Striker of The Gods

At midnight, he woke up from his cavernous sleep. The whole moon was as shiny as a red eclipse, making him wonder what had become of him since he lost his mother to that tragedy. He really needed her warmth, voice, love, appreciation, and tears. Every moment he spent with her rendered him suitable for an unforgettable life, which he appreciated in his mind.

It actually felt like he had lost something of his, just to waste it all away. The stars were a testimony to his endless goals. Yet, as he gazed up at the sky, he realized that those very stars also held the promise of new beginnings. With each twinkling light, he felt a flicker of hope rekindle within him, urging him to honor her memory by pursuing the dreams they once shared.

”As a rule, a mother loves herself in her son more than she does the son himself. At least, she was mine, my sweet honey of summer. You were all mine. Now, I cannot even see you in the refraction of my face in the sea,” says Caos, talking to God and then feeling like killing himself. With each breath, he fought the darkness threatening to consume him, desperately clinging to the memories that still sparked warmth in his soul.

He took a chill pill, not just to save himself, but to fulfill his destiny. As the waves crashed against the shore, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. It was a reminder that even in the depths of despair, the light of love and purpose could guide him back to the surface.

He moved to one side of the room.

He found Michaela naked, looking into his eyes, with heavily affectionate eyes that burned with eternal fire for his soul. Her bust was sweaty, sculpted by nymphs, and rough as cotton.

She strongly hugs him, feeling every inch of his strong, sturdy body. As their bodies intertwined, he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and warmth envelop him. The world outside faded away, leaving only the connection they shared, igniting a spark of hope that began to dispel the shadows of his past.

  ”While this is a difficult time, try to focus on the good things in your life. What are you grateful for? Remember all the challenges you’ve overcome in the past. You have the strength to face this one too,” says Michaela, caressing his heavenly handsome face.

She holds him tightly, putting his face on her exuberant, gorgeous bosom.

“Thank you very much for your kind words. I really appreciate your patience and understanding during my absence. It means a lot to know we have a great and supportive team who can cover for each other during a tough period,” says Caos, kissing her huge, tough, beautiful breasts. Michaela giggles softly, feeling a rush of warmth from his affection. “We’re all in this together, and I’m just glad to have you back with us,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and joy.

“Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it, Caro. Do not forget I love you regardless of how you treat me,“ says Michaela, hugging him and kissing his body. As they stood embraced, a sense of peace enveloped them, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had lingered. Michaela’s words resonated deeply within Caro, igniting a flicker of hope that he had long thought extinguished.

She touches his body and then kisses his cheeks. Her gentle touch reignited memories of joy and warmth, reminding him of the bond they shared. In that moment, Caro realized that love, when nurtured, could conquer even the most daunting challenges life presented.

He pulls away, getting out of the room after kissing her on the forehead.

That moved his heart a lot, to the extent of feeling like he was holding his own mother. As he stepped into the hallway, a mix of emotions swirled within him. The warmth of her affection lingered, reminding him of the bonds that tethered them, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that their connection was both a blessing and a burden.