Striker of The Gods

As he got home, he could notice how the lights of his house outshone the the surroundigns. After all, it was not normal that they up at this hour: it was 10 pm. He opened the door, getting to see beautifully astonishing Spanish queen of Spain. Her cosmic hair made everything pale in comparison to how beautiful she could be. After all, she had trained in the military and the way of being a lady despite her childish behaviour with her loved one: this actually made her special.

Keyla: AMOR mio! Your queen just got here. You should be happy. It look like she did not get any permission from her father to be here. HAHHA! Estas en problemas, tio. GRANDES PROBLEMAS! Que la mamas! Tu reina no es cobarde.

Michaela: Caro! Non e possibile! Tua pricipissa e qui! This gotta be your fault. And also, Zeraphina does not know anything about this: this has gone too far. We gotta something about this. In this regard, I did not think you could actually do it that way. However, there is something to it. I feel like she really loves you or perhaps that is I would love to do for you. After all, it was you who gave me a new chance to live.

Caos looked at Keyla in their miniskirts showing their voluptuous bodies. That said, they were ready to go to sleep. So Caos dismissed them. Caos felt like this was his fault. This was not normal the way you could actually love someone. For him, she was unique experience.

Caos: What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. Even when you are far from me, I can still feel you near me. SO why are you here?

Leonor looked at him with a loving glance.

Leonor: I’ve failed you several times in my life: I should have been with you. But there was one moment I failed you beyond measure that I could never forgive myself for. It was the day we met, which was something that I never expected. The moment I took your hand and you looked at me, with the glory of hate in your eyes But I didn’t. There was honesty in your joy. Fearlessness in your pain. In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself. Or rather, of the woman I longed to be. So I failed you in ways you cannot imagine. I didn’t stay away. Then later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care as if I were something wild or independent as a queen. You would not matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can’t find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe as the queen I am. When I think of you, I can’t find the air to breathe or the words to spit. And now, though you are in a relationship, there is no pain or fear. All I am left with is love.

When I was a child, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that your story isn’t over yet like in the fairy tales. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you.

I failed you in one last thing that no could actually forgive me for. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn’t feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a woman is everything if she can’t see reality as it is.

So I write it in heaven, not the sky-

I love you, a thousand times over for CHAOSMOS. And I will never apologize for it nor will ever deny it.