The prompt was to write a story that included gods.
She checked her watch again. 8:15
He said he’d be there.
Punctuality wasn’t necessarily part of his breeding. Neither was keeping promises.
Her heart raced, with a heavy heartbeat as the nervous twisting of her stomach started to cave to her fears.
He didn’t mean it. He never meant it. All of this was just a lie.
She was a mortal, and he—
He was above her in every way. They could never, and would never be.
After another glance at her watch, she decided to head home.
Slipping her hands into her pockets, hunching her shoulders against the chill, she slowly walked back down the sidewalk the way she had come.
“That’s it, watch.” The smooth voice whispered into his ear.
The curls in her long brown hair blew sweetly, gently, bouncing a touch with each step she took. It was agonizing to see her this way. Her beautiful plum colored coat, gently running with the shapes of her mortal body, her cute plum hat cocked sweetly to the side to frame her face.
He watched her cry, walking away from where he would have been waiting for her. His insides burst in rage. But he held it back, he had to be strong. His father was watching. Always watching.
“We must keep the checks and balances between our kind and theirs. You know what the punishment is for dabbling with humans.” The last word was a sneer. “They are beneath us! Lowly, disgusting creatures. Fighting among themselves to achieve futile dreams of Greatness.”
He closed his eyes and gently shook his head. He knew otherwise. Not all mankind were corrupt. He had found Purity, Innocence, Honesty. Love. And he was never going to see her again.
She was nothing like the endless scores of goddesses longing to be at his feet.
She was something more. Something to be conquered, not succumb to. New, free– and off limits.
“Come away from the window, brother. Come and drink, be merry! For today, you have proven worthy to Father, and we will all celebrate. You shall be King.”
“I don’t feel like celebrating.”
“Why? Because we’re not humans? Would you rather spend your time with them?” He pointed down at the earth.
“Yes.” He shouted, lightning cracking across the room. The anger pulsing through his celestial body threatened to create chaos and madness if his brother did not stop taunting.
A dark snicker escaped behind curled lips, “Oh my dear, dear brother. Do not do this. You should not do this. Neither of us want to turn the tides of the day.” He moved slowly towards the younger immortal, “As it is, you should be thanking me for today.”
“And why is that?”
“Because, little one, it is I who saved your Fate.”
“What do you mean?” Fear quickened his breath, as the anger continued to burn inside of him.
Sauntering to the window, looking down over the world below them, the elder brother let a whimsic hiss escape his teeth, “I am the one, who turned you in.”
“You did what?!” The violent assault of his thoughts yanked his brother by the shirt collar, holding him up against the glass.
“Now, now, come brother dear, we both knew it was for the best.”
He could be so smug. What burned more was that he was powerless to do anything against his brother. The younger god, the immortal god, gods who would never die. Banishment, not death, was their greatest fear. Though he would face neither if he rebelled against the Immortals, dying and coming back here at the end of a life of mortal days did not bode well with him either.
There was no hope in loving a mortal.
There was no hope in escaping this chaotic world of Celestial order.
There was only to live, and to continue to live. Ageless, loveless, and ultimately- friendless. After all of eternity, and more to come, there was a great deal of dirt to be had on one another. And there would be no end to the misery of being a god.