I Scored Myself A Mate

Ea had never wished for someone to fall to harm, he had also never wished for his hands to be painted red by the blood of his enemies. He didn't even know if he had enemies. He was always quiet and composed. Self-disciplined and he never put himself first. He was a soldier made to follow orders. He had no needs or wishes of his own and if sometimes they happened to surface he knew very well how to conceal them and keep a straight face. 

This time though, for the first time the elf felt as if his emotions were too strong to simply bottle them up, hide them behind his mask. This time the anger that was making his blood boil had finally managed to possess him and while he walked in the narrow corridors he wasn't really seeing anything. He was simply following Allias' figure waiting to reach his lover. Waiting to see once more his dead body. 

Ea had told himself that he would not collapse again. He would enter the room, place his hand on his cold and bloody face and see everything because it was too late. Using the soul link to enter someone's mind was not considered one of the most noble acts someone could do, especially if that someone was dead. Ea had done it once before without thinking of the violation he had committed. He would never be able to say he was sorry for that, he thought and for a second, the moment they stood in front of the closed door he stopped. He needed to see, he couldn't waste any more time. Ea reminded himself as he pushed the heavy wood and entered this special room as Allias had called it. 

No special at all. Nothing unique about it. Simply four walls, no windows nor door rather than one simple exit and in the middle an iron bed where Ares had been placed. The rip on his back had been sewn and in one of the dark corners of the room Theseus was standing, with his back on his wall his hands bloody as he stared the floor. 

"Hey." He simply told them, his voice cold and distant. 

"I will see who did it." Ea said and Ares' older brother looked at him.

"No, I can't have you fainting in here while I look for my brother's murderer." 

"I won't faint." Ea stated and the general scoffed. Without waiting for a reply from him he approached the dead body and raised his shaking hand. Cold as ice and stiff, a pale grey tone could be described as the color of his complexion and the small of the poison still lingered around him disgustingly. He touched him, closing his eyes as he waited to be sucked in, witness a brutal scene but all he did see was himself and all he could hear was Ares' voice. 

"I know there are no excuses for what I did. I am immature and spoiled. I am a brat that doesn't think before he acts. Yes, I know. I tend to lose myself when I am sad and start fights without a reason. I am a total mess but Ea... you're not. You're smart and kind. You're nice and polite, so focused and good at what you do. You are the only one who can help me. I need you, I need you to be the better version of me. A version that would be worthy to be by your side….All I could see, all I can see...it's you. I love you and I couldn't stand being away from you."

His words, his kind eyes, his soft lips. Oh how Ea wished he could simply extend his hand and touch him, pull him out, save him from this trickster that had taken his life. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he heard him say he loved him. 

I love you too, he wanted to scream. He tried to, hoping that Ares would hear him but memories had no soul and the person in front of him was simply a hologram. I am sorry. Ea mumbled. I am so sorry. And he was, he felt horrible. The small elf kept observing the horrid scene, disgusted by how someone had used their love to bring such disaster. How was it even possible such noble and kind feelings to be turned into a weapon? How was it possible the regret and the need for forgiveness to end up being someone's doom? Ea was young and maybe that was the reason why he didn't understand. He couldn't stop his stomach from turning though at the thought that someone had disrespected Ares' love in such a way. 

The person disguised as him fell in his arms. He had taken Ares' last embrace and it wasn't even genuine. He had given him a fleeting moment of happiness before he ruined his world. The dagger had been dug deep into his body, the blood oozing like an angry river and Ea couldn't stop watching. He had to keep watching because the moment he took his eyes away he would lose the memory. 

His eyes widened as he met with Ares' killer. The psychopath who had ruined his life just in a few seconds. He had seen his face, he knew who he was but his eyes, saddened watched his lover. He heard him whisper his name as his last word was exhaled together with his last breath. How he sounded, how he fought to keep his eyes open, how he called him but he was away, away and angry at him, away and thinking of leaving him. 

Such a fool, such an immature fool he had been and now he was paying it with everything he had. 

The memory was gone and Ea found himself back, surrounded by the king and the general. Tears were staining his cheeks as he had been crying al this time and his hand moved from his forehead where he was resting. He caressed his cheek and touched his face for one last time. 

"I am sorry too and I love you." He whispered before he turned to the two men. "It was Vines, he was the one that killed him." He confessed. 

"Allias, take Mark and Asmodeus away. All of our people that are here too, find a way to kick out the gods and the angels." Theseus told him. 

"Theseus…" Allias called him, seeing the harsh expression on his face. He wasn't planning on stopping him. "I will and I will return." He said and looked at Ea. "Do you want to leave or will you stay?" he asked him. 

"I will stay."