Namesakes

I thought about writing a sex scene in this one, but one character
pretty much only has sex while causing bodily harm. Blood and ooze
and gory stuff.

Plus I only just thought of it and I'm in such a terrible,
horribly, shotty mood that I'm pretty much not in caring of anything.

Couldn't even remember which part I was on.

Read, Review, and hopefully Enjoy.

When he awoke he found himself in a green place, a blade laying
beside him and found himself dressed in grey, loose robes. The sort
of robes a Deaths from a certain village wore. Most Deaths wore
black, that village wore grey. Because they were different in some
way.

He reached up and touched his shoulder, felt the scar over his
shoulder and down his torso. Left shoulder, he used both hands in an
attack, a blade in each hand. Neither was stronger than the other. So
why the left shoulder?

He sat up slowly and looked at the scar. It would have been deep,
cutting right down into his flesh and chest. But somehow his past
would explain why he was still alive after such an attack. How he had
healed so quickly.

Tahl-ra leaned against a tree, her breasts swelling out of the
tight robes she wore. It looked like the robes were at least a size
too small. The goddess chewed slowly on a piece of grass as her
golden eyes looking down on him with a bored expression, one finger
twirling her blonde hair.

“The piece is awake.”

Anger boiled up as he recognised, only for a moment, what she was
talking about. He batted it away and stood, snatching up the long,
black blade that sat beside him. Specially made just for a moment
like this. He shifted his weight, getting ready to attack the goddess
of healing when her mate appeared between them.

Dressed in black robes, black hair and equally black eyes. The god
of death, destruction and murder was everything his mate was not.
Opposites in the poles of life the two gods balanced each other out
and yet at the same time joined to create all life. Which made them
think they could control life.

They were the only gods permitted by Shey-har, their father, to
interact with people directly.

Tahl-ra walked up to her lover and plucked a single hair from his
head, using it to tie back her blonde hair as her form changed to a
young male’s innocent and virgin looking. He knew the goddess
was anything but virgin though.

How?

“Ch,” Tahl-ra set an arm on Rahl-ta’s shoulder
and peered at him, “he survived. What now?”

“He’ll do it.”

“He’ll do what?” he asked.

“You’re our last game piece.”

“Life is not a game.”

“It is when you are a god. You are our last piece. You’re
going to go and get the key back.”

He stared for a long moment at them. The key, the key, the key.
What frightened him was that he could almost recall what they meant.
Could almost see a laughing face before him. He felt the anger run
through his veins and knew he wouldn’t let them just take the
key. The key. Was his.

“The key won’t work without you, you obviously know
that.”

The black blade turned to his own throat, he meant to cut it and
spill his blood until there was nothing left. He had lived a long
life and without him they would have to wait a good long time for the
key and for him to be back in play. He knew that, they knew that. But
the idea frightened them

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rahl-ta
muttered.

“And not just because we want the key,” Tahl-ra
laughed nervously.

“If I were you,” Rahl-ta shrugged off his mate and
approached him, touched his cheek and pulled him close. He didn’t
like being that close to Rahl-ta. Both Rahl-ta and Tahl-ra were gods
of sexual interaction and both enjoyed using him so very, very much,
“I would kill the key.”

“What? Kill the piece you love so much?”

“Ka.”

“Why the hell should I? I haven’t obeyed you in the
past,” he snapped.

“Ah, but Ra, my precious warrior piece.” Rahl-ta
grazed his lips over his cheek gently, almost teasingly, “if
you don’t kill him then he’ll be lost. Forever.”

“Eh? Lost to you? Why is that my problem?”

“I didn’t say lost to us. I said lost. His soul is
fracturing. His body’s kind is so… unpredictable. We’ve
lost so many good pieces already that way.”

“…” he refused to respond as Rahl-ta’s
hand worked its way under his clothes, touched him.

“And if he vanishes, well. Who would be your mate?”
Rahl-ta whispered in Ra’s ear, “spread your legs like a
good whore, and I’ll even tell you where he is. Think about it.
Kill him, then yourself and this life will be over and before you
know it the next will begin. An entire life without us.”

“You swear it?” Ra hissed. They had made deals in the
past but never, in hundreds of lifetimes, had they promised an entire
life without their influence, “and none of this life of three
seconds crap either.”

“No, a gentle life, a life of pleasure and no troubles and a
long life too. Good and long. Whatever you want, we can discuss the
details after the deed is done. All you have to do is be willing. Is
it too much to ask that much so that you can save your precious mate?
The other half of your soul?”

He swallowed his pride and closed his eyes. When he was reborn he
would likely remember none of this. The pieces only remembered past
lives when it suited the gods. He shivered when Tahl-ra sent a wave
of pleasure through his body. This wasn’t a normal, quick and
be done with it. He knew. They were bored of each other but their was
limited time, still.

Rahl-ta smiled against his skin, “you silly boy, you naïve
child. Mother’s made a special spell just for us, just for
today. It’ll be as if you’re dead. Now say it. Give us
your answer.”

“Ka.” he couldn’t hide the fear in his voice as
they let him remember the last time he had been ‘dead.’
The gods were twisted beings.