Pandæmonium - Pt.1

"Tears rushed to the blue eyes. 
He never felt a despair this deep, a rage this hot. He couldn't comprehend what he has just heard. His mind couldn't process the news he just received. 
A piercing loneliness surrounded him. He shivered. Fear? Cold? It was the first time he felt alone."

The bitter smoke filled his mouth. He waited a heartbeat before inhaling it. The song was repeating itself for more than hundredth time. It had a soothing melody, the lyrics were telling a story of a long lost friend. A huge emptiness, similar to what he felt. He was staring to the empty night sky, wondering if he made all the stars disappear. 

Actually it was such a wonderful night. A cool breeze was hiking around that sleeping city. It was possible to hear the leaves chanting and dancing with each other. The smell of spring was carried all over the place. Some cats were running into the night to find their seasonal love. Many soul were resting in the melody of peaceful lullaby. Many hearts were beating with another. But not his.

He took another deep breath from his cigarette and put his left arm where it was resting moments ago. He was wearing only a black sport short. His back rested against the roughly painted wall of the house he lived all his life in. He couldn't feel his legs for more than a few hours now. He did not care. His eyes were bloody, partly from his insomnia, partly from the smoke coming out of the cigarette and partly of his allergy. It was more than a few months now, that he could not sleep more than two or three hours. He was heaving really hard time defining which was more uncomfortable. The fatigue that the lack of sleep brought or the aftermath of a happy dream he accidentally dreams. 

He heard the familiar soft scuff of velvet robes darker than the pit he buried himself in. The silhouette was holding a staff in his hand. It looked like he wouldn't be able to walk without it. The lonely guy lit another cigarette:
"- I started to worry that you would not show up tonight."
The response was silent. The dark silhouette came closer. He could feel the heat of the power surrounding that skinny, feeble body. The dark silhouette moved so softly, even in this night of absolute silence he couldn't hear the steps. 
" - Are you floating?" he asked without turning looking to the silhouette.
" - Why would I spend my energy on such a useless vanity?" His voice was cracked and barely more than a whisper. He collapsed next to the lonely guy. A long coughing fit came and went. Golden hands, which looked like a claw more than a hand found a black tissue from one of the hidden pockets inside the folds of his robe. The wizard wiped the blood coloring his golden lips. Two hourglass eyes, scorched with hatred and power looked to the lonely guy deep from the black hood he wore.
" You don't have the power to disappear the stars." acrimoniously stated the wicked companion, the moment he caught back his breath.

And they started to talk. Like they did for the past months. Both were afraid of sleep. Both, lonely. Both were loved. Both, knew that they were loved. They did not ask for it. They did not want it. It was a stronger curse than the one which gave the hourglass eyes to the wizard wrapped in black robes. A shackle heavier than their darkness.

There were no joy in the conversation. Barely any feeling other than a never ending hate directed to themselves. Time spent shushing were much longer than the words spilled from those distorted lips. Their uncomfortable presence were comforting each other. Both had hearts empty as the night sky. Only empty for their eyes.

He woke up from his usual uncomfortable sleep. "Two packs? Really?" he murmured. His voice was  very similar to his accursed companion that visited him yesterday. He cleaned the mess he created before his restless sleep. Collected the book he read countless time already. He knew exactly where he left, as he knew every crack or ink mark on the yellow-brown pages of that old book with a red cover. 

It took a few minutes for his barren heart to pump blood to his injured legs. There were only a few breaths until the dawn breaks. He could have waited just a few more heartbeats to watch the sunrise from the exact spot he stood still. But he did not. He turned his back. Get back in the house which suffocated him, and closed the heavy curtains to keep every single color out of his sight and his life. It was the first time he asked himself if he wanted to learn to fly. He decided that he wanted to see himself try.


The wizard got up as the lonely soul fell asleep. He stepped forward. He laid his hand on the left forearm of this ugly human. Great One, he whispered, grant that this sad soul goes through his life in safety. And happiness; he added, softly.



The room was dark, humid, huge and the heat was oppressive. "Just another day like any other." he murmured. He was summoned by the Architect. He did not know why he was summoned. He already had enough work on his desk. He really did not want any more, yet here he was. Waiting to be informed about this 'urgent' matter. The massive doors located on the far end of the room jangly started to open. He could see the red-orange light of the flame dancing. " Just another day" he murmured when he lifted his over-weighted body from the wooden bench he was sitting. "Like any other."