I am Maybet, and I'm the god of muses. My brother Mya is the God of balances. He has given the job of Judge among us gods and goddesses.
My brother Mya watches the stage while he suffers. I will never understand why he watches her perform.
His sad eyes rests on a beautiful performer singing an opera. That woman who sings the most heartbreaking tune is his love.
Mya slumps, staring at the ceiling. A single tear sliding from his right eye. He begged me on his hands and knees. Please find a way to not let her truly forget me.
I have a story to tell. Will you listen? It will break your heart and trap your tears. Listen to this tale of love and regret.
Do you know the smell of heat, the warmth it brings? The fresh dew of a spring morning. Do you know the beauty of a lit-up town at night while it snows? There is a strange beautiful quality to all of these things. And we can attach each of these things to a memory. In the memory, we remember these little details, rather it is a good moment or a bad one.
"I only wish, I could do more for you Mya." maybet closed his eyes slowly. What more could he do, though?
"Of course, you do brother Dear," A. sinister Male voice hissed from behind Maybet.
Maybet tensed as a rough hand gently swiped across the back of his head. An overwhelming feeling of despair inflicted the room, creating a heavy atmosphere.
The woman on stage shivers but continues performing.
Maybet frowns while smiling, "Lecos."
Lecos smirks stretching his mouth ear to ear as he wonders behind their seats. Brother, you must know, this is his punishment form me. He should not have ruled against me, for I am just."
Maybet's eyebrows lift and he then tilts his head while frowning. " I feel sorry for you."
Lecos snorts afterward his bottom lip quivers "Well, then. If you truly feel sorry for me then destroy this pitiful opera." He batts his eye while smiling viciously.
Maybet turns his head and gave Lecos a look. "You may have had a chance of a different judgment if you did have a better reputation and did not try to sway the case in your direction.
Lecos snarls," brother, what are you saying? I am just. I have always been a just man." As Lecos speaks The stage and Mya froze.
Maybet glanced around when the sudden silence. "Justice isn't cruelty. What you did can never return them to the way they were. Yet you are so happy and prideful at what you achieved. He too is your brother. All he got in return was a rebuke of the truth."
Lecos frowns as his forehead wrinkles. " But she is a human. Humans are weak and frail. He is a God that lives forever." He smirked. "I would call this a small mercy."
"Your mercy is different from anyone else's. I won't let you take this away from him!" Maybet yells. "If you try, I will inflict fear and pain," Maybet speaks softly. "I can make you believe in the shadows of the night. My skills can cause your heart rate to excel. Your eyes will play tricks on you. Your mind will burn. The hands you process will itch for the need of a pen or a feather. If nothing can be found, your blood and the tips of your fingertips will do. You will be driven to absolute madness.
Lecos's eyes have a sudden wideness to them. " Oh, brother, but I am not a simple mortal. How can those things be? He smiles.
"I am inspiration." Maybet stands as he pats his chest. I inspire all things, even gods. I am the god of muses, of art, poetry, stories, and figments of the imagination."
Lecos chucked while speaking,"How enticing. You make your role more than what it is."
"Have you ever seen someone consumed by creative passion, by inspiration, to the point of physical madness?"
Lecos furrows his brow. "Well, no."
"Let me tell you how horrific it can be. Some are born with great amounts of inspiration and sometimes all it takes is a little push. Take the composer of this opera. All I did was a whisper in his ear and taunt his mind." Maybet grins.
Before Lecos could open his mouth, Maybet spoke. "Imagine a warm day, but as the day goes on it gets warmer and warmer. You want to cool it, but instead, it overflows like a tidal wave that consumes. Your body rides the tidal wave, unable to stop. Unable to think of anything else. All you know is the idea, the inspiration. The body is weary, but the hands are controlling the wave. You can not sleep, and you can not eat. It rips into you. The teeth are sharp, ripping away parts of you, all the while injecting you with heat. It burns. The eyes only see the creation, but the creation does not see you, it does not hear you. It has yet to be formed; it has yet to be made. the creation will engulf you even when you find it.
Lecos winces, "Should I be afraid?"
Maybet narrowshis eyes. "Fear shall become you." Maybet tilts his head chuckling. " I could always have you, Follick, in the fields of Gander, naked, serenading the open sky while shaking your booty."
Lecos scuffs, "I would never do such a thing."
"You would if I was around and you were wasted. Inspiration can come at any time. Especially when you least expect it. "
Lecos whirls around. I'm leaving. I'm not sorry. You're just a criminal," He whines.
Maybet snorts. "Says the criminal to another Criminal."
"Whoever heard of doing something so obscene to a God, I'm telling mother."
Maybet gave Lecos a blank look. "You do, and I will tell her what you did to Mya."
Lecos slowly turns a shade lighter. He froze before speaking again. "I'll take my leave."
Maybet sits as time slowly unfreezes. "What a beautiful opera, don't you agree brother?"