The five monstrosities nodded in affirmation and stood up, grumbling towards each other. Their dull blues glinted, full of vengeance against those that hunted their kind. They dived into the waters and left to bring doom to those that hunted them once.
The roles had changed now, they were the predators now and their once predators had become the prey because they had acquired strength from their Lord.
Conan watched with a little smile, such as the law of reality, filled with infinite Creation and destruction, birth and death, positive and negative.
He walked into the thick forest and plucked a yellowish triangular fruit from a tree and took a big bite. He relished the juicy and sweet taste that filled his mouth before he proceeded to swallow the rest of it whole.
He moved around the forest and swallowed all kinds of fruit, but no matter how much he devoured he won't be satisfied. The fruits are of rich spiritual energy and are very good for mortals but for him, it was nothing.
For him to get satisfied, he has to eat things or beings of greater energies or transcendent energies, needless to be said, he can go hungry for thousands of years and it won't bother him.
He didn't walk far from the outskirts of the forest where the shore was located, in case the globe monsters— 'I really need to name them, they're no more globe monsters, they're now mutated and had turned into something else due to too much exposure to cosmic energy.' He mused over the situation he was in and thus his thoughts drifted all around, unbound as he sat at the foot of an enormous tree.
He sat and felt the urge to take a nap and he closed his eyes, the brilliance of the day blocked out by the blanket of leaves, made him love the atmosphere within the forest.
In his short sleep, he dreamt of his beloved wife, phiona. From the moment of their meeting to the end.
Phiona, a woman with a kind heart and soul, one particular thing Conan loved the most about her. She also taught him many things, for instance, she taught him to be good as he was once one of the evilest beings in the whole Planeverse.
Conan naturally was a man of whimsical nature as was all other serpents but that changed when his sister left him on her Ascension to godhood. He became lonely and cold. This was one of the factors that urged him to resurrect phiona and gave her a powerful bloodline not wanting to be alone again— which later turned out to be a mistake anyway.
Phiona took him out of that darkness with her benign smile, Her sparkling eyes were the most mind-soothing apart from the stars. With her, he found peace and he loved being at peace with her and her only.
Her puffy black hair was always left disheveled when they were alone, she loved to act crazy. But when they're not alone, she'd pack it into twin braids— he'll be the one to do so for her.
He always loved resting on her bosom as she rubbed his head like a mother pampering their child— nothing could rival the feeling of being treated like the wife by your wife.
She was too perfect to be humankind, yet was an assassin even though she was a mortal, she wasn't that weak.
A balanced character as all should be...
'Oh, I miss her~'He sang within the depths of his consciousness.
But now he was back in the darkness of loneliness and the cold started to engulf him again but he resisted anyway by looking at her face in his memories because if he lets the darkness whelm him, he'll do something bad, really bad.
Thus he drifted off into the world of reminiscent dreams, with a stream of tears rolling out of his right eye.
The globe monsters came hours later and surrounded him, the glowing blue globes on their antenna turned red as they detected the emotions of their Lord.
They grumbled to each other while one of the females cleaned his tear, then they left soon after...
Conan smiled subconsciously as he remembered someone else, a friend... His only friend.
...
He remembered the time he visited Cloudenheim—he called it, 'cloudy plane', because it was too cloudy and too shiny.
The cloud plane was the home of angelic beings, sovereigns by the king of Angels —A god...
During the lonely years of Conan, he decided to visit the cloudy plane to meet the king of Angels, but he came at the wrong time.
The forces of darkness were planning to invade the plane, while the Cloudenheim army resisted, a war broke out and the Cloudenheim army wasn't doing that great.
Conan took this as an opportunity for him to pass his lonely days by fighting at the war front. The king of Angels accepted and thanked him for his 'kind heartedness'.
It was also here that he met the eldest daughter of the king of angels— The Goddess of Flowers.
A born deity of great beauty and alluring smell, aesthetical colorful hair and eyes. Her shape was one full of transcendent curves and assets, accentuated further by the flowing flower-patterned gown she always wore.
But he got along with her particularly because of her smell, which was of diversities yet one at the same time— it was a weird sensation, but he'll never complain.
In one of their meetings, he shared his feelings of him feeling lonely and looking for something new which he didn't know about.
She told him to have a 'family', that was what he was subconsciously looking for. He felt enlightened and his obsidian eyes cleared. He always loved violence and he never thought of 'family'. Besides his sister was always with him until a recent thousand years ago.
He decided to take an approach straight away;
"Flora, how about we make a family together? With Your otherworldly beauty, coupled with my gracefulness we shall make a great family..."He narcissistically flicked his eyebrows at her and stretched his hand towards her to take. With a benign smile, he offered "What is it that you think of this?"
A very mediocre way of courting a pretty lady and a goddess who looked transcendent in terms of beauty at that. He cringed on the inside and regretted not having learned any technique related to things such as this.
The goddess of flowers returned his benign smile with hers, and took his hand, "I'm flattered by you Conan, and I don't mind being with you, but you'll have to ask my father for approval..." she parted her hands from his and a flower appeared on it... "I hope you find your suitor soon, take the Heartrose as a gift from me."
Conan took the heart rose from her and refrained from smelling it. Even though the area was filled with smells of flowers due to the presence of the goddess, the Heartrose had a particular smell and he was tempted to bury his nose in the petals of the flower but he resisted the temptation, lest he buries his nose in something harmful.
But the flower goddess seem to have noticed his worries, so she reassured him "It's wise to be cautious, but you can take a whiff of it." she added softly with a smile "We are friends, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are..."He said softly with a smile and sniffed the flower, but he found that the smell isn't distinguishable.
He realized love came in this form—indistinguishable sometimes.
It comes as hate at times, sometimes as a sense of rivalry or even malice, at the end of the day... Sometimes when it's too late, you realize, it's love.
Sometimes...
It comes as love... At first sight or whatever, it depends.
Conan asked the king of angels for Flora's hand in marriage but the Old God said things like ' No, you aren't meant to be together, you don't even have a future...' Thus he banished Conan from entering the plane and the sovereigns of the other planes he knew of also did the same and thus he got stuck in Eardale—this very plane which was referred to as trash by every other plane.
He missed Flora also...
...
He soon isolated his memories and his conscience turned blank. Soon, he began to snore and he enjoyed the nap as the tree fanned him a heavenly breeze.
...
Night came...
Chirps and snores of monsters resounded all around the forest. The snore of a particular celestial was, even more, dominating over the other sounds.
The aesthetic clouds drifted across the starry night sky at a calm pace. But a rift appeared in the middle of a particular cloud that was close to the sleeping celestial.
A golden beam of light flashed towards the land, a few meters away from the sleeping celestial.
Conan woke up with a mild start on noticing the sudden disturbance. He looked towards the source and his reflective eyes mirrored the golden beam that was decimating the land.
The silhouette of a man appeared in the middle of the light, earning a look of disgust from the celestial "What are the hounds of that cloudy plane doing here?"
The light faded and the details of the man were revealed, earning an even twisted Look of disgust from Conan, especially after seeing the forced smile on the man's face "A dragon?"