Agathon slowly opened his eyes as he felt the wetness under his body. He sat up to find himself in a pool of thick crimson liquid. As he sat up the blood-soaked in by his jet-black hair dripped down his face as he chuckled. His red eyes beamed with curiosity as he looked around the gray castle-like interior around him. It seemed like a medieval bathroom to as he got out of what seemed to be a bathtub made out of gray stone. He tried to shake off the blood from him but it was of not much use. He laughed as he looked down to see he was dressed in white and black like the young princes used to back in medieval times.
"Are you kidding me?" His voice sarcastically growled under his breath as he stepped out bare feet. He walked towards the door leaving a trail of bloodied footprints. He left the bathroom and entered a huge bedroom with the same gray stoned interior.
The bedroom was dark and the only way it was dimly lit was due to the moonlight coming in through the glass balcony doors. The room was decorated with a combination of deep maroon and golden as an accent color. The paintings on the wall were maroon and golden abstracts; the strokes of those seemed to be very rageful as if someone wanted to paint their anger onto the canvas. The king-sized bed with chocolate brown wood took much of the space as the four posts around it had see-through maroon chiffon fabric hanging down softly. The canopy softly danced with the wind coming through the opened balcony door. Agathon saw a shadowy figure standing on the balcony looking upward at the moon. The figure had long silver hair falling onto the ground, he seemed to be dressed in a long maroon-colored robe that was hanging loosely over his weak structure.
Agathon scoffed as he walked towards the balcony as he was making his way towards the door his eyes fell onto a piece of art hanging above the bed's headboard and in awe he stared at it for a few moments. It was an oil-painted portrait, the woman had long flowy dark hair that fell softly down her bare shoulder, her features were smooth and soft, and there was such innocence in her looks like she was a pure angel. Her hazel eyes seemed so full of life and love. It was Clarissa but it seemed like a version of Clarissa that he had never seen or met. He stared at her but then he quickly looked away, he did not want to get distracted. He did not come this far to get distracted by her. He had bigger things to work on and right now his main concern was Kavi.
"Your obsession with my wife is getting out of hand, Kavi," Agathon said as he walked out on the balcony. He stepped on something and looked down to see a strong iron chain and he gave a soft smile as he watched the chain tied to Kavi's foot and going inside the room. He kicked it out of his way and walked over to him as they both looked at the moon. The sky was completely clean and dark except for a huge moon. The moon was very close to them, so if someone would run with full force and jump off the balcony they would be able to touch the moon.
"You miss home, huh?" Agathon said as he put his hands in his pockets. "You know it is also very rude of you to dress me like this and drop me into a pool of blood every day. You know I hate getting my clothes wet."
Kavi did not say anything and just stood there in silence. He was not something that anyone might have imagined. The way Kavi was depicted in history was this very ruthless deity who could easily wipe the earth of life but at that moment Kavi seemed like someone who was sick. As if he was dying and was captive of that maroon-themed room. Structure anyone could have imagined him to be someone with broad shoulders, good posture even a well-defined healthy, and toned one but the Kavi standing in front of Agathon was just a sickly person, who seemed to be starved and locked away. It was as if Kavi was the one being held captive within Agathon and not the other way around.
"Are you not talking to me?" Agathon asked coyly tilting his head as if making fun of Kavi. "You know I hate it when someone ignores me." A little warning in his tone as Kavi finally turned his head to look at him. His eyes were completely black with blood-red eyes as pupils. His skin was a mixture of lighter and darker patches similar to the moon, it may even made him look like a personification of the moon itself.
"I like to see you drenched in blood." He uttered the words with his meek voice and dry lips as if he were surviving a drought. "It helps me visualize the day I am going to put an end to you."
Agathon laughed as his voice echoed out into the darkness of the night. His eyes fixated on the moon as he said, "I love that you are still motivated even in that condition. I was scared you might be contemplating doing something to yourself." He chuckled lightly his hands were still in his pockets. "I'm proud of you. You put up a good show today. I am sure they will use all of their resources to protect Clarissa now but calling her your bride? I mean- I don't disagree that that would have made them terrified that a deity called her his bride and they would put in extra work now-" He took his hands out of his pockets and cracked his knuckles. "But that still pissed me off."
"You don't even love her," Kavi said in a very tired and exhausted tone.
"And you do?" He chuckled bitterly as he let out a breath sliding his tongue against his teeth and trying to hold the rage inside him. There was silence from Kavi. "I saw a very beautiful painting you did of Clarissa. You have gotten really good but that painting is missing something. It's missing the color red." A very still smile on his lips but such madness in his crimson eyes as he said, "I am an environmentalist, and using paints filled with chemicals? So out of the question. I am going to use a very organic source."
Kavi scoffed as he closed his eyes and stood there completely. Agathon stepped towards him and lightly petted him on the head.
"You have become very obedient." He said in a low tone. "Let's get to work. We have a painting to ruin."