Diamonds in the Rough?
Editing in Progress…
~Chapter 64~
"What?!" Zahohr's voice formed a surprised tone.
"Do not wasteful in my domain. Very simple, very basic rule," He answered, sounding very nonchalant about it.
Zahohr didn't want to believe that the only reason he created this sort of magic rule was because he hated waste? How odd Sephtis was would always be intriguing for him.
Sephtis pushed his already empty plate forward, signally his satisfaction.
Xiner with all diligence, came beside him and cleared his plate. She placed an empty soup bowl in front of him and with his eyes closed; he imagined what he wanted as a dessert which were fruits and vegetables.
He had just eaten a platter of meal filled with assorted meat and fresh fishes. Of course, he needed some balance in his meal. Ha?! It was laughable at the idea of a god trying to 'keep fit'. His desired dessert appeared before him.
Zahohr eyes widened as the fruit and vegetables filled his bowl. They were of different kinds, ranging from Bissetuce, Pigmy Cashew, diced wood grapefruit and some Violet fig"
"Unbelievable," Zahohr uttered. Sephtis looked at him and noticed he hadn't filled his plate yet. He nodded his head and pointed towards his plates.
"Are you not going to eat?" He asked. Zahohr looked down at his still empty plate and thought to give it a try. "Oh! Also imagine the portions. In other words, imagine how big you want it to be. Again, so not to waste food," Sephtis advised. A confused frown formed on Zahohr's face as he nodded, none the least. He imagined his food and the size of portion he wanted, and it appeared in front of him. He had imagined A fire-grilled pepper duck, a dried Marsh Kinkajou and a Sun Vinegar Tart.
The portion of the meal was a fairly sized one. The food had appeared steamy and hot that it made his mouth water. "I hope it is to your liken, my lord," Dyce commented with a smile. Zahohr looked up from his hot meal. "Yes. Hope so." He cautiously took a bite from his food and, once swallowed, he immediately got into eating more. Dyce let out an audible sigh as he took his bow and left their presence alone with the other serfs, much to Xiner liken. As she wanted to stay and watch the lord eat.
"I had no idea that your palace was this lavish and glamorous." Zahohr began as he tried to start a conversation.
Sephtis, with an arched brow, looked at the god of nightmare with a confused look.
"I never said my palace was not luxurious". Zahohr didn't know if he meant it or not, but it came off very prideful to him.
"Hmm…"
Sephtis crocked his brows at the dumb and irrelevant reaction to his words. But both gods said nothing as they both enjoyed their meal. Sephtis finished first, after all, he was only eating his desserts as he had finished his main meal.
Sephtis stood up once he was done with his meal and left his table. Zahohr sighed as he realized how rude he Sephtis could be.
Noticing his pending annoyance with his master, Dyce once again stepped forward. "I apologize for my Lord's behavior. He rarely has guest come down to Daemarral and—"
Zahohr waved his hands at him. Preventing him from explaining further. "You don't need to make up excuses for him. I just came to play tricks and confirm some things," He replied. But Zahohr knew he would become a frequent visitor. In the end, why wouldn't he? Daemarral was like a diamond in the rough for him. He could get exquisite gem, jewelries and precious stone just by coming around, lavish bath and sweet scents and herbal care, the foods and also the workers.
Workers, who didn't look at him with fear or didn't hide their eyes away from him. It seemed like avoiding eye contact with the gods was deemed offensive to them. As he also noticed them looking at Sephtis in the eye.
The only time he didn't meet his eyes was during greetings, and it was sensible. After all, it would be weird if they bowed to him and their eyes were on their forehead.
In no time, Zahohr, too, stood up and left to where Sephtis was. It was simply a connecting from beside the dinner hall. The only thing dividing the two rooms was a partition wall.
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Sephtis was spawned lazily on a couch, and he placed an arm over his head. He unconsciously swirled the nectar in his hands as he took a breather.
He wasn't sleeping. He was resting. Xiner stood behind him with a carafe in hand, ready to re-fill his chalice once it was empty.
"Do you need a massage, My lord" Xiner asked, offering her good intention.
Normally it would be seen as good intention, but since it was coming from Xiner, then, it was definitely far from a good intention. She wanted an idea or reason for her to touch him, and the fierce need to roam her arms around his body filled her brains.
"My Lord?" She called out again. Sephtis actively planned on ignoring her as he came to the solar for rest. But it seemed like that was the last thing he would get with her around. But he ignored her and let his thoughts trail back to his lover.
The sweet pleasure he had from holding her in his arms, her laughter that was pleasing to his ears.
"You didn't fall as sleep on me, did you?" Zahohr voice rang throughout the quiet. Zahohr stopped on his feet as he felt a peaceful warmth engulf his body.
He immediately began wondering where he was, as the only person's room that gave off this soothing and relaxed feel was Hecca's sanctuary. As the goddess of peace, tranquility and serenity, every feeling she gave off seemed to easily put people at ease.
"Where is this place?" He asked, slowly letting himself in. Sephtis lifted his arm to answer him, "Daemarral, the underworld kingdom"
Zahohr immediately rolled his eyes as a response to his sarcasm. And tried to rephrase his comment again, "What is this place?"
Sephtis instead sighed, not liking the frequently asked questions, "It is Solar room"
"Solar room? Isn't the sun supposed to reflect down on the room?" He asked without reasoning his word choices.
The room went silent as no one gave a response to his reply. It didn't take long for Zahohr to realize his mistake.
He immediately cleared his throat and chose another route. Which was keeping the silence. A single servant girl came to his side with a tray of bite size biscuits, a carafe filled with nectar and a chalice.
Zahohr, meanwhile, took his time looking around the 'solar room'. It was a small room that would even fit in fifteen people. So he figured it was a private room reserved for private guest. It seemed it was genuinely made for the sun to reflect on it, as there were large windows by the sides.
But it was closed off by some drapes, that which he was sure by just looking at it, it was made with quality thread.
A simple oval table, and four couches that surrounded it. On the fall beside the couches were cushion chair. Some filled with wool and some filled with bean.
There was a fire hearth that sat at the front with a blue flame burning in it. Zahohr noticed it was the only type of flame that burned in the palace.
Zahohr turned his attention back to Sephtis, who lazily sipped on his nectar whilst laying on his back.
"You will choke."
"I can take my chances." He replied immediately. "So, is there a reason you did what you did?" He asked, nothing, letting silence slip into the room.
"Just for fun" Zahohr shrugged his shoulders as he gave a response.
This didn't sit well with Sephtis, as he immediately sat up straight.
Eyes on Zahohr. He commanded. "Servants out Dyce remain"
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AUTHORS NOTE.
Hello Everyone, Araneae Here! So starting from June 1st, 2024, I would start posting one chapter every day till the end of June and some days at the beginning of July. My exams are coming up during those days, so I will need time to read.
I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, and I would be back on schedule, latest middle of July.
Thank you for your time.