Ever and Auric
“State your purpose, girl!” The massive lion roared at Dani and snarled his snow-white teeth as he growled his demand. Dani shrank and cowered in his presence and wished she hadn’t sent away the Caiman and refused his offer to help her. “How did you get into the Garden? What are you doing here?”
The lion’s baritone timbre rumbled with suspicion and urgency like deafening thunder. Dani trembled as the golden maned behemoth leapt close enough to rip out her throat in one bite. She pressed back and leaned into the Garden’s stone wall, and willed herself not to scream or cry.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. The Silverback told me I had to enter the Garden if I want to get home. The Caiman helped me get in.” Dani’s voice quivered with fear, but her words were honest and the lion’s countenance softened.
“You’ve met the Vitruvians? They helped you? What’s your name, girl?”
“Dani. My name is Dani. I don’t know how I ended up in this world, but I want to go home. Please, can you help me too? The Silverback told me about you. He said your name is Auric. You and Ever rule over the Garden of Monsters, and you know how to find the Garden’s exit. I just want to go back home. Please.”
The great beast softened his tone and stepped back from Dani as he studied her face and fragile human body.
“I believe you, but I don’t have time to help you. Letum and his demons are planning to revolt at sunset tonight. I have to get a message to Ever at the Leaning Tower. Letum wants to kill the Raven and take over Sacros. Ever is the only one who can warn the Raven in time.”
“I can go with you. I can help you.” Dani pleaded and her mind raced in naive desperation.
“You can’t help me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the Garden of Monsters.”
Dani released her death grip on the stone wall behind her and straightened her posture in defiance. Emboldened by the Auric’s insult, Dani raised her voice and found a confidence that contradicted her small stature.
“I already made it through the forest, and I faced Tawa and Saanvi alone. They told me you can’t see Ever or you’ll both die. Is that true? How do you expect to get a message to her if you can’t talk to her?”
Auric looked Dani up and down as he continued to size her up. His gaze shifted into the distance and back to Dani’s eyes again.
“Fine. You’re tougher than I’d expect for a little lost living girl. But you’re right. I can’t physically be in the same place as Ever. It was a choice we made when Jah asked us to join him in Sacros as Vitruvians.”
“Why would you agree to that? Aren’t you and Ever in love?”
“Yes, we're in very powerful kind of love. But we’re also star-crossed souls. In the living world, we were fated to live out endless reincarnations of our doomed love story. No matter how many times we died together in the living world, we were reborn again to play out the same tormented destiny. We found each other in every life. We fell in love every time. And every time we were on the brink of happiness...Ever would die. It was excruciating for me. I could never save her. And every time I watched my lover die in pain, powerless to help her, I would die too. Then we’d be born again, find each other, fall in love, and die together again in agony.”
Auric sat back on his haunches, curling his long tail around his fawn paws, and lowered his head. His heartbreak was palpable. Dani felt her own heart break and wondered what it’d be like to love someone so much that she’d die of a broken heart without them for mere moments. She wondered how many times Auric died with Ever in his arms. She wondered how painful it was for them. Dani wanted to comfort Auric. She wanted to stroke his glistening golden fur. But she could only ask him how he and Ever finally stopped the cycle of reincarnated love and death.
“Is that how you became a Vitruvian? You were given the choice to stay here instead of watching Ever die over and over again?”
“Yes, Jah finally answered our prayers. The last time Ever and I died in the living world we begged and prayed to the Universe to make us a deal. We asked the World to grant us grace. We said we’d be willing to never see each other again in exchange for our eternal servitude to the Universe. We came to the Garden of Monsters for the first time together as passing souls, and Jah offered us release from our repeating torment and heartbreak. He said we could live together forever in the Garden as Vitruvians and Protectors if we agreed to never speak or touch each other ever again. We could be in love forever, and we could exist in the same world as one another. It was the easiest choice Ever and I ever made. I protect the Garden’s entrance here, and Ever protects the Leaning Tower at the Garden’s exit.”
“That doesn’t sound like an easy decision. It sounds more like a painful sacrifice.”
Dani wondered how anyone could sacrifice seeing their soulmate and falling in love countless times in lieu of unrequited love for all eternity.
“Sacrifice defines true love. It's a painful decision, but it's an easy one to make."
The grand Vitruvian lion rose to all fours and his majesty took the breath from the young living girl who was lost in a world of monsters and nightmares.
“If you want to help me – if you want to help Sacros – find Ever at the Leaning Tower and tell her Letum is planning to kill the Raven at sunset. Bring her my message.”
“How will I know the way?”
“You’ll have to start at the beginning. Listen to the flowers, quiet your thoughts, follow your intuition. Avoid monsters and watch out for demons. Most importantly, be quick about it. All Hell breaks loose when the sun sets, and if Letum kills the Raven…the sun will never rise again. And tell Ever I love her.
Nope, Didn’t See a Thing
"Ey, moron I'm home," Shibuya called having taken off his shoes at the stoop of their apartment like a normal person. No second pair of boots or the respectable shined shoes he wore for tax purposes. Fucking heathen.
"Yo where are you? Is dinner on this time?"
Sure it happened to be his own turn but that was hardly the point. "Hey come on answer at least. You said I could expect you home tonight. No more trouble."
Flinging his bag on the couch Shibuya set to work on finding that deadbeat older brother of his.
Peeking in one hall, all dark. The doors still locked. Else they would be spread ajar in rapid succession. Turned into an impromptu office and negotiator party.
And to the right was another hall, this one shorter and with a wall connected set of stairs leading to the upper atrium.
Here was just one door. Made of steel and with a wheel to turn it open rather than a knob. Better yet, the probe was red indicating much like a porta potty that grisly business was going on.
Shibuya was more concerned with having katsudon after a soul smashing day at high school with annoying sheep and uptight moralizing freaks.
Grinding open the room had been transformed, each and every dirty skeleton out to see. Stolen jewels and oddity necklaces and brooches, counterfits of artwork or were the ones in the Mass Swiss museum the fake ones? And better yet the torture slab all nice and pretty with a hero tied to it.
A hero with dazzling silvery eyes wide and begging for rescue. Or, just to not be seen.
"Shio!" his brother squawked, making a frightfully ridiculous deep, raked coals of a voice. "What-- what are," clearing off the pretense, "you doing?"
"Its five, school is out and I have no social life."
Was said pointedly. To no one in particular. Really.
"Oh right, right," he replied, "mmm okay I can leave this for--"
"Forget it. I bet you forgot groceries anyway or made the dumb decision to go out in that cosplay you call a "villain suit," and now this poor kid had to work extra hours before his keepers let him go home," he scoffed, "honestly. Besides, you never make the katsudon right."
Not to mention the big bad Walking Death had awkward conversations with the stove.
"Hot as fuck for you Takada?" Shibuya asked.
"Of course. You're an angel you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah, oh and I'll crack open that awful mac and cheese for the guest."
"What the-- no!" he finally spoke. And here Shibuya had been led to believe constant villain attacks had left him brain dead. "Help me out of here! He's the one wrong here and can't even bother to greet you each day which wow--"
"Tired now. Goodbye. Oh and no desert for either of you."
And Takada crumpled.
Shibuya simply closed the door.
Nope, didn't see a damn thing.
“Til death do us part” they promised. A promise made among immortals, to whom a promise was an unbreakable vow, lest they lose their immortality. A promise that had thus far been faithful and dutifully carried out. Now a divide has come between the two and neither wishes to try and bridge the gap. They unite now only in trying to figure out how to forever be rid of the other.
They had learned some lessons from others. One was violence against the other was not enough to end either the promise or the intended target. Guns had been fired, drinks poisoned, brake lines tampered with. For one immortal couple this had actually rekindled their love, but they were the exceptions.
Another lesson learned was they could not just be separated from each other. If they did then over the course of their never-ending existence, they could never be with anyone else, or that would be cheating, and seen as breaking their marriage vow. This would result in lost immortality for the cheater, something neither one of them wanted to part with. Many attempts to convince other people to seduce their partners were made though. Several immortal couples had ended this way.
The most successful way to get out of the marriage promise though was to make more promises, unreasonable promises that were nearly impossible to keep. When a couple was in love they did their best to avoid asking their partners these kinds of promises or else an accidental break could end everything. Now that they wanted to end everything these requests became an everyday occurrence. “Do you promise to never…” or “Promise to always…” became part of common conversation. To have the other agree to something, but not yourself was the real issue. Many immortals had managed to convince their partners into impossible promises only for themselves to be equal bound, resulting in both losing their immortality.
And so, everyday the two wordsmiths fought back and forth, trying to get the other one to slip. Occasionally a knife would be thrown or boa constrictor left in the bed out of frustration, but it always came back to wordplay. The smarts and wit of why they fell in love had become the bane of why they were unable to separate. They are the longest lasting marriage of the immortals and it does not look like it will be ending any time soon.
HOLY OMNIPOTENCE: The Most Powerful Superpower
I can't see through walls. I can't fly. I can't play a superhero or supervillain. I can't bend space-time or invoke magic. I can't run mercurially; I'm no speedster, scarlet or otherwise.
Speeding bullets would easily catch me. I can't leap over even traffic cones, let alone tall buildings, let alone in single bounds. I can't afford to erect a fortress of solitude or its heating bill.
Evil can easily escape my sight, my lantern's light. Bizarros don't seem bizarre to me. I'm no crusader, caped or otherwise. I will never be dynamic, in a duo or otherwise. I am in no league; I don't avenge; I'm not fantastic. When I look for the Bifröst, I only see a rainbow. My only X is on my chromosomes.
I was born under a yellow sun. I am ridiculously vulnerable, ordinary, and have no behavioral escape from my mild mannered ways.
My superpower is my humility, and I'm in love.
INT. WAITING ROOM. DAY-
A grey haired woman sits on a couch facing the camera talking head style (When Harry Met Sally inspired).
When people ask, and they don't as much anymore, I usually say I'd imagine life is a lot slower for me. A lot simpler. I go grocery shopping, I knit, I have time to have my routines. I honestly feel a little bad for these spandex-ed freaks. I say that with love of course, if anyone's the freak, it's me.
INT. GROCERY STORE. DAY-
Violet at the grocery store. She drops a cucumber and before it can touch the ground, twelve masked superheroes super speed to catch it, accidentally running into each other and crushing the cucumber.
Violet nearly falls over before they all catch her.
Yeah, it can get a little annoying sometimes. Since all these weirdos were born with immortality, I'm pretty much a God to them. They all stayed 22 years old while I grew up. I think the group created to protect me has gotten a little out of hand, however.
EXT. BURNED DOWN CHURCH. DAY-
Hordes of spandex-ed superheroes wearing the letters "HPV"shout and scream at a group of other spandex-ed superheroes wearing the letters "HIV".
I don't understand why the Help Protect Violet group can't convince the Help Insurrect Violet group to stop burning down churches. I'm Jewish for Christ sakes.
INT. WAITING ROOM. DAY-
Violet looks down at her hands.
I've always seen myself as the lucky one. Everyone else has this idiotic need to prove themselves and I'm just Violet. Always have been always will be.
All the things I’d do
A bullet to my head
though it would never work
tell humans I'm a demon
though what would that do?
Or maybe change my face
so I'm not attractive
fake my death!
wait that's something no one would believe
read all the divorce papers
that you could disappear
the family will all scoff at me
and my "humanity"
maybe I will eat you
like Zeus! from long ago
but that would never do
for you can't turn that small
I could destroy my brain
with all of this thinking
oh all the things i'd do
just for me to leave