The apparent silence of the late hour spread in a deafening way like an enchanted curtain over the gaping chasm between the two young adults, whose purple, silk fabric waved teasingly in the nonexistent current of the wind, so that they could only see each other in those blurry, vanishing moments as the happy stroke of fate permitted them, while the gentle rustling of the silk rubbing against each other gave them the seductive illusion of listening to the whispered, winged words of their counterpart, which seemed to ride on the silent swaying of the wind without, however, coming towards them convey the source from which the melodic tones arose.

That faint rustling of the purple curtain, no more than the bold crackling of the burning communion of the licking flames, whose bright light cast dancing shadows on the two walls of the devastating gap between the magician and his apprentice, was the only consolation in the stillness of being, However, it was fed by the rising gusty wind, like a storm, steadily more intense and noisy, until the silky purple suddenly blew away, the masks behind which all living beings hide, tearing off their faces, the bare, vulnerable self revealing, and fanned the already lively flames, so that a lively inferno burned in the small fireplace of the quiet wooden hut.

In this blazing sea of ​​flames, the two glances of the young adults met, trying to avoid each other, but at the same time from the fires in the eyes of their counterpart, which burned with the same, indomitable ferocity, but for different reasons, one as a defense against rejection were magically attracted as a defense against desires, one's own as well as foreign ones, the other as animal desire of love, while the silence, more perfect than ever, lay powerfully on the ears of the opponents, built up a glass barrier that did not close to remove, but to break through, because she slowly and painfully withdrew the vital air from the two, and finally became so loud that the young woman was forced to organize her maddening thoughts, to close her eyes staring into the fire, and clear your throat.

The inconspicuous, low, almost inaudible humming that came from her closed, ruby-red lips, caused by the vibration of her vocal cords, set the air first, then the glass vibrating until it vibrated with her tone so strongly that it amounted to thousands upon thousands Pieces shattered that tore the curtain, which was blown away for the blink of an eye, completely revealing her perfect husband, made him stand out in the light of the blazing inferno against the impenetrable blackness of the night like a black, false prophet in the fires of hell, and ultimately caused the chasm between them to collapse, so that the falling rocks formed a safe bridge between them on which she approached him."So you are?", She reached out to him through her words, to lead him to her with a sure step over the gap that had formed and broken between them, which he gratefully accepted by answering her candid question.

"The war, yes," he confirmed with a nod, slowly getting up from his chair to warm his cold fingers on the fire, and after a few moments turned back to her with raised eyebrows. "I'm impressed: You learned very quickly to control your aura. I don't know what's going on inside you, but I can imagine that you have thousands of questions."

Slowly the young woman did the same as the magician, rose from her chair, perceiving everything that did not seem to have existed during the stranger's visit, the crackling logs in the light and warming fire, the howling of the raging storm, that made the branches of the venerable oak trees beat against the window panes, the onset of rain, which pelted against the same window panes, in order to flow down the glass from them, just as the long dead tears had wandered down her cheeks, everything that you did had been denied during the stranger's visit, feeling the boundless affection, love, fueled by the soothing fire in her heart, which warmed her body to the fingertips and put a smile on her lips whenever she saw him, and the trust she put in him and shook her head.

"No," she said, taking a long step to his side. "At the moment I only have one question: Does that change anything? Does it change who you are, what you have to do? Does it change your feelings? Does it change you? Does it change anything?"

Even as the young woman was asking him these questions, he understood what she was trying to say and with a smile that warmed her more than any fire could ever do, he opened his arms so that she touched her body on the fabric nestle in his shirt and enjoy the hug. For a single blink of an eye in the infinity of being, the two stood in this warm embrace and perceived nothing but the presence of their partner, celebrating the quiet togetherness in front of the impending storm, as if it were the only safe island in the middle of the raging sea of ​​their feelings.

"And if you were the devil personally," she breathed into his ear, ending the silent conversation between the two of them before reluctantly breaking out of the embrace and looking at him questioningly. "But how and what and why?"

For a brief moment, while he was desperately trying to find a way out of his precarious situation, the black-haired man hesitated to repeat that horrific story, the words of which should not be heard by human ears, but immediately recognized not only the licking fire in the Eyes of his apprentice, who would burn his flattering words before they even left his mouth, but also that he owed an explanation to her, who he had unwittingly and unwittingly dragged her into his war, and gestured with resignation Sighing, albeit amused, to sit down on the chair while he left the room for a brief moment, only to return seconds later to the living room with a locked book in his hands."A long, long time ago," he told her in an almost inaudible low voice and gently stroked the leather book spine, richly decorated with symbols and images that were incomprehensible to the young woman, "my brothers and I sat high up in the firmament at the four ends of the world and observed the hustle and bustle of living beings, nourished us on the natural events to which the living beings were incumbent, death, war, in whatever form it began, conquest, and hunger, saw the emergence of man, that Coming of gods, their downfall, and pursuing our own interests without interfering with the course of events. "

"Wait," interrupted the young woman angrily, so that for the first time since he had sat down on the chair opposite her with his locked book, he looked up at her and smiled, recognizing the confused and incredulous expression on her face, so he put his book on the nearby table. "You are how old? And, wait, you are immortal? And how did you come about, if you have always existed?"

“I was born sixteen years ago,” he answered her first question with a teasing grin, but immediately went on to explain what he meant, “and yet I'm as old as life itself see me is just a shadow of myself, a form with which I can dwell on earth among people while the war is still lingering at the eastern end of the world. This body can die, but as soon as I die, I will Born in a different form in order to be able to represent my own interests. So I have to answer your next question with yes and no at the same time: yes, I am immortal, but no, I can and will die if life and with it the war itself is dying. "

"But that still doesn't explain how you came about!" She stammered, her noble features buried in her palms in a hopeless attempt to understand the crazy course her life, her love was taking, trying to suppress her subconscious understanding that she, a simple person, could find no solace in the coils of fate, yet determined not to give up the battlefield of her heart without losing a fight.

"Deep in the subconscious of every living being lies the desire for conflict, the love of war," he explained to the woman who started the contradiction, while he raised his finger to tell her to be quiet. "Look at the history of mankind before you contradict me! Is it a story of peace or a story of war? In every second of his life man works towards a conflict in order to be able to prove himself to be the victor over the To enthrone the vanquished to impress, to love, or for whatever reason, man longs for conflict and so does every living being.From this wish, from this desire of all living beings from the first second of their existence, I arose and so did my brothers. "

"But that can't be true," she tried to contradict him. "Take me as an example! I don't long for conflict, as you claim! I don't want a conflict, I just want to live here in peace, here with you."

"No desire for conflict?" He repeated, only to laugh from the bottom of his heart for the first time since he had confronted his brother, until tears welled up in his eyes, so that the young woman first perplexed him, then but looked increasingly hurt, as he was so amused by her words that he gasped, trying to control his laughter and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Akane, but you are sure that you have no desire for war? You not only contradict me and start a conflict with it, but you long for a life with the war itself and still claim that you have no wish after the war? "

"I do," she muttered, embarrassed at her own assertion and the apparent implication of his words. "But what about your brothers then? Surely no one wants to be hungry?"

“Certainly no one wishes to be hungry,” he agreed, “but at the same time every living being goes hungry. Hunger means desire, desire for food, desire for love, desire for war, desire for attention, everything that living beings and Especially people starving, gave birth to my brother. Death is, well, death. It is universal, omnipresent, all-embracing. Nobody can escape it and therefore it is always in the