The Creator's Past | AnotherWorld: Original

Chapter 44 - Nuisances

"He's a mortal, Sarah!" The creator let out a deep growl, frustration and worry gnawing at her insides.

She couldn't shake off the memory of the rules that were set at the Eternal Afiat - the strict code of conduct that governed the behavior of all immortal beings. Sylvia's words echoed in her mind, warning her of the dire consequences that awaited the werecat.

The creator couldn't help but feel haunted by her thought. She had unwittingly led the werecat to a sanctioned love, one that went against the very tenets of the Eternal Afiat. She knew that the werecat was unaware of the severity of her actions, but that wouldn't matter to the other immortal beings. They would see her transgressions as a grave offense, one that demanded retribution.

"There's more fish in the sea. Why did you go for a mortal?" The voice uttered.

"Shut it." Replied the creator in her mind.

A sudden wave of guilt that washed over her. She had known the risks of meddling with forbidden love, but she had ignored them in favor of the werecat's happiness. Now, as the consequences of her actions loomed large, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake.

Was it so wrong to love?

"He's.. not?" Sarah asked, crossing her arms as she shrugged.

Golden eyes scowled down at the dual-colored hair girl.

"If he can die like a mortal, then he is a mortal." Fingers pointed at Sarah with each word spat out, her body stiffened. The anger that overcame Felicia seemed to materialize out of thin air, leaving her puzzled and unsure.

"It's against the rules."

"Ugh, forget the rules. You're not on duty! They would never lay a finger on you!" The mage insisted, putting up her effort.

"Lay a finger? "

"Won't lay a finger? "

"They even chained me up." 

Oh, how Felicia longed to unleash a torrent of words upon Sarah, like a raging tsunami, recounting the events that transpired in their kind's city. The weight of her emotions, the anger and resentment, pressed against her chest, desperate to be released. She wished to tell Sarah everything, every tiny detail of the horrible acts she had committed, of the pain she had caused and the euphoria she felt. Her desire to confess her sins was so overwhelming, it was as if she was holding her breath, ready to let loose and reveal all.

She meant it, the pain, the taunting, the horror. She definitely meant it.

"Come on, one day you'll regret when you lose him. I know very much he is your type." 

Eyes rolled and mighty Felicia sighed, she knew she was intelligent and wise enough. She couldn't let Sarah know yet, she would run off like a scared cat. Even worse, to her chief boyfriend. Which as always, Felicia despised.

"I can't." Felicia said, "I just, can't." She insisted, palms wide.

"Are you seriously worrying about that? What a dummy!" Sarah smacked Felicia's shoulder, a loud sound stemmed between them.

"Shh! You're gonna wake them up!" The creator whisper-yelled at the mage, finger on her pale lips.

"Don't shush me." Retorted the physic mage.

As the heated, meaningless argument between Felicia and Sarah escalated, a sudden silence fell upon them. Felicia, visibly distressed, rested her elbows on the wooden rail and leaned forward, her fingers tightly gripping the hard, coarse surface. Sarah, on the other hand, inclined herself and rested on a sturdy wooden pillar, her gaze fixed on Felicia with a look of concern. The mage seemed to be worrying about the sturdy creator rather than furious.