Return of the Asuras |Lesbian Story| (The Sequel)

Chapter 31

The day after the war was over, it started with the cries of the birds, singing in merriment. But my death brought a devastating truth. Like me, the avatars realized that their purpose was over. Having purged the earth of evil, having battled the greatest Asura, having saved the creation and changed the course of destiny, they had come to the conclusion that this was the end of their journey on earth.

In the last council meeting, each bowed to the King and Queen, asking their permission to depart after settling back in the holy city. With me and my mother gone, the rest of the children had no cause to follow and found themselves unneeded.

Despite how much they loved and honored the avatars, there was no objection from either monarch. They understood and merely thanked each and everyone wholeheartedly.

The wounded were treated while the dead were given appropriated funerals. The soldiers had collected wood and the bodies from the battlefield. The funeral pyre was built into heaps, high and higher. In the end, oil and fire did their work, and everything was put to rest.

The King made sure to give honor to the braves, who fought so gallantly. He was a man of compassion and wanted to give every one of his subjects a deserved praise. But his face looked older. Through the victory, he was also saddened of it, and this sadness had aged him. He and his wife remained grim for the rest of the time.

The skies were filled with smoke and incense smell. Arriving at the altar to pray, the priests gave their blessings for the dead to pass the threshold between worlds. The dead must leave to the underworld for their judgment before moving to their next lives.

The last day, the other kings and their armies broke camp for their return home. The whole time, Amarisa still remained within the tent where my body lay. A huge emptiness burrowed inside her heart, trying to swallow her.

Her mother comforted her with gentle caresses and kisses.

"Death is natural like breathing, daughter," she said softly. "Her life does not end here, and merely goes on into the next one."

Indeed, as a learned woman, the Queen understood the universality of death. But how can the princess tell her how it feels to remain in the world when her soulmate's no longer here? Amarisa gave no answer as her spirit was withering away.

The King stepped into the tent a while later.

"We are ready to leave for the city," he told them then looked at his beloved daughter with saddened eyes.

"How is she?" he asked his wife.

"Time is the best reliever of love pains," the Queen answered with a deep sigh.

The King nodded back and knelt down beside his daughter. He followed her unblinking eyes. He put a gentle arm around her. Amarisa said nothing. But slowly, she leaned her head back against the hard chest of her father. And another bout of crying tore from her throat.

"I know you're grieving terribly, but try to honor her memory by being strong, my dear girl," the King spoke and stroked her head.

"Father, I love her," the princess said. "Now she is no more, and what is left is eternal suffering for me alone."

This emotion was fully understood, and the two parents empathized with her deeply.

"We shall give her a funeral worthy of her greatness," the King promised. "And she shall be in our hearts for the rest of our days."

When they left, Amarisa wept and lay down beside me, wrapping her lovely arms around my frozen dead shell and sobbed even more. She held me all night long, pressing her lips every now and then against my cold cheek.