Part 2: Everyone Just Wants A Show
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If only you
You could see
The darkest place that you could be
Oh maybe then you'd understand
From desert heat to cobbled streets
From broken home to the city beat
There's so much more than you could know
So take me back
When I believed
Back when I was unafraid
Just like a thief
And all the heights
That I could reach
Back when I was unafraid
Just like a thief
If I could live a thousand times
If I could make a thousand tries
Maybe then I'd get it right
The more I see, the more I know
That everyone just wants a show
"No, we don't want to see the truth."
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Apollo went back into the house, heading in first into a room.
On the bed rested one of his fellow Greek brethren.
Hemera, Greek Goddess of the Day.
He put a hand on her as the lights went on in the room.
Weakening...much faster too...
He gently rubbed his hand against her forehead.
Her skin was pale and her body felt cold.
The fact that she was there on the bed meant it was her time.
And it was indeed her time.
But what made day was stolen by the night, who longed to see day so badly.
For the night is unafraid, just like a thief.
When it would be the right time for the night, she would disappear, and return again at day.
In that situation, her disappearances gave way for anxiety to enter those closest to her.
She was already weak, and there may be a time where she can be lost for good.
The Greek God sighed.
As he picked up his copy of the book he was re-reading for the meantime, he heard someone enter the house.
He called out, "Any luck?"
An angry grunt responded.
"They don't seem to care!" The person walked in, making the room hot.
Svarog, Slavic God of Fire and Welding.
He and Hemera were in a romantic relationship for a long time. (This was of course, kept secretive.)
"Who did you visit this time?" Apollo asked, flipping open to the 21st Chapter of his book.
The Slavic God turned to his resting lover, calming down, the room cooling down too.
He then looked at Apollo. "Reading it again?"
"Like using the same fine sword."
Svarog let out a "Hmmph" and glanced at the book. "I spoke with the one mentioned in that book."
"Chukwu, or Christ?"
"The first one, obviously." The Slavic God then looked out the window, still nighttime. "In this position, how am I supposed to speak to a God still being worshiped?"
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