World After Worlds

The bitter waft of the atmosphere was probable, the scene of tranquil spring becoming austere. It was resonating with Matteo's expression, the brewing storm was based on his emotion. It made sense, after all, he owned this space, and he's a god. If I made him angry, will it cause a calamity? Yanaryn pondered, she was calculating her actions. She did not want to cause havoc to this world but it was a necessary prosecution for her to take. She must know how much power she holds over Matteo. In addition, this place was not even a real world, it was like a dimension made for him to meander.

Matteo said he liked her, in what course? I am his wife, he says, but does he know what a wife means? He said he loved her back when the original was six years old. What kind of romance does he have in mind? He doesn't see the original in what a human should see their lovers. He's complicated because he has a completely diverse belief and perspective as a deity. He's such a headache, Yanarym sighed, she needed to know how she could regulate this powerful entity.

"What kind of wife am I to you?" She asked, getting herself immersed with her role, being a bitch, was always her best character. "If I'm not chosen to satisfy your sexual needs, what is my purpose to you?" Matteo gaped at her with unbelievable eyes, appalled from her indictment.

"Sexual needs?" He muttered, a whisper that was grounding, "you are my wife because I am in love with you." He was insulted, which was what Yanarym wanted him to feel, "I won't take you as my wife just to satisfy me, Rym."

Yanarym stood tall at her feet, aside from measuring his affection. She needed to know about Matteo's history with the original. She was hitting below the belt, maybe she was already far beyond the line. Matteo was the type who took everything seriously, his affection was one of the things that could not be taken lightly. If a serious man fell in love but his love was not taken into consideration, who knows how that would affect his ego.

"You don't love me," she kept her character on a roll, "you're a liar." With a gentle shake of the head, she stepped away from him, which did not please Matteo, "you love me? Who are you trying to fool?" She aggrieved at him, he was devastated by how the circumstances turned out to be. She was smiling just a moment ago… Why is she retreating from him now? Even the way she looked at him was distressing him.

"Rym," he relieved his nerves, he should have fed her. "Why are you acting this way? Come here," he gestured his hands to draw her to his arms but she resisted. "Yanarym, don't make me mad," he gritted his teeth and suppressed himself to wield force on her. He whirled his palm in the air and a strong wind blew her in his direction. "Why are you doing this?" He asked her, gentler, as he wrapped his arms around her. She seemed flabbergasted by his sudden course of action.

"You control me like this," she stared at his eyes with anger, "you do what you want with my body," she pushed her body apart from him but Matteo didn't want to see her withdrawing from him again, "let go of me, Matteo!" She punched his chest, Matteo didn't oblique.

"I will let go of you if you stop behaving improperly." He growled at her ears and it made her silent for a second, but she was never the type to resign her fight.

"You said you don't need me sexually, but you forcefully have me yesterday! At this very place! You said all that but you keep insisting you want to have sex with me. You're not in love, you're just lustful!"

"Yanarym!" He thundered there was thunder, the sunny scenery turned dim. Clouds were piling like it was about to rain—maybe a storm. "You can't criticize what I feel for you, how dare you belittle my love?" Matteo's expression darkened, he didn't like what was transpiring. He gave her everything, there was nothing he did not do for her. He was a foolish god for decades because of a mortal like her and she… she did not even recognize his devotion? His sacrifices? His affection? If she didn't fornicate with those filthy men, he won't even think of copulating with her!

"Of course, I can!" Yanarym was surprised that she wasn't trembling seeing this powerful deity exhibit his anger to her. Maybe because she was aware, she knew, he did truly love the original. She confirmed that Matteo surrendered far before she came here. That was why she was being a little aggressive with him or more brutal than she initially planned. How angry could he get? How big is his pride? She wanted to know."It's your love for me! I'm the one who has to receive it! I'm the one who felt it! How can I not tell you what I feel about that fucking love you are trying to give me?!" Tears needed to be stacked in her eyes, so she held back crying. "Did you take care of me, so you could reap me at this time?! To become your sex slave?! Your entertainment?!"

"STOP SAYING ALL THAT! Why are you being a brat?!"

"A brat? I'm the brat? You're the one who left me when I needed you! You were not there when I was scorned! You've been neglecting me for years, you never showed up, when I called for you! You are saying you love me? Why do you want to own me now?! Why are you ruining things for me now?! Do what you're good at! Stop caring about me!"

"I never stopped caring about you!" He yelled back at her, but somehow, his grip on her was weakening, he felt his arms and knees were declining him, what does she mean by all of those claims? He made her feel that way? Why? How? He felt so helpless, he never felt so overwhelmed before. He remembered their conversation before they had copulation, she said, he rescinded her…? Why would he ever do that to her? He did all of the things to keep her unharmed, to retain her smile, why is she saying that I made her sad?

"I never did," Matteo was still upset, however, the anger on his chest didn't stay long. His love for her as a man...as a god was criticized, she was the only person, the only entity he loved. He loved her so much, he knew that much… but she slandered it like it was nothing. How could he not get mad? Regardless, seeing her pained expression, his trampled pride felt like a speck of dust.

Rym, if I could only make you feel how I feel for you… I can't even handle the thought of making you cry… Rym, I love you… I love you, I did not lie. This is not lust, I never thought of you like that. Rym, believe me… "No, that's not true." He had too much to say, but all he wanted to do was embrace her. If she didn't want sex this much, he would never ask for it anymore.

It's fast, she thought. Yanarym was amazed, she didn't even have to be pitiful to induce him after making him angry. He calmed down himself… wow, he's such a pushover. The test is finalized, and in conclusion, Matteo cannot get angry with me for a minute. Wait, did it even last thirty seconds? Yanarym pressed her lips together. He looks like he is about to get on his knees to ask me for forgiveness, he didn't even do anything wrong. She was just being dramatic. Should I finish my skit and torture him a little more or just reward him for being adorable? I'm already hungry though…

"Then, what's the truth?" She wiped her eyes. Tears won't be needed, it was energy-consuming. Matteo looked at her with sincerity.

"What truth do you want to know?" He looked determined to fix this quarrel, Yanarym saw this as an opening. He was vulnerable, should she strike him? No, this was enough, her lessons were reserved for Kraig and Lyndon only. Hurting Matteo was not part of the promise she made to the original.

"Why did you leave me? Back then? What happened to me? Why did you make me like this?" Yanarym muttered, the question was not what she was intending to ask, that came from her mouth without knowing. What was that? Was she the one who talked?

"I never left you, Rym…" he was troubled, seemed like he was running out of words to say.

"You did! You left! I remembered you left me!"

"What are you saying?" Matteo's eyes staggered, "You remember something from the past?" Yanarym blinked in confusion. What past is he talking about?