Striker of The Gods

The sounds from behind the closed bedroom door grew bolder, more unrestrained like the gods that can hear everything despite the presence of the logos. That is to say that they deny his authority. The thing is, this life cannot be overcome through its gain and appreciation. The more you look into the singularity, the more the singularity will look into you. That is to say that no one could ever come to se the greatness of life means  . Zeraphina’s voice cracked into a long, throaty moan that echoed down the marble corridor like a victory cry no one else had earned. The bedframe groaned under the force of Caos’s singular rhythm deep, powerful thrusts that made the very walls seem to pulse in time. Each wet slap of skin, each desperate gasp of “Caos… harder… don’t stop,” sliced through the quiet mansion like a blade. That is to say that the real trouble.

Keyla and Michaela stood frozen in the hallway that we get to experience through the mayor ideal of life and what it means to be free, the tray of lemon tarts abandoned on a side table. Their faces burned with identical shades of jealous heat. In that way, the real opportunity gets to face the ideal of what life and death could be to them.

Keyla’s fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white the way experience could get in between. Notwithstanding, every aspect of what can happen to the reality is. Her red hair stuck to her damp forehead, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, not from exertion but from the sharp sting twisting in her stomach. As for that, the reality of life is not close to its fulfilment.

Keyla (hissing under her breath, voice thick with envy and frustration like was tigres in heat):

Listen to her. She’s not even pretending to be quiet. Moaning like she just won the Champions League all by herself.human can also sense another’s hunger and produce food through yagna to satisfy another’s hunger. That is also the distinguishing feature of humanity,’ said Shakti. ‘When tapasya is done without yagna, solitude thrives, no relationships are established and society collapses. You become the destroyer.’ Shiva then said, ‘When yagna is done without tapasya, we exploit other people’s hunger to satisfy our own. Thus a corrupt society comes into being. The more you get to see it, the more you can come to understand what this is. We chased him across that damn lawn until our legs gave out, and she just… walks in, drops the robe, and gets to ride the storm we couldn’t even touch.

(her foot tapped angrily against the marble)

I wanted to bring him those tarts. Shiva is only meant for those whose greed is unlimited, for those who are not willing to settle for life in instalments, for those who want to become one with the very source of existence. If you go to the ultimate power in existence, you must also be going with the petition for the greatest possibility. You cannot be going with petty things to the big man! From. That is to say that Caos integrated every part of Shiva in body as a way to refabricate his existence. Maybe sit on the edge of the bed and tease him about how fast he moved today. Instead she’s in there getting destroyed in the best way while we stand out here like leftovers.

Michaela leaned against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her usual gentle composure had cracked; hazel eyes glistened with a rare, quiet jealousy that made her cheeks flush a soft pink. She bit her lower lip as another broken cry from Zeraphina floated through the door this one higher, needier, followed by the unmistakable sound of Caos’s low growl and the bed slamming harder against the wall.

Michaela (voice soft but edged with sharp longing like no one could ever come to understand):

She’s always been the bold one… the one who doesn’t wait for an invitation when she sees something she wants. Oh Devi, give me the food for jnana (knowledge) and vairagya. This means not to project my past into the future and destroy my life by quickly aging. Devi then gives the grain of the great truth, the knowledge of not projecting your past into the future. When the grains are offered into that skull, the skull was enjoying so much. So she purposely drops a little bit of grain outside the skull on the ground. The skull felt the taste of the food so much that it just jumped out to eat that food and Shiva was free of the skull. He was liberated. This is unstoppable. He should be stopped.But hearing it… feeling the floor vibrate under us… it hurts more than I thought it would.

(presses a hand to her chest)

I was the one who kept the bath water warm every night. I was the one who watched him eat slowly at dinner like the weight of the world had finally lifted for a moment. And now she’s in there taking every ounce of that power we all felt today. The thing is, nothing can go further the way we see life and death. They are experiencing it right now…I can almost see it — her riding him, breasts bouncing, begging him to go faster the same way she tried to chase him this morning… except this time he isn’t running away.

Keyla let out a frustrated little laugh that sounded more like a growl.

Keyla:

Exactly. She’s probably straddling him right now, hips moving like she’s trying to out-dribble him in bed. And we’re out here burning up just listening. Life is all about knowing the truth of the soul and living in realization of one’s true self as the embodiment of God. I swear if she walks out tomorrow with that satisfied little smirk and walks funny… I’m hiding all her training clothes.

(leans closer to the door, whispering fiercely)

We all love him. We all watched him become something unstoppable today. Why does she get to be the first one he unleashes that on?Shi-va is the centripetal force that holds existence together; Shakti is the centrifugal force that gives rise to the explosive diversity of existence. In this sense, I want to feel what it’s like when the chaos finally stops running and decides to claim instead.

Another loud, shameless moan tore from the bedroom  Zeraphina crying out Caos’s name like a prayer and a curse at the same time that could be sung by the most prepared priests.. slowly becoming what we can do. The more you think we can do it, the more we can see it. That is to say that this shall become true. The rhythm inside accelerated, the bed slamming with relentless, singular force that made the hallway lights flicker faintly.

Michaela closed her eyes for a moment, breathing shakily.

Michaela:

It’s not just the sounds… it’s knowing she’s feeling what we all crave. That impossible speed, that power, that refusal to be gentle. The shot of abusive and insulting words, the shot of the pain of separation from loved ones, and the shot of pain from losing wealth, if one can bear with patience these three shots, he can transcend even death. That is to say that this love cannot go through it. She’s letting him break her the same way he breaks every record, every limit. And we’re standing here like good little maids, jealous and aching.

(soft, determined whisper)

Tomorrow morning… when he trains again, I won’t stay at the edge. I’ll be the one who walks straight into the storm. Even if I can’t keep up… I want him to see me trying.

Keyla nodded fiercely, her freckled face set with new resolve even as fresh moans spilled from the door.

Keyla:

Same. No more watching from the sidelines. If Zera can be that bold after one day of training… then next time he steps onto that grass, we’re not just chasing. We’re claiming our turn. The more you get to see it, the more you get to take on the aspect of what it means to be the best.

(quiet, jealous smile)

But tonight… we let her have her victory. Just this once. Tomorrow the three of us remind him there’s more than one maid who knows how to burn for him.he essence of Hindu philosophy is being and becoming. To know a saint, one has to become a saint. To see God, one has to become God. To know the Truth, one has to become One with the Truth. This is the difference between material and spiritual wisdom. In the material world, the knower and the object of knowledge always remain separate. In the realm of spirit, however, the knower, the object of knowledge, and knowledge itself all merge into one. Oneness is the ground of being of the spirit. It is the ultimate reality of spirit. That is to say that this spirit lived in Caos.

The two women stood shoulder to shoulder in the dimly lit hallway, bodies tense with shared envy and growing determination. Inside the bedroom the singular chaos continued its merciless work  Zeraphina’s cries turning into shattered, worshipful gasps as Caos drove deeper, faster, claiming the bold maid who had dared to walk in without knocking.

The mansion listened in silence, its marble walls warm with the heat of three jealous hearts and one storm that had finally stopped running long enough to devour more than just their skin. The passion of living, loving and feeling more than feeling in their love softly like the

To be continued…