Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Part Five | Coward’s End
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Chapter Twenty
He’d seen enough. The mark was set. Ulysses knew most completely what he wanted and would do nothing again but seek it. He’d felt some impression made upon Elliot Harper and there wouldn’t be a waking thought apart from subsuming himself deeply within the notion again.
Exile was enormous—the splendor of its hallways overcoming Ulysses so lost about the crowd. He was taking it all. Hex, on patrol in his warcraft ravaging the imbeciles was feeding every shredded synapse of conscripted thoughtform and emotion borne pain into his consciousness simultaneously. Nothing would stop him from his undivinely ordained plan. Sacred rights would be reborn immediately and exactly as devised.
This place felt home.
Structures within the clear polymer-glassed windowpane feeding entry towards a very special bedchamber’s access hallway would prove fallible. Addiction was the man’s killer. He’d never break one of those. Something happened once which was purer than anything he ever experienced before. Especially with sensations of pleasure and grace—he’d not hesitate to chase them by any means of betrayal.
Three great vices had fallen to two. Need reigned all. It would ruin the man’s hope of stability for the way he’d seek things he’d want. Drive would be the thing Ulysses couldn’t release. He was a creature of habit and those he’d chosen were misnomers of hope and lie and spirit.
The Undroth’s Hegmony had been Ulysses’ starting place. This craft a briefest stopover to his own exile. Elliot was asleep below and all alone.
Ulysses launched himself forthwith and bottom-first onto that heavenly bubblefoam mattress made in perfect design. The boy hadn’t seen it as he was bouncing awake—what it was eking those springfolds; who he’d remember them as was both more and less.
Elliot had been grasped from behind. Held so firmly. He’d not have hope escaping the position they desired most, and Ulysses found himself free at last.
