The game of the god [BL]

From his throne, the god contemplated the vast battlefield he had created. The echoes of the first door still echoed in his mind, but something had changed. Something I didn't quite understand. The hunter, the young man he had observed with indifference at the beginning, now occupied his mind. The feeling had been subtle at first, a simple flash of curiosity, but when that human got up and resisted, something inside him stirred.

An uncontrollable, almost childish desire invaded him. A longing to possess, to control, something I had never experienced before. But the desire didn't stop there. Instead of being a mere whim, it began to get deeper. The fascination turned into something darker. A primitive impulse that overflowed his understanding.

Sitting on his throne, the god narrowed his eyes, trying to unravel what had happened. For the first time in millennia, he found himself trapped in his own thoughts.

- What's happening to me? - he whispered, his voice echoing in the void of his living room. He thought about the hunter, how his gaze had never been directed towards him, how his eyes only sought survival, the protection of his own. Was that what had attracted him? The simple desire to live of such an insignificant human?

He tried to look for answers in the depths of his eternal mind, but he did not find them. I couldn't understand it. And that frustrated him more than any defeat.

The hunter... No, the young human, as he refused to call him, was doing something that the god could not foresee. He, who had always had control of every being and every game, did not know what to do with this human so… visceral.

Puzzled and in a mixture of irritation and fascination, the god closed his eyes. There was something new in him, something he had never felt for any creature before.

The hunter, however, did not think of any of that. His mind had only one clear destination: his family. The people I loved. In his eyes there was only one goal, and he couldn't afford distractions. He had heard the screams of his mother and sister in the distance, and it didn't matter what he had to face to get to them. I wasn't going to let disaster reach them.

He ran without thinking, without stopping to look at the creatures that emerged from the shadows. No matter how many times he fell, he got up. I didn't think about why, just getting to them. To his family.

But something in the air had changed. There were no more doors opening as before. The chaos was not that of a new ware of monsters. It was the echo of the first door closing. The creatures, the same ones that had invaded the city, continued to attack, but with a strange order. As if there was no more chaos, just an endless battle. There were no more doors, only the clatter of monsters falling, of humans fighting.

The hunter didn't know, but the beasts of the first door kept chasing them, their insatiable hunger never stopped.

The young man went further into the heart of the city, closer and closer to his home. Each step brought him closer to the screams he had heard, hoping to find them, to get them out of there. I didn't have time to think about the origin of the creatures or how they had appeared. I just knew that if I didn't get to them, it would be too late.

But when he arrived at the neighborhood where they lived, something stopped him in his tracks. The place was in ruins. There were no doors, there was no safe place. Only debris and the roar of more monsters. Suddenly, the creatures of the first door seemed to have multiplied, emerging from the corners, as if the war had never ended.

His heart beat hard as he moved forward, looking among the ruins for what was left of his home. Suddenly, he saw something. The silhouette of a well-known figure on the edge of the rubble. Her mother, or at least what was left of her, surrounded by the shadows of creatures.

I couldn't waste any more time.

With his breath held, he threw himself at her, but the road was full of obstacles. Beasts emerged from the shadows, their roar cutting through the air violently. However, he only had one idea in mind: to get to his mother.

The pressure increased. The desire to live, the desire to protect, grew inside. He ran without fear, no matter the danger.

Meanwhile, the god watched him from above, unable to look away. Something inside him, in his consciousness, was agitated. And although I couldn't understand it, I couldn't stop feeling it. The connection I felt for him, the hunter, grew more and more, as each battle was fought.

- What's going on? - the god asked, as if talking to himself could bring answers. But the truth was that I didn't have them. In the distance, he observed how the young hunter faced the impossible, facing the beasts with a tenacity that left him speechless.

The god let out a sigh, but at least one thing seemed clear: the game had only just begun.