A Man called God

Through my room's window, I saw the golden castle gate slowly open till its end.

No one had ever made this gate reach its end opening, not even my father, the king.

Horses rode in; riders wore fine long robes. All our guards watched in amazement at their 'more-royal convoy.'

It was as if God had decided to visit my father to deliver a message which he couldn't entrust to Angel Gabriel's hands.

I loved how magnificent their attire and convoy were. It was a grand panache that left everyone in awe.

It was one of my father's friends, probably a politician.

I shouldn't have bothered because it was none of my business, so I decided to close my window and concentrate on the maid who was kneeling before me and painting my toenails.

While almost drawing the curtains of my closed glass window, other horse riders parted ways for a man.

His fine robe was different; it had all the colors of the rainbow and even more. He wasn't a girl, but he was beautiful.

The sun reflection on his skin could blind natural eyes; his skin reflected like light on diamonds.

My eyes couldn't have enough of feeling him in, so I reopened the glass of my window. He stepped forward majestically like some god.

Who was this young, beautiful man that made my father, the king : a renowned warrior known for getting no scratch all his battle life , stand on the porch of the royal golden castle for so long, watching in shocking fear?

Was he a god?

But why was my father acting like he had seen a devil of royalty?

Oh, then I remembered. Lucifer was known as the angel of light as well, the morning star. Maybe he wasn't what his exterior said, but I was so eager to find out.

As he stood beneath the porch, looking up to my father with an unfunny smile, the calm wind blew his midnight-black hair, which was kept slick at the back.

Honestly, something in me electrified my body, urging me to go feel his hair, but I was afraid.

From my father's look, he might have been the devil. His intense amber eyes still gazed at my father, who was shaking like a table full of light metals during an incoming earthquake.

My father couldn't behold his face anymore, so he hurried inside, leaving my mother dumbfounded, looking at the man from the porch.

I wanted to take in every gist from this beautiful man, so I hurried in after him to see what he had that shook the almighty Golden Castle.

They were speaking in the castle's private chamber.

Whatever made my father take someone into the private chamber must have been a secret information dear to his heart.

Here, I feared that my father was now among the illuminati. I had never heard him react in such a way ever since I popped out of his darling wife's coochie.

Secretly, I made my way around the soundproof private chamber with five-inch-thick walls.

My partner in crime, Lily , my best, crafty and smart maid , hurriedly brought a hose and quietly slipped it through a small space beneath the closed entrance, capturing the sound from the private chamber.

I plucked the hose into my ear like I was some doctor eagerly wanting to hear the heartbeat of an unresponsive patient.

Their voices echoed through the muffled walls, resounding in my ear.

"Donkey years I must say, once Alpha, you've really made a great name for yourself." This wasn't my father's voice.

Young as he was, his voice was more commanding, proud and firm than my aging father's.

"I can say the same for you, Victor Rodriguez," my father's voice trembled, mixed with fear and effects of aging.