DAMON.

Chapter: 3.

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"Lord Xrysos," Damon called as he quietly walked into his master's bedroom. Each and every time he walks in there he would always look in awe at the beauty of his master's inner chambers. Walls and ceilings, and moldings were decorated with delicate interlacings of curves and contour curves based on the fundamental shapes as well as with shell forms and other natural shapes. The asymmetrical design was the rule. Light pastels, ivory white, and gold were the predominant colors, and mirrors were used to enhance the sense of open space. At the far end of the wall is a huge bed, decorated with the best of silks and Kinds of cotton, more than six pillows adore the four corners of the bed and in the middle of golden sheets lies his master. 

The one-man that he has served since he was but a child. A lost child running away for dear life, with no destination in mind.

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Damon wanted to stay alive, his family had just been murdered in cold blood, and his mother had hidden him in big water pottery while sealing it up completely, he held his breath in the waters for as long as he could. Soon he heard swords cutting through delicate flesh, and listened to the anguished cry of his dearest mother and beloved sister, his tears mixing with the waters. When the place became silent, Damon took that as an opportunity to get out, so he climbed out and walked out of the room and into the bloody streets, avoiding and jumping through decapitated bodies of the familiar faces he once knew. Damon was the only one left alive in his village. For the first four nights, he slept in a snow-covered cave, lips dried of thirst as dried snow glued on his face making the eight-year-old look more like an older man. 

His little heart had given up on living, so patiently he waited for death to come to claim his terrified soul, and on that fine day, he heard men and horses marching forward a little way down the hill. He was desperate for death but also curious to know who they were. So slowly he crept out from his precious cold cave and walked down the hill. Soon Damon came face to face with a beautiful golden carriage, he was amazed at the beauty of it so he stood and looked at it glitter in the golden sun, mouth wide open in wonder, he thought that was by far the most beautiful thing he ever saw until there stood before him the most beautiful of them all, standing before him was a god-like human being. His face was like those of the gods themselves, probably carved by the gods. 

His chiseled face shone with the sun, while a small dot-like nose graced his face, his eyes the brightest of baby blues, mouth a very beautiful plum with a deep red color, and his skin was so fair, Damon was certain he had never been beaten by the sun. His well-defined muscular frame was not so hidden in the golden garments he wore. He was pure perfection and Damon was sure he had seen a god. 

This most certainly could not be human, he is a god. Maybe the god of beauty himself.

"Who is that, my love?" 

Damon took his eyes off the god to have them rest on yet another one, but this time it was a goddess. She was beautiful, her hair a midnight dark color running smoothly all the way to her wonderfully curved hips. While the gods' eyes were blue, hers were a clear green, so green Damon could see through them. She wasn't as fair as the god but her skin shone goldenly, and her red long dress made her look somewhat floating than standing.

"I don't know. But he looks lost." 

Damon stood listening to their melodies' voices as they spoke and he couldn't have wished for a better sound to fill his hearings.

"I think he needs help." The goddess worried.

"My lord, we are running late." Another man spoke, but something was different with this one, his aura scares Damon, he was really tall and bulky so much that he could grab the likes of Damon eight and squash away.

"We can't possibly leave him here, Dylan." The god spoke.

"But sire-"

"Are you suggesting we leave him here, out in the cold? The boy is lost." Angry flared in the gods' eyes.

"Then I say we take him. You have to be in Vain palace to sign the Trinity in about fifty-five minutes. If you are not there, they would call it war."

"I am very much aware of that, Dylan. Get him a warm coat, put him in my carriage, and get him water and some hot soup." 

"Yes, my lord."

And that was the beginning of Damon's new life with his Lord and Master whom he later learned his name was Xrysos and the goddess Atlas, she was Xrysos's wife. Lord Xrysos even at the age of eighteen had been the great king and ruler of the East Golden Gates and also the only man Damon had been drawn and in love with. 

He had loved him from the day he thought him, god, until now.

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"Lord Xrysos," Damon called once again and gently tapped his soft shoulder. One would think with all the muscles and training lord Xrysos does that he would be anything but soft, but he was, and that mesmerizes Damon to no end, making him want the thirty-year-old king each and every passing day. 

But Damon knew he couldn't have him, no matter how much he desperately craved it.

"Damon!" The king's gentle voice called out lazily and Damon found himself getting aroused and needy in so many unwanted ways. "Pray tell, why bother me at this ungodly hour of the morning?" Lord Xrysos asked, sitting up and stretching. The golden sheets gently glided down his body and exposed a well-defined ab and all the glory that was his master's alone. 

And just like every other morning he wakes the king up, Damon was spotting yet another boner and this time he couldn't hide it anymore. Embarrassed that the king might have caught him, Damon turned around, his head bowed and he found himself apologizing.