Hello everyone and welcome to another Flash Fiction Friday session, thanks for taking the time to read this piece.
What would you do if the person you once (still) loved betrayed you? This is what Dibella the Enchanter discovers when she arrives to confront her former lover.
As always, please excuse the lack of top level editing. Sometimes you just have to wing it.
Friday Flash Fiction: Betrayal at the Goddess
Dibella pushed aside a worshipper, resisting the urge to kill him on the spot. Three heavily armored men trailed behind her, giving the people menacing growls and clacking their swords on their shields to clear the way. One of them caught up to her and matched the stride. “Are you sure this one is the one responsible for your brother’s capture?”
She ignored the question, instead letting the betrayal cascade over her. Why would he do this to her? Didn’t he still love her as she loved him? He had to have some feelings, right?
“Milady, I needn’t remind you this situation is dire. The men are ready to kill the traitor,” her guard said.
“You don’t have to remind me of anything, Nigel,” Dibella said. She glanced over her shoulder as the men pushed aside another onlooker dressed in a flowing toga. She reminded herself she’d have to kill the rich one later. “I am aware this is dangerous for all of us. You don’t need to remind me of the stakes.”
“If this person isn’t forthcoming with the information we need, we will be forced to use drastic tactics.”
Dibella stopped and glared at her companion. She knew why he said what he said, and if it were anyone other than him, she might get some pleasure and joy out of it. However, this was the man she spent part of her life with; she couldn’t believe he would betray her brother like that.
“Fine, but you are still under my command. You’ll follow what I have to tell you, even if it isn’t to spill a drop of blood from his body.”
Nigel grumbled and looked to his companions to say something, but they merely let him hang in the wind. He nodded and bowed to show his acquiescence.
Dibella turned and took a step closer to the goddess statue when a man in a dirty toga stepped in front of her. He smelled bad, and she was surprised she didn’t know he was there before he appeared. The man cleared his throat and held out his hand. “Read your entrails for an edel?”
She growled, motioned to Nigel, and then turned her attention to the stranger. She blew a puff of purple mist in his face and smiled. “Read your own entrails.”
The man shuddered in pleasure, grabbed the knife Nigel offered him, and cut into his stomach. She walked away from him as he pulled the first section of lower intestine out and smiled, yelling to anyone who could listen. “I am going to get married!”
She pushed her way past another wealthy toga wearing man and stopped in front of a small farmer kneeling in front of the goddess statue. He placed his humble offering of a small basket of fruits at her feet and stood. She waited from him to turn around, but he shook his head and laughed.
“I wondered when you might find me,” he said.
“Why did you do it?” Dibella asked.
“Why did I do what?”
“Why did you break my heart?”
The farmer turned and furrowed his brow. “You look ridiculous.”
Her emotions started to get the better of her as she struggled to stop her lower lip from quivering. “You’re avoiding the question.”
“What happened to the sweet bald angel I knew? Was she taken over by a lilac demon wig?”
She stroked the ends of her purple hair and frowned. “Men respect women with hair—”
“And do they respect women wearing mere strips, or do they secretly enjoy an angel flaunting her wares like a diseased bell cow?”
She glanced down at the black outfit she wore and realized she wasn’t wearing enough. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she tried to swallow her pride, but she couldn’t do it.
“What happened to the sweet woman I loved?” The farmer asked.
“Did you really expect me to stick around and bare children for you?”
“Is that what you thought I wanted?”
“It’s what you needed from me, to give you children to work the farm.” She placed her hands on her hips. “I have more to do with my life than squeeze out babies.”
The farmer shook his head and sighed. “You were different then.”
“Tell me why you told those heroes where to find my brother.”
“Someone kidnapped Edison and took him somewhere. You know who they are, so—”
The farmer shrugged. “I don’t remember any heroes.”
“Lady Dibella, this is getting us nowhere.” Nigel removed another knife from his belt and stepped between her and the farmer. “He’ll pay for what he did to your brother.”
Dibella grabbed Nigel, spun him around, and raked her index finger across the man’s throat. A large gash opened wide, pumping blood down his chest and spilling it on the holy ground. The other guards tried to intervene, but both were shrouded in purple mist and collapsed to the ground laughing himself to death while the other slit his own throat.
The onlookers screamed and ran away, leaving her and the farmer standing alone.
“You’ve changed,” the farmer said.
“Go back to your farm and gather your things.”
“When I find my brother, he’ll want you dead. I can’t stop him from destroying everything you love.” She glanced at him, her face twisted with regret. “I honestly won’t stop him. You deserve death for what you did to me.”
“You walked away from me and broke my heart.” The farmer ran his hands down his face as the sudden realization of what was happening sunk in. “What did you expect?”
“I expected you to love my memory.”
She turned and walked away from the carnage, stepping over her fallen guards with care. She passed the man still reading his entrails and giggling like a little child. “Did you see? I will have six grandchildren and one of them will be the emperor!”
How she envied the simpletons who once had control over their emotions.
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