CENTAURIAN
All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
CHAPTER FOUR
With the help of the jogger who pulled him from the water, Adrianus acquired clothing and other items to replace any necessities he had lost in the explosion, including a new smartphone. Having settled into a small but stylish room on the sixth floor of the Oriental Hotel on Brickell Key, he showered again to remove the saltwater residue from his skin, and the shower's spray induced disturbing reminders of that morning's incident that echoed around in his head. The groan of fracturing metal and Felix's last word haunted his memory,
"Elias!"
He had known Felix only a few hours and still, he felt devastated by his death. He had sensed something special with him. He wasn't just a call-boy; he had intelligence. And it hadn't mattered that his talent lay along sexual lines, he shared with the world his ability to enwrap someone in an ecstasy so profound, the experience would change them. Regardless of what some might say, his considerable talent made the world a better place for many people, and Adrianus held the privilege of being its last recipient.
His blind desire to end it all had killed Felix. Not to forget all the others who died at the hotel, most certainly another lesson in unintended consequences. He knew that woman who called herself Happiness was right though. His actions over the years had killed many people, and it just kept happening, as it had that morning. Regret...regret...a constant companion from then on, he knew. He had become an awful person, even in his own eyes.
Holed up in his hotel room, he ordered the beef tenderloin from room service and avoided the world. With his phone in his hands and his back against the headboard, he read one article after another about the explosion and the astonishing claims made about the man known as Stallion—who had saved twenty-three people that morning—and about the many others who had either died or were still missing.
When his food arrived at six o'clock that evening, a knock from room service came upon the door, and he answered it. A nude woman pushed the cart into his room. She looked to be in her early thirties, slender with dark wavy hair kept in a classic braid and pinned up.
"I bring what you hunger for," she said, pushing the cart to the room's intimate four-chair dining table.
He shut the door behind her. "Madam, what are you doing? Where are your clothes?"
"Come, you should eat while it's hot." She laid a plate of beef and asparagus with jasmine rice onto the table and pulled the chair out for him to sit.
"I don't know who you are but-"
"Sit and eat." Her voice and stare could have bored a hole through him.
He refrained from any further argument, sat, and picked up the fork. She relocated herself in his line of view a few feet from the table.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Aletheia, the unconcealed, naked truth. Prometheus has asked that I come to you because Kakia, the goddess you met who called herself Happiness, kept the truth from you. Of anyone in the entire universe, I stand before you the one person who can never lie."
"Prometheus..."
She nodded. "Yes. He wants you to know your true origins and your circumstances."
"Okay...," he said with a cautious air. "Your nudity feels awkward. Please, won't you sit?" He gestured to the seat across from him.
"Thank you, but no," she said. "The truth stands...always."
"I see." Too hungry to argue, he began to eat. "Well, you have my attention."
"Henri Estalon could not have a child, but Zeus made it happen. He is using you. By ensuring your birth, and every hardship you have endured, Zeus created who you are, and what you have become. But to him, you are a tool and nothing more."
"Zeus... A tool..." He hadn't liked the sound of that. "What about Stallion?"
"He is the object to which Zeus would ply you."
"If I weren't immortal and hadn't experienced everything that I had the last day or so, I would think you were insane. So, why would Zeus do such a cruel thing? From what I remember reading, he was supposed to be good."
She made a decisive shake of her head. "Primitive notions of what it means to be good and propaganda. A proclamation of someone's goodness has no validity without actions to support it. According to his actions, Zeus is a psychopathic, serial rapist. He is a god; he does what he wants and has no one to answer to."
He paused eating and his brows rose in surprise. "Wow."
She shrugged with indifference. "The truth is sometimes harsh and unpalatable."
"Will you not anger Zeus by saying these things?" He continued to eat.
"Zeus already hates me, but only because he hates the truth of himself."
"Well, about Stallion...who is he? What is he? And why is Zeus so interested in him?"
Her face held an affectionate smile to think of him. "Ronan is part human and part life essence of Chiron the centaur stallion, the two of them bound together by an eternal flame. Ronan Stallion is the light, and Zeus stands overshadowed by his own past; the promise of a better ruler than Cronus, his Titan father, died the moment he took the throne. Ronan is something new, and his nature may have made him the most powerful being in existence. Zeus isn't sure whether to believe that, but still, he fears him more than anything or anyone."
"So, let me see if I have this right," said Adrianus. "Zeus caused my birth to use me as a tool. He kept me oblivious about my father, just so I could survive the ages alone, watching the people I love die. All, so I would stop loving, stop connecting with people, get sick of living, and feel a desperate need to kill Ronan, after only one spellbinding conversation with some evil witch named Kakia, calling herself Happiness."
"That is precisely what happened, and all went according to plan until you destroyed her."
"Is what she said the truth, about my inability to die, unless the eternal flame is destroyed?"
She tipped her head a little. "That plan had no guarantee of success for you. Zeus wanted information, so your attempt would have gotten him what he wanted regardless of the outcome. However, Prometheus has an alternative that wouldn't require destroying Ronan."
"What alternative?"
"The gulf of difference between yourself and those around you makes you alone. How would you like mortality, so that you can have a normal life, open yourself to the world around you again, fall in love one day, have children if you want, and perhaps die of old age?"
Adrianus dropped his fork, swallowed, and stared at her. "You can do that? I thought that would ask too much."
"It can be done, but it would require sacrifice."
