Der Kaputte Fixierer
Mahrez stood perfectly still, almost blending into the shadows. For those who did not have the all-seeing vision, or third sight— all they saw by the area he stood was a faint glimmer of golden light~ some who saw this might have also thought their minds were playing tricks on them.
He grinned. How long had he been at it? That is, doing what he found to be amusing. These humans always seemed to want to quarrel, argue, be at each others throats, literally finding different ways to hurt, or much worse take another person’s life! With each turn of the century, the one thing that found a way to forever win was that one thing that they all had such a great longing for- to have someone to spend the rest of their mortal human lives with.
Even with this work, it came with a grand cost. Every time that Mahrez worked on guiding one human to find their significant other, he ended up being placed with the weight of pain ever present which felt like needles striking him for each pair that was a good match. The pain was something that he could feel, but not easily pull out from the place he was broken…his immortal heart. It pained him at all times. Here he was with the task of matching folks, the height of his work was during the month of Saint Valentine. Folks in every realm kept sending requests, knowingly, or unknowingly, pleading to him for help with finding love.
Although it was a taxing assignment, one that he had to deal with come every Valentine season— he still charged himself up- soared high above the heavens that Galileo had observed through a telescope~ and shot his arrows of love that would work to bring two souls meant for each other side-by-side for as long as they have breath. Most of the other gods and goddesses prefer to call him: The Broken Fixer.
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Dienstag
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