Duty before pride.
Jisten didn’t know what woke him, but once he was awake, he felt a powerful pull towards the front room of the suite. He wasn’t sure why he was responding to that inner call, so unlike anything he’d experienced before. Then he saw the high priest.
Rak was dancing, alone at first glance, but Jisten perceived a shadow dancing with the priest and the power crackling about the figures. Rak was glowing from within, a deep green laced with black. There was a sacred quality about the dance. Rak’s wings drew Jisten’s attention, and he found himself unable to look away. What he would remember most about this night would be the glowing stars and the dancing wings.
As the dancers moved, Jisten could see pure energy transform in a twinkling to night flames. The flames spread across the floor in an intricate pattern. The longer Jisten watched, the more he could see, as if eyes he didn’t know he had were opening for the first time.
The priest and the God were dancing amongst the stars, and Jisten stood witness to the entirety of the dance and the pattern it helped complete. When the God consummated the dance, Jisten knew what was happening and why. It came to him as if he’d always known. Then it was over, and Rak was lying limp as a heap of noodles on the floor, and Jisten was able to move once more.
Jisten took a hesitant step forward but stopped as he realized that the God was still there. For a moment, Zotien looked directly at him, into him. Then the Lord of Night vanished from view, departing in singular silence. Rak lay still on the floor, his wings flattened out to allow the tiles to pull the heat from him.
Sweat trickled down Rak’s skin as the night flames flickered across his body. Jisten reached out, laying his hands on a sweaty shoulder. The high priest’s eyes opened and he smiled with heart-melting warmth. A moment later they were kissing, sharing in the lingering effects of the ecstasy of the God.