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"The world's just called Earth, although it's one of many variants. Richard, for example, comes from a place called Earth, too, although not the same as my own."

He looks to Asar-Suti for a moment, seeing something else, and smiles.

"And do you mean that literally, Your World?"

"Oh, no, I wasn't the only god there; there were many. Every people had a few. Or has, rather."

The world is still there. Only Asar-Suti is here now.

"I've heard of that Earth place, and that there's many different versions of it. Why is that; does anybody have any idea? It's sad that Richard and you can't be in the same world when you go home, even if you come from the same place, mostly."

"And whose God are you?" he asks, smiling. A real God. If he were an anime character, Armand would have starry eyes and be clasping his hands in worship.

"Of that, I'm not entirely sure. I can take him back to my own world, though; we went, once. I took him to Rome to meet my maker."

He blushes.

"We're thinking of moving to my world together."

"I'm the Dark God of a magical race called the Ihlini, that you've probably never heard of, from a small simple world that hs no name, simply being the world to the people there, so you've definitely never heard of it. I don't always feel very divine here in Milliways, though. It's full of magical and supernatural beings."

He smiles at Armand, thoroughly approving of his relationship with Richard. Richard is a great fellow and deserves someone who's as wondeful to him as he's seen Armand be the other day. Asar-Suti not only approves of religion, he approves of love as well.

"It would be a pity to see Richard go from here, though. I very much like seeing him at breakfast."

Armand mentally fanboys. A God, doesn't matter whether Dark or not, but a God! Squee!

"Oh, he'd not be leaving for good, and neither would I! I couldn't leave this place now, or at least not right at this minute, and I wouldn't tear him away. He's needed here. Too much going on, too much fun, too many memories.

"He's a good man, isn't he?"

Asar-Suti smiles, just a tiny bit melancholically, at how obvious Armand's love for Richard is, and how proud he is of him.

"He's a very good person, yes; and a good man, most likely, and definitely a very good barkeeper who can handle many things - even Dark Gods. I like him a lot, and I am glad to know he's happy. He deserves happiness."

"I'm glad he found it with me," is all he says in reply, smiling. "Do you have a young man or lady?"

All of a sudden, there is an immense pain on Asar-Suti's face. This had been such a pleasant little ceremonial expedition in the snow; he just doesn't want to think of Lochiel just now.

"Sorry, I don't want to bother you with my problems, so is it all right if I don't answer that one?" he finally says.

He places a hand on Asar-Suti's shoulder, nodding. "I'm sorry. I'll let it slide.

"For the moment. The second it doesn't hurt, I expect to know all about it."

Asar-Suti sighs deeply. He can't imagine that it ever stops hurting. Unless Lochiel returns to him, and in that case, the problem wouldn't be there any more, would it? But there might be a middle stage where talking about it to Armand might actually help in some way.

"His name is Lochiel; I think Richard might have mentioned him and me fighting the other morning? And I'd like to talk to you about him, actually, once I've got over that fight we had, and the other one we had yesterday. But just now, it only hurts to think of him. I love him a lot, is all I can say."

"He mentioned something to me, but I generally keep him busy when he comes off his shift," Armand says apologetically. "But I'd like to help; people need more happiness nowadays."

"I don't know if any help would be very effective; I think he might simply have to run his course that he's on now", Asar-Suti sighs. "But simply to talk to somebody would help a lot, if you'd listen to me sometime? I hope I'm not disappointing you, being a god with a catastrophic love life just like everybody else."

"On the contrary; it just goes to prove what I've always thought. There's nothing wrong with us if Gods can fuck up like we can," he says almost cheerfully. "And I'm a good listener."

"Well, I'll gladly put your listening abilities to a test", Asar-Suti says, almost as cheerfully. "And Lochiel's not a god, he's human, more or less, apart from the magic and the near-immortality; but I do think I, erm, fucked up most of it. Apart from where he's suddenly gone mental. But I wasn't going to moan about that now."

He sighs deeply. I is a kind of painful pleeasure, even, to say Lochiel's name.

He touches Asar-Suti's arm gently. "I'd be glad to help. People going suddenly mental seems to be a current thread around here," he says, thinking of David, and of Loki.

"Are there more, then?" he asks. Perhaps it was something in the air here, not just something between Lochiel and himself? "Let's hope they all snap out of it."

"I hope so, too; my friend's involved in madness at the moment," he says, sighing. "I think it may just be something in the air here. Something different from home."

"I mean, I feel differnt from the way I felt at home, too" Asar-Suti admits. "Less abstract, somehow. But my poor Lochiel - he really suffers. He probably has a point, too, but that doesn't mean..."

His voice trails off. He wasn't going to talk about it now, was he?

"What's your friend's madness about?"

"He's less rational than he was, for one thing. He's sleeping around a lot, which isn't unusual in itself, but I've always thought him to be more... one-guy-at-a-time."

He shakes his head. "And he let this guy hurt him, really badly."

"That doesn't sound good at all", Asar-Suti says. That 'hurt' has a depth to it he doesn't like. It sounds to much like the 'hurting' Lochiel had accused him of. TOo much of that going on, somehow.

He looks quite glum.