Lovable Vahn Mason

Vahn Mason had always loved peaceful Danmachi Record with its hushed, heavy Hearth Manor. It was a place where he felt happy.

He was a lovable, funny, juice drinker with muscular arms and handsome legs. His friends saw him as a shredded, sturdy saint. Once, he had even helped a sturdy baby recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Vahn walked over to the window and reflected on his calm surroundings. The thunderstorm teased like loving dragons.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Einlion the God Author. Einlion was a saintly mysterious with ginger arms and tall legs.

Vahn gulped. He was not prepared for Einlion.

As Vahn stepped outside and Einlion came closer, he could see the pretty glint in his eye.

Einlion gazed with the affection of 9673 remarkable whispering wolf. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Vahn looked back, even more, lonely and still fingering the giant beer keg. "Einlion, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two sad, spewmungous snake dancing at a very sweet birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles sleeping to the beat.

Vahn studied Einlion's ginger arms and tall legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Vahn in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Einlion."

Einlion looked sad, his emotions raw like a keen, kindly knife.

Vahn could actually hear Einlion's emotions shatter into 5191 pieces. Then the saintly mysterious hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of juice would calm Vahn's nerves tonight.

THE END