Orual's Rebuke (Part 1)

From the mouth of the God Hephaestus (Vulcan) who understood Orual’s plight, him being an ugly god with a loved one (Aphrodite) who was beautiful and sought after by others (Ares), making him jealous and a protector of his beloved, as Orual with Psyche. Orual’s confession rebuffed the weaknesses of his lordship’s own regretful past, clouded with sins and abuse from his parents, which also made him take pity on Orual. In his own eyes, to cast true judgement on Orual would be to cast his own form in Hades’ realm alongside her. The account of the proceedings and sentence is as follows:
You Orual, who have taken it upon yourself what was never yours to take
Shunning the intuition of wisdom which sought to unlatch your pride
All for the sake of keeping a solid, firm hold on Control,
Despite the peril that constantly befalls Glome and yourself
The chaos that surrounds you compels you, and grasping at straws,
You trust in no one but yourself.
You heed the guidance of none other.
You justify your insecurity and possessive tendency
You are ruled by bitter thoughts
You hypocrite!
You who would condemn Bardia’s wife for wielding over him a power which dictates his comings and goings,
When in the same you wielded that power over Psyche
You detest in her the same ugly tendency
Psyche is your Master
Your motivation for every decision
Psyche is your Master
Whom you worship as Bardia does the gods
Psyche is your slave
Who followed you on pain of death
Psyche is your slave
Who suffered for your gain
Tell me, Orual.
How do you stand in judgement of another?
Of Bardia or Bardia’s wife?
You who claim that Psyche makes the rain fall and the flowers bloom
You who stake your life in another
You who live to control Psyche
For who better than you, orual, can know better how to make Psyche yield, and in so doing cost her her purest, most precious desires?
Psyche was yours to love, not to wield.
Your yolk was not to be her “avenging fury, BUT a gentle mother” (152)
Nay, a sister. A friend.

You sought to possess. Where possession insists, love cannot exist. Where obsession persists, beloved ones resist.

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