Snippet #2024042

A cold laugh filled the air. A laugh that made Celli shudder… Then, Marcus leaned so close to Celli that he was almost touching her. He was so brisk… His speed was such only a fellow god or a demon could keep up with…


Perplexed and frightened, Celli’s breathing stopped and her eyes widened like an owl… All her movements ceased… And for a demi-god, still was a lot more motionless than for a human. She became a statue of stone. She could hear him as he smelled her…


His breath prickled her skin as his icy voice resounded "Do not mock my intelligence, young one. Who are you...? "


As he was so close to her, Celli would feel his tension… She could hear him grit his teeth… He was filled with a rage, but Celli could not comprehend why… However, his rage only added more fear to her heart. He despised her… She could feel it. But… What reason could he have for hating one he had just met?


She wanted to push the god away… To run far away with her eyes sealed shut… To speak to him… Ask him to lend her a little more space…But she couldn’t move. Her heart ached within her chest… Her stomach sunk through the floor. She just had to last the moment and everything would be alright…


“Seriously, are you trying to flirt with her?” A familiar voice snorted. “You’re like . . . in your twenties and she’s younger than me—you do know that what you’re up to is illegal here in the United States, don’t you?” Celli wanted to turn to face the speaker, but she was still too frightened to move. She simply stared straight out like a deer caught in headlights.

It seemed as though Marcus regained his composure… His rage seemed to cool a but as he backed away… The his smirk grew as he looked at Celli through his cool amber eyes. She felt as though he could see down to her very soul…

Somehow, she unfroze and she dropped her pen and paper as she backed into the fridge… The rate if her inhaling and exhaling was rapid. It was like someone who had just come back from a rather lengthy run. She was still too afraid to look away from Marcus… Was he truly the god her father had warned her against? It really seemed so… She supposed that on earth as opposed to calling himself by Vendettus, as he did with other gods, her called himself Marcus… That is, if Celli’s theory was correct.


However, there was still a possibility he was not. He could simple be weary because there was another person with immortal blood around… He could be another guardian, but was uninformed about another guardian being there… If he was, he wouldn’t be alone in that department.


What does he want from me? Celli wondered, still in shock. Who is he?


Though Celli had just met the man, she could already think of one word to describe him. Cold. She hoped more than anything that she was wrong. She hated judging people… But this man was becoming one of her fears. Hopefully she could accomplish her mission soon… Maybe her dad would help… But… She wanted to show him that even though she had lost the capability to speak, she was still an independent girl. It would be very hard to prove that to him if she called on him for help. Celli tensed. How could she protect everyone against a god?

I can handle this. Celli, assured herself, Dad would not have sent me on this mission if he thought me incapable of succeeding. She just had to accomplish the mission given to her and everything would be okay. The air would be much less tense…

Maybe if she got to know this… Marcus… Things would be less tense. The aura of sand paper might melt away and he might actually be warm inside. Celli wouldn’t know if she didn’t try, but she didn’t want to try. He was too intimidating. He loathed her to the point it was apparent she wouldn’t be able to relax.