The sun was shining brightly, the air was cool and crisp, and the leaves were turning a gorgeous shade of red as summer dipped sharply into autumn. Vari hummed a song she'd heard on the radio as she walked back to her apartment, her arms full of a cardboard box that contained several pretty tea sets and plates that she thought were too good to go to waste.
It was the last of her haul from the demon's house, and she was very excited to brew her first pot of tea in that lovely teapot, sip some good rooibos from that delicately painted cup and settle in with a good book.
It had been a busy few weeks, or even months for her, and she was determined to take some time off. In fact, she had reached the last quarter of her savings and would have to start thinking about getting a job or something. Slaying cheating bastards may be satisfying and emotionally rewarding but it didn't pay the bills, and besides, Vari wanted to move somewhere else, away from this side of town.
While the somewhat sleazy location provided her a very wide range of targets, Vari thought she ought to aim higher. What was the point of going for small game when she had leveled up to the point that she reckoned she was able to take on a bigger fish than the small fry she had been targeting so far?
She didn't want to spend the rest of her life flitting from one overly smooth jerk to the next. That would just be like her marriage but fast-forwarded and on repeat.
The long game, that's what she wanted to play. She'd heard of it in a movie, but never really considered it until she was being proposed to outside the toilet of a movie theater by a dude who had (according to her research), proposed to six other people that week.
Did she want to spend her new life hanging out with losers only to kill them within the month? No! she was going to go for a huge target, one that would not only let her meet as many other jerks at the same time but be a tremendous win if she succeeded. One upsized a-hole takeaway, Vari thought smugly, or rather, I'm going to take him out and then take a holiday.
She was so absorbed in thought that when a large figure stepped out of a sleek, black car and directly into her path, she failed to react and instead, slammed directly into something distinctly human shaped but as solid as a brick wall.
Stumbling backwards, a cool, large hand caught her elbow and steadied her. But the momentum had sent the top saucer in her box sliding... Tipping over the edge of the box...
Frozen with horror, Vari watched as the pale blue saucer with curling designs careened to the ground in slow motion and, with a loud 'crash!' broke neatly into three.
Fumbling for a better hold on her box, Vari knew that if she tried to bend down to retrieve the fallen saucer, she would risk dropping everything else and so, instead, she turned to the culprit before her.
Since Vari had accepted the Black Widow system, she had lured and dated a good number of handsome men. But faced with someone who looked like an actual Greek god, she found her words failing her.
Until the Greek god cast an unapologetic look at her tragically broken saucer and in a completely toneless voice, murmured, "My condolences for your dish. May you buy something of better quality in the future."
What?? Vari was livid. Not only was this man completely apathetic to the situation, he didn't even sound the least sorry and to top it off, he made it sound like it was her fault because she didn't buy good quality products?!
Screw this Greek god!!! Who cares if he has a face carved by angels and a voice that raised tingles along her spine?
"I don't even know where to get this anymore!" Vari found her voice in her anger, "And who asked you to step out without looking around, you...you... Saucer-killer!"