(EXPECT SOME GORE TOWARDS END OF THE CHAPTER, MORE LIKE A KILL BILL TYPE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE CAN SKIP IT)
Enki sat on the plush deep red cushion with ease, eyes scanning the dance floor below, taking in the view of human bodies dancing to the music. Some lost in the moves, others lost in each other's arms. His mood was good. He managed to get a glimpse of how the girl looked like. The girl with the pale brown eyes. He smirked to himself.
When he received a random signal from someone seeking a mentor, he ignored it at first. Not wanting to help anyone after her death. He always blamed his powers and his hopelessness to save her. And the pain remained despite hundreds of years passing by. In those years of oblivion, he managed to amass a huge amount of wealth and power while remaining under the radar.
