"Lord! I guess that's him."
Hearing the voice of the man who was sitting next to him, he looked ahead. His narrowed eyes looked dead serious and his chiseled and taut jawline added to the gravity carried by his face. His slick and perfectly gelled hair screamed of high maintenance and impeccable grooming.
Sitting in the front seat of his jet black Rolls Royce Sweptail, the bonnet of which was adorned by a tiny flag of star and stripes, the gaze of that man was fixated on Morpheous who was walking backward near the pavement, holding a mobile phone in his hand. He looked at him disapprovingly, unable to believe that he was the chosen one.
A slight mocking laugh transcended on his lips and slowly they parted, and out came a gush of breath as he scanned Morpheous, top to bottom but found nothing exceptional or striking. There was nothing threatening or blinding about that creature. His physique was imposing but that was all about it.
"I am disappointed with father," said the man and turned towards the elemental angel Remial who was sitting next to him.
"Does he look like the chosen one to you? Does he look like the one who could defeat me?"
"No Lord Lazarus! I don't think so," replied a meek Remial.
"It is him!" echoed another voice of the lady who was sitting behind Lord Lazarus in the car. "I have read every scripture, every testament of the past and the present, and based on what I know and what the prophecy says, it's him," she added.
Then winding down the window shield, she looked at Morpheous and mumbled,
"He is the key to the portal. Without his involvement, there was no way anyone else could have opened the portal. There was no way I could have come to your realm."
Hearing her rant about - oh so glorious the powers of Morpheous were, he was irked. His pride had taken a hit. So turning back he looked at the lady who was sitting behind and said,
"Then why don't you get to work! Are you waiting for my orders Goddes Athena just like how these mere humans do?"
Even though the lady who sat behind him in the car was equal in ranks with him, his voice sounded more like an order and to which she abided by even though she didn't like how he etched his statement with sarcasm.
She looked at Remial and asked,
"Do I look ordinary?"
She wore the clothes of normal humans of the realm of Midgard but her beauty still was ethereal and all Remial could do was to nod in agreement. Even though she had landed in Midgard a couple of hours before, it just took her minutes to amass all the knowledge of earth and to learn how humans lived by. After all, the was the Goddess who possessed infinite memory and consumed knowledge along with the air she breathed.
Coming out of the car, she plugged in the earphone and started waking towards Morpheous. She deliberately came from the opposite direction and collided with him.
'Thud'
And she knowingly fell down and winced in pain even though she could have easily avoided him to act up like a damsel in distress.
"Ouch!"
She yelled and made a scene but her eyes were eager for Morpheous to turn, for she was curious to have a glimpse of the man who was apparently the chosen one. And the moment he turned, she was stunned for he had the face that could possess anyone. His physique was definitely like that of a warrior, but there was one thing that she found uncommon.
He had strange tranquility on his face that was hidden beneath the layers of warmth and kindness but there was not even a hint of arrogance or pride reflected from him.
"How can he not have even an ounce of pride even after being the chosen one," thought Athena and then continuing to be in her element she yelled at him,
"Can't you look when you are walking?"
But he stood here unperturbed and kept looking at her.
She knew that men desired her for her beauty, craved to just have a glimpse of her yet he was looking at her neither with desire nor with lust in his eyes. There was a weird question mark on his face and that unsettled her quite a bit.
So she deliberately dropped her earphones and walked ahead with a fake limp, expecting him to follow her back. Somehow she just needed a way to confirm that he was the one and to do that she had to just touch him once.
Remial who was the elemental angel who possessed the power of harnessing electrical charges had given her a charged piece of metal to wear as a bracelet and the moment she would touch someone supernatural containing energy more than the normal level, then that bracelet would act as a sink and drain out a bit of that charge and thus enable her to know if the person in front was ordinary or not.
So just like she had planned, when Morpheous came and gave her the earphones which she had dropped, she deliberately grazed her middle and ring finger over his palm and lo and behold she was welcomed by a sudden surge of energy.
Remial had told her that it would be just a minor tingling sensation, but here she was, suffering from a heavy discharge of energy that pulsated through her hand. For a moment she felt almost crippled by it, but slowly the sensation was lessened in intensity and when it did, she plastered her face with a fake smile and invited him to the charity event by giving out the flyer.
But when she saw him faking reading the flyer upside down, she realized that he had not yet learned the script of Midgard and somehow that made her gloat a bit, as she felt the edge, as she felt the sweetness of supremacy.
She had discovered the nature of men. They usually tend to do things that you ask them not to do. So she applied the same principle on him. She took away the pamphlet and said,
"Nevermind! It was just a fleeting thought. Have a nice day!"
Even though she was a Demigod, her heart raced to its peak for being in the close proximity of the one who was born to destroy them. Earlier she just had a speculation but after being hit by the energy surge she was pretty sure that he was the one.
So she kept walking away with that fake limp but her mind raced with the thoughts of ways to prevent that man from doing anything that could block the path of her desires, a desire to sit on the coveted throne and be the ruler of Ennagon.
She turned back and made sure that he was not in sight and when she did confirm about it, a wretched smile was spread on her lips. Even though she had been scared for a moment, she now knew that she still had the opportunity to get rid of him, for he was not just the chosen one, he was also the one who had been cursed.
A curse that made him as vulnerable as a mortal!