I was still shocked with his reply when someone barged in.
"Lucian! Lucian! I'm looking for you!" A sweet voice called from the top of the stairs. She had a voice as melodic as a lark. She descended the stairs in a ruby red dress made of the softest silk, her golden blond curls bounced behind her. At last she stared at us with her large violet eyes and asked, "We have guests?"
"Rachelle, my love!" the eyes of the god of light lit up at the entrance of Rachelle. He walked over and placed his hand around her waist. Rachelle responded by looking lovingly at him.
I covered my eyes with my hand, I wanna puke. It's been more than three thousands years and they still acted like this.
"Oh! You're the gentleman who visited us quite a few years ago!" Rachelle gasped. "Please don't anger Lucian this time. Lucian refused to do that thing you suggested. You should not force people to do something they don't like!"
