Fate

Coffee Shop

There I sat,a figure of darkness. Embodiment of evil, sitting at a tiny coffee shop in the Eastern lands. Honestly I don't know what's worse, the fact this was so bright, or I had a mission. This cult had me running in so many directions. Sometimes I rush I wouldn't interfere, but here I am, interfering with the mortal world. Yes mortal world. Im a goddess. A godess of death, destruction, and the underworld. Many people lile to call me The Reaper. Personally, I hate it. I tisk as I wait, man these people could be so late. Sipping black coffee I watch the people around me. I know it isn't our king, after all he's a shapeshifter, they are to valuable to lose. So who could it be? Nonetheless but my godly friend. The two of us locked eyes. His aura not invisible to me. Not at all, and yet it was chilling to think he could see mine. Most God's(and Goddess) can hide them from others, except those we wish to see, unless your a god with those capabilitys. I am. His wine red aura that slurred around him as he strutted forward, smirking. "So your here to," The God of wine cooed. I mearly chuckled, soft delicate hands watching the coffee turn into his special cider. Frowning he returned it to its original state. "No fun are you? Isn't this your big game?" He pulled on my ears trying to get me to talk. I didn't want to. I looked him in his purple eyes. He is a cat person. His wined hair, simple grace that he never had before. It was obvious, while I pretended to be a human who can see auras. "No simple game. Anyways got it?" I asked annoyed. He shrugged, wanting something before handing it off to me. "Doll, a kiss first?" I stood up, tip-toeing. I leaned forward, ready to kiss. Still he wasn't prepared for my trickery. Snatching the case I chuckled and walked off. The low growl emitting from his throat was just pleasing. I knew he had a pissed look on his face, but joy had my heart as I had made him forget I was loyal.

I sang, "la la la la." All the way to my spot. Dropping off the case. A voice in the shadows spoke, a demon. Leaving I chuckled. No one knew but petty God's who had nothing better to do. I had a mission, them? They were nothing but over glorified fools.