The Plasma Paradox |The Anak Series| [COMPLETED!]

"I don't work for Gaea..."

By the way the slight light of the dulled light through the curtains she could slightly see the figure approaching.

In a means to stay quiet, she grabbed a quick breath before holding it in. She tightly shut her eyes, hoping that the figure would freeze in place if she did.

But to her fear, she could make out the light footsteps as they came closer to her. Her body temperature increased and she could feel the dampness on her forehead.

Artemis let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her facade in a means to stay still and quiet.

The figure was still approaching, slowly and quietly. By the time Artemis was almost calm, the figure was right next to her.

She could feel the calm breath of the figure to her left side. Artemis slowly opened her left eye to catch a glimpse of whatever the figure was doing.

As the figure stretched out their hand to Artemis, Artemis couldn't move, as if paralyzed and could only watch whatever the figure was doing.

She felt the cold hand of the figure make contact with her head. Artemis slightly shuddered at the cool touch but the cold actually felt quite good against her sweaty forehead.

She heard the figure quietly curse in Greek before walking back out the door. She could hear quiet murmurs from outside the room before the doorknob was once again pulled open.

This time though it was quite loud and aggressive. Artemis shut her eyes tightly in an effort to avoid any interaction with this new person.

She heard loud footsteps walk across the room before she heard the sound of the curtains being roughly raked off its hinges, allowing the light to pour in.

But all of a sudden it went silent. She took a risky move and slowly peaked through tight eyelids to see a much larger figure staring out the window.

She took a slow breath and closed her eyes again. But the sudden voice she heard made her panic, "Moon Goddess, I know you are awake, sit up and address your higher."

Panic filled her systems as she knew this voice was not joking around. She thought about pretending to be asleep again but his voice appeared again, "Now."

The voice was filled with dominance and held no room for any arguments if there was a need for one.

Artemis slowly opened her eyes before she slowly sat up in the bed. When her eyes met the figure she actually started to fear for her life.

There, standing in front of the end of the bed, stood the figure that she had seen at the monster camp.

In the light, he looked even more menacing. You could see the sparkle of the scythes that were perched on his back, and the red glow his eyes that were concealed by the shadow of his hood.

He was cloaked in a dark black cloak that ended in an uneven fashion. She could see the dark silver armor under his cloak and the dark silver gauntlets and combat boots he wore.

The man smirked, "Good, now we have some problems that have arisen now that you have, unfortunately, for us, been captured."

Artemis became red in the face with rage and slight embarrassment. "Listen here mortal I-," she was cut off by the man, "Goddess I ask that you not refer to me as such a being so weak."

Artemis stopped and started to stutter as his aura increased and she felt some of his power, "For I am your higher, maybe not titles, but in power, I am your superior," The man stated.

"Now I have been dying to know, (Hehe, dying, get it? Cause he's death. No? Just me? Okay.) why you have disturbed my peace by being here. How is it you were captured?"