Living It Up At the Courthouse
I know…I know I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I have to admit there was
I have encountered most of you at least a time or two. Oh…the confusion I see in your eyes! How delicious! You have no idea how you know me or why on Earth I would know of you and that is exactly how I prefer it. I am what you fear in the shadows. You think it is the monsters that exist there that are the biggest threat, but I am here to educate you. It is yourself that you fear the most in the darkness and I was born into that darkness. It is I that will force you to face the truth of who you are. They call me Karma, but my name is Nemesis…
I know…I know I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I have to admit there was
And then there it is, evil slinking through the door. I had been waiting for this and yet my body still reacted, goosebumps forming on my skin and my nostrils flaring with a scent that was not actually there.
I can almost hear his thoughts as he processes through his unease, pushing it aside in his arrogance, believing that no one would take the word of a stripper over his own if he was ever found out.
Although with all the upset being caused by Zeus and my brethren across the world, it has been a bit difficult to discern what truly required my attention and what was just the world and Olympus in upheaval.
I have found that between myself and the other Gods and Goddesses dealing in revenge, retribution, justice and vengeance, we have taught the universe how to deal with some of those lesser infractions.
And for the first time in millennia, I know fear. Fear of my own needs and desires and what that means.
When Ky’Elli sees the door close on her food, she lets out another high shrill protest, somewhere between a pissed off cat, a large bird of prey and a banshee.
The warm breeze shifts and Ky’Elli’s relaxed body suddenly goes very alert. Her nostrils flare as she scents the air.
You have not been alone because you are evil, it is because you have to wait to find the one worthy of all that you are.
The scarlet crimson of my lips curve in a small smile, my gaze locking with hers and my head tipping to the side.
Turning again, his eyes alight with amber fire and his upper lip lifting in a soft snarl that makes my heart skip a beat.
Her wings flutter as I shift my hips from side to side in a sensual echo of the hard rhythm. My laughter plays out over the city as she wiggles her backend in imitation.
He glanced up at me, dark eyes haunted, and voice dull, “Nem. It’s Hypnos. He’s back, Nem.”
“Nothing has changed. You can not make slaves of this world. You know that we will never allow it.”