There was a firm knock at the door. I shivered slightly as I get déjà vu. Wasn’t this the way how Blizzard broke in too?
“Should I answer it? It’s a little late at night though.” Olivia raised her brows in suspicion and muted the T.V.
“Sure thing, you check out who’s there.” I replied hesitantly.
She walked swiftly towards the front door. Her intangible ghost form passing through the wall.
I waited, the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock. Then, I saw her rushing towards me, her olive green eyes widened slightly.
“It’s Garon.” She speaks hurriedly.
“So?” I shrugged. Garon is not dangerous, right?
“Lovisa, he’s not a ghost.” She spoke firmly.
“We have already talked it out, Olivia.” I replied back nonchalantly and took a step towards the door. My hand hovered inches away from the doorknob when she spoke again.
“He didn’t notice my presence; he has the spiritual aura, not the hex one.”
I looked at her in disbelief and before I could open my mouth to say anything, a smooth deep voice cut me off.
“Lovisa, open up.”
Garon. It’s him. My eyes flickered between Lovisa and the doorknob. If he has ill-intentions, he will break in anyways. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Better to face him, I can’t handle living in a mystery anyways. Why is he alive? Why he was even assassinated at the first place? How did he survive?
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“Hey.” He smirked, his fiery orange eyes bore deep in mine, “Took you long enough.”
“Hey.” I answered back calmly, “What brings you here?”
“Can’t a guy visit his favorite woman?” He smiled charmingly.
Favorite woman my foot. I know that smile well, it’s not a smile but a trap.
I smiled back as charmingly, “You are supposed to be dead.”
Of course, the best way to avoid his trap is to change the topic. Garon Ramos, I won’t be swayed by your charms.
“Straight to the point, I like it.” He chuckled deeply, no dangerously and stepped inside.
“The police questioned me like hell, you ungrateful brat.” I scolded him.
He walked inside with me and Olivia observed him closely, noticing his every movement. The way his eyes darted around the room, the subtle smirk, the way he eyed me up and down. Everything he did was purposeful and not to mention his devilish charm. I shot him a glance; waiting for him to speak, to explain all this mess. But what he said caught me off the guard.
“Lovisa I knew you were a kid, but to think you watched cartoons and that too—toasters playing hide and seek!” He shook his head in disbelief, “The animation quality is so trash too.”
At this moment, I knew he fucked up. Insulting Olivia’s favorite T.V. show in her presence was not the smartest thing to do. But he didn’t know that I’m not alone. Suddenly, my kaolin vase went flying straight towards his head with sheer force. I gasped, that thing was worth a lot! I turned and looked at Olivia, her face imprinted with rage and then I looked back at Garon, the kaolin pieces in his head drawing out blood. His blood drops fell on the artificial black roses which were tangled with the pieces of the vase.
“A-are you okay?” I stuttered and stepped closer to him. I kept my hand on his shoulder.
After a split second, he chuckled and removed the pieces from his head.
“Well done, well done!” He smiled and looked at me.
Wh- Did he just regenerate? His wounds were healed completely in no less than a minute!
Suddenly, he lunged at me and pinned me against the wall. Gone was his charming demeanor, which was replaced by something... dangerous.
“I thought that you’re just a petty necromancer.” He spoke an octave lower, “So, care to explain?”
“Explain what?” I said trying to appear as calm and unbothered as possible.
“Explain who you are.”
“What do you mean? I’m Lovisa Ericksson.” I looked at him in confusion and fear.
“No, what’s your ties with Yugen* or more specifically... Paradox*?” He traced his finger along my jawline.