Monsters are real and Catia Delos lives to fight them.
After her father's tragic death when she was a child, Catia was sent away by her stepmother to the Guardians, a race of demigods who live to fight the monsters that threaten the world. To Catia...
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Inside, the sounds of video game explosions sound from the living room. Catia entered through the kitchen, which was empty. Around the corner, she could see flashing lights from the television.
Skye was playing one of his games on the big screen. Focused on his video game, he didn't hear Catia enter.
She slammed her sheath of throwing knives onto the dining room table, making Skye jump at the sound. Catia smirked at his glare. He rolled his eyes at her and continued playing his game, shouting as someone shot and killed his character.
"Would you turn that off?" Catia asked as she continued removing her weapons.
"Did your hunt go okay?" Skye was setting the controller on the coffee table as the game loaded into the main menu. Energetic music played quietly in the background, while Skye turned to look at her.
"Pretty standard hellhound on the loose. It's now a pile of dust." Catia finished setting her weapons neatly on the table. "Where's Connor? I should go make my report so I can shower the monster grime off."
Skye didn't reply at first. His blue eyes, sharp as ever, narrowed on the blood on her hand. "What happened to your hand?"
Catia looked down at the wound, which still oozed with fresh blood. Trying to be nonchalant, she shrugged her shoulders, "I cut myself."
"You used your blood as bait again, didn't you?"
Catia rolled her eyes. "Maybe."
Skye let out a sigh. "You need to stop doing that. One of these days, you're going to give Connor a heart attack."
She gave her brother a sympathetic look. "I'm an adult and I can handle myself. Connor knows that, too. Where is he?"
"He's in his office. But maybe you should shower first because I can smell you from here."
Catia snagged an apple off the table's centerpiece and chucked it at his head. Skye, with his lightning quick reflexes, caught it easily and snorted a laugh at her.
He tossed the apple into the air and caught it with his other hand. He gave her a smirk before taking a bite.
Catia moved past him, ruffling his untidy black hair as she did. He let out a grunt of protest, but she just laughed in response. She moved past Skye's room and her own before she made it to Connor's office door. She tapped lightly on the painted white wood.
Connor's soft reply came, and she made her way inside. It looked like it always did. Bookshelves filled top to bottom with old volumes and journals lined the walls around the room, besides the wall with Connor's desk. Papers, messily scattered, obscured most of the desk. One of the filing cabinet drawers was cracked open, revealing the files inside. A safe was nestled into a corner, it's little red light blinking brightly, a sign that it was locked.
