Touché (Complete)

Rendezvous

Flor never believed in spirits. Ghosts, angels, or demons. 

To her, those were just fantasies made by human minds to cope with the constant despair of life.

But now, Flor was questioning everything she'd believed in so far.

With a rosary in one hand, she attempted to draw the sign of the cross, uncertain if she's doing it right. Her eyes remained shut, somehow hoping that this was all a dream.

Why couldn't she remember it?

"Our Father in heaven. Hallow be thy name. Thy kingdom come..."

Thy sin be forgiven?

"Fuck!"

A slight movement startled her, making her scream at the top of her lungs. Her neighbors probably heard it but the sound quickly disappeared as a strong wind blew in. It was cold, even when it was summer.

Flor regretted even opening her mouth. 

Stupid, stupid. She covered her head, expecting an assault. But she only heard someone laughing.  How dare that demon laugh!

"I'm not a demon," the man said. He sat on the table, pouting. His arms crossed against his chest like he was a child.

"And it's 'thy will be done.' How could you forget it? I thought you're a good girl."

Flor's eyes flew open. The rosary fell from her hand out of surprise. She made sure what she heard was right. She didn't expect him to talk like that. She didn't even know he could talk.

A demon, she surmised.

Although he didn't look like one.

His skin wasn't red and his eyes weren't pure black. Instead, his body was glowing— literally—but it wasn't the kind that shines or burns too bright. It was a mild cast—a soft sheen, like that of moonlight reflected on his pale skin.

Who knew that demons could be this beautiful? But she suspected that it was a trick. Sometimes, predators lured their prey with an attractive façade.

"Like what you see?" He winked.

At this instance, Flor's cheeks burned red, not from embarrassment. Anger replaced her fear.

Feeling a little bolder, she took a step forward.

This time, her lids were fully raised. She looked straight at him, feeling odd. What was he exactly? Compared to her, the man was very tall. His hair could even reach up the ceiling.

At a glance, his form was human. But on a closer look, he was strange.

First, he was wearing a light, thin tunic that looked like it came from the first century and didn't hide much of his skin. Was it some kind of Halloween costume? His body also looked too perfect to be a human's. No scratch. No marks or scars. Nothing. It was like the skin of a toddler.

She wondered, would she burn if she touched him?

Unlike her, the man seemed to be enjoying the situation. He couldn't hide his smirk. She could only glare at him, one that looked so intense she would have killed him in her mind.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she finally managed to ask.

"Don't you remember me?"

"No, you creep!"

"Woah! Calm down."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't call the police now."

Flor's eyes narrowed as she spoke.