Cursed to the Abyss

7. The Prophecy

A man with a stubble hanging over his chin, stood next to the pool table. His eyes were of a blueish-green, and hair of a dark brown color, gelled to the back. He stood relatively tall but certainly not as tall as Abysmal, probably standing 3 inches taller than me, me being 5'8. His face structure was rather strong, stronger than Abysmal's and with no soft features to spare. He wore black pants and paired it with a white sleeved shirt with several unbuttoned buttons. The very significant feature I noticed in the vision Abyss had placed in my mind contained a ring, more importantly a married person's ring.

"You want me to break a marriage?" I asked. I looked over at the guy at the pool table, playing all alone.

"Confident, are we?" he said. I held no confidence in the art of seduction. Despite my expendous lifetime, I held no interest in flirting, dating, romance in the slightest. I was built to stray away from those activities as it was simply a waste of time. Also, I simply just do not believe in love. "Marriages in the mortal world are meaningless, wouldn't you agree?" he asked. The agreement between two humans for their commitment in love and 'till death do us part' was complete bullshit. Divorces happen quite often between mortals, not a surprise, they were heavily flawed beings. Maybe this was why I admired the marriages between the divine, it was a ceremony where both parties are vulnerable to the touch and are bonded together for eternity. There was no question for the other to be unfaithful and uncommitted, but only pure intentions for love. Crazy to think Abysmal gave himself intentionally for the goddess of light. Vulnerability seemed to be the one thing he could never give up, not even to a lover. A god and an undivine could never bond in marriage, it was against everything the Olympian council believed in.

"I do," I said. I left his side and made my way over to the man at the billiards table, holding a stick in his hand. I fluffed my hair just a bit to add more volume and said, "Mind if I join you?"

He turned his frame to look at me up and down, "Depends." I grabbed a stick from the wall and looked towards him.

"Depends on what?" I asked.

"Your reason for walking up to me when your boyfriend is over there watching you," he said, cocking his brows. He eyed a presence several meters behind me and I looked back at where he was looking. He had been staring at Abysmal who had his drink in his hand, eyeing our movements.

"Oh him?" I laughed, "He's just salty because I broke up with him. Between you and me, the guy's just got some weird uh....foot fetish," I made-up.

He let out a light laugh, "Fair enough." He placed a wooden triangle with all the balls gathered within it and dragged it closely towards the end of the table. "You look rather young to be hanging in a place like this," he said.

"I'm old enough," I said, hiding my true identity of being around 400 years older than him. You're a fetus compared to me.

He distinguishably placed the white ball on the opposite side of the triangle formation of colored balls. "Stripes or solid?" he asked. Despite my lack of knowledge in the mortal world, multiple realms have adapted to the game of billiards, it was damn popular and I was a star at it.

"Stripes," I answered. He positioned the white ball in the middle and by using the stick he aimed at the triangle formation of balls, and knocked the balls, dispersing them like a domino.

"So are you some dancer?" he asked.

"Sure, let's go with that," I responded. A dance fighter. "And what about you?" I asked, making my way to the white ball.

"Real estate," he answered. Sounds boring. I positioned myself in front of the white ball and began to extend my arms on the table with the stick. I could either play this as an unbeatable winner which guys typically hate seeing or the unskilled player where his masculinity is secured. Option 2. The tip of the stick hovered around an inch from the ball and I intentionally hit the side of the ball, making the ball spin and knocking nothing. "I figured you could play," he said with a low chuckle. I tucked my hair behind my ear, looking at him embarrassed. Of course this was all an act but it was cringing the fuck out of me.