Seth POV:
We continue staring at each other for what seems like forever to me until the blue-eyed guy nods his head upward in a questioning manner. I'm lost. I don't know why I'm not acting like myself, but I'm sure it has something to do with him. I'm, caught off guard after being lost in his eyes, so it takes a minute to realize what's going on. Was I lost a little ago? Or is my mind playing tricks on me? I have no idea.
I clasp my hands together and take a deep breath before approaching him. "How may I help-" The words halt in my throat when he disappears suddenly in front of me and appears right behind me. It's intriguing. I turn to face him but get knocked by his body and fall to the floor. "Ouch!" I whine and rub my aching part.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" His voice echoes right in my ear.
Without realizing the topic, I answer it. "I know I'm cute." Wait, it's not a topic that I seem to talk about me. With a mildly confused look, I get up from the floor and dust off my pants before shooting him a look to know what's going on. "You don't seem to buy flowers. Who are you?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"I'm a demon, taking the form of a human. For all these human demons, I'm God, a superhuman." He smirks, not even flinching at my razor-sharp glare and waving it off as he peels the petals of lilies carelessly. The petals fly in the air and fall at my feet, making me realize what he's doing.
Still gritting my teeth, I look down at his fingers, which are tearing the lilies. I want to break those nimble fingers which are ruining my things. My moving legs stop on the track when I'm getting evidenced by the unbelievable sight. The lilies appear continuously in his hands once he spoils the other. How could it be possible? Is it real or illusion?
"Find out!" His cajoling voice, that honey over gravel, coupled with those intense blue eyes that seem to look deep into me, making my throat go dry. How could he understand what went on in my mind? It's not possible. There's something going on apart from my brain, and I need to figure it out. In front of me is not real, it's just an illusion.
With so many thoughts, I cover my ears and close my eyes to scream the frustration out. "No!" I grumble as I open my eyes. The first and last fucking place that I want to find myself in is right here. In this death trap with four walls, at this moment in time, the clock cruelly mocking me with each little tick-tock. Like a tiny worm niggling its way through my ear into my brain and consuming me with deep-rooted anxiety that flares with every.. single.. tick.
Immediately, I hold my head and try to take everything in. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the dried rose on Jesus Christ's frame. How could it be possible? I remembered well that I picked the rose and threw it away a few minutes ago, but now it was still there. I'm confused, utterly confused. My hand reaches out to grab it, but I hesitate to do.
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and pick the rose to throw it away. I then lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest before recalling the incident, which has happened earlier. Wait, was it happened or my illusion? There was no evidence of someone appearing and the spoiled lilies on the floor, but it felt real. I lean my head further into the wall and take shallow breaths as I try to concentrate on anything else.
Palming my face, I sigh loudly and look up at the opposite wall that's pretty decorated with lilies. What? The petals have designed a sentence that I need to read. "You can't run away from me." As my lips move along with the words, I hear the same voice tormenting me in my ear again. I move away from the wall and look around, but no one is there. What's happening?
My eyes plaster on the words again as I walk over to it, but the wind that's blowing trash the petals and makes it fly away. I grab my jacket on the way and slip my hands through it while following the petals out the door. To be a surprise, it's all disappeared already. I can't believe my own eyes, which get evidenced by all of that. I don't know what's happening around me. Whether it's true or not?
Not giving way to any more thoughts, I turn around and lock the door of a flower shop. I can swear that someone has been watching and staring at me. It is strange, uncomfortable. I glance at the busy street and back up at the wall; maybe it's all in my head. I slip the key into my pocket and cross the street to reach my house.
I unlock the door, not bothering with closing it all the way or relocking it because I'm too tired right now, though not tired enough to sleep. I look around the house and notice that my aunt curl up on the couch with a blanket pulled over her, sleeping carelessly. The television is on, but the volume is turned down to a silent whisper while infomercials are playing. Shaking my head, I sigh loudly.
Mox POV:
On the delicious lilies bed, I twirl a rose in my fingers and admire it. When I'm watching it curiously, something gets into my mind, so I peel the petals one by one. It's not a story at all. Let's change the story. Let's change the aunt. Let's change the son. Let's change the style of their love. Today let's change what has incomplete yesterday then people will say this for years to come. There was an aunt, there was a son, they both died, and the story ended there.
My eyes gleam at the anthers that have left from the rose. I stare at it with amusement and blow the remaining away. Just like this, Trish and Seth's life will endure nothing in one day. I'm gonna tear and burn their heart before stepping on and burying it in the dirt. I'm gonna make them fly so higher. Have anyone ever seen a cat, like tossing a bird up in the air and letting it fly around a bit, to swat it down again and bite its fucking neck?
Yeah, I want to play with them a bit. When I've done with them, they won't even know their fucking name. I'm gonna take their happiness. And a bit more, for good measure. Humiliate them, decimate them. Show everyone how fucking weak they really are. Today's only the beginning.
I get up and look up at the sky, where the fiery ball is streaming fire directly at me. Smirking, I growl and reduce its temperature by making the clouds hover over it. I look down and hold my hand out while cursing the spell under my breath. "Come on, my slave. The demon is calling you!"
The sweat from my forehead slides down its path to my palm and brings the water girl. She bows her head and respects me with good terms. Her tiny mouth explains what's going on in Trish's mind and her abilities. It's like nothing that I don't know. Everything I'd marked with my sight would glue to my mind forever, even if they were not alive anymore.
"Oh, the fun is just starting." I laugh as she encourages me with her cute talk. Walking on the lilies, I twirl my other hand in the air and make the flowerbed burn in fire. Everything around me is burning to ashes, but I'm not because I'm a demon who can't wait to mess with people's lives. Stepping over the fire with the slave in my palm, I look over at my shoulder and grin at the view. Just like these lilies, those soft little bodies of poor souls will burn each day for my desire.
