Murdered by a saint.

A sisters mystery and our History

JC

"Y-Your sister?" I stuttered out in amazement.

"Yes.." Stacy drawled out, her gaze avoiding mine as she stared towards the magical water. She refrained from talking for a great while, up until I managed to find the words.

"Care to explain?.." I carefully said each word, hesitant on asking anything of her. After seeing what I could do to myself by just punching someone as old as Winter had me thinking, What kind of damage could Stacy do to me? All Winter did was slam me up against a wall and it shattered a small part of my back. I couldn't imagine a full head to head fight with him, little own Stacy.

God only knows how old she must be...

Just the thought alone of what Stacy could reduce me to made me tremble, no wonder shes so respected. My eyes quickly darted towards her when her head slowly lifted upwards. Still staring straight forward she slowly stood to her full height, I followed her gaze, as I to stared into the clear water. Suddenly aware of the murky picture she was painting in front of us, her velvety voice suddenly perking up as she began to narrate the history I had been neglected to for far to long.

"Long ago, mystical entities ruled our world. Much before the first humans were introduced to the world. What no one knows is that every belief and religion, is real. The Greek gods, Islam and even Christen/ Catholic God. Despite now a days where everyone insists that only there beliefs are true, back then was a time when everyone new of everyone's existence." She paused as a smile crept upon her face, slowly reaching down towards the water she continued. Her finger hovering just above the surface of her reflection in the water.

"During this time, there was very little evil in the world, except for each religion and beliefs hatred for the other. Sadly that still lives on today it seems." Slowly with a frown she ever so slightly dipped her finger into the clear water, Pulling it back out and bringing it back towards her side we watched carefully and intently as the ripples in the water started to change colors. The colors started to form an oil like image, A small delicate yet full figured woman with silky brown hair came into view. Her beauty even in a diluted picture, radiated perfection. Eyes in which could enslave thousands, and lips that convince even the most happy of souls to end there lives. Yes she was beautiful beyond compare, but also dangerous. More dangerous than words alone could describe.

"During this time lived a Greek Nymph named, Epikindyni Omorfia. Meaning Dangerous Beauty." So my hunch was right.. Interesting. I carefully watched as she swam threw the murky waters of Greece, stepping out completely naked. With a wave of her hand she commanded the vines to bend at her will, wrapping themselves around her breasts and lower region. As she rang her hair out with her delicate fingers, someone new came into view. A man with beach blonde hair, sporting a flawlessly white robe with a golden belt. Peering behind the clouds looking downwards at the girl.

"Admired by many, there was someone else of higher importance who admired her. From very far away, his name was Asriel. An angel whose name by definition meant 'Supporter of God'." Gazing deeper into the water I clearly could see his angel like features, his deepened crystal blue eyes and flawless complexion, anyone would believe he's an angel.

"He loved her from a far for years, up until he finally worked up the courage to talk to her. One day he came down from Catholic/Christian territory, or as they call it 'Heaven'. As he spoke to her and tried to convince her to be with him and only him, despite all the other men and woman who constantly threw themselves at her and all the lovers she had. As a Nymph she was more sexually inclined the other creatures, and he as an angel, had no sexual experience what so ever. There fore when she agreed, she would only do it on one condition. Now he as an angel would do anything for the woman he loved, he even had a plane to convince his god to turn her into a holy being worthy of his status. Though She was a smart woman, who knew what his intentions were and took advantage of them. She had told him she would be his if and only if, he would ask Lucifer for a forbidden fruit, in which he would have to consume in order to prove his devotion."