Kidnapped by a Greek God

Chapter 16: Angelo

The man standing in front of me looked old enough to be an older brother to me, and boy did he look like one now. He stands there with a look on his face that almost says I'm about to yell at my younger sibling for doing something stupid. "It means exactly what it means." He responds, glancing at me with a pointed look, I've never seen this shop or the man a day before today, so I look around and behind me making sure we both have the right person. "Do I know you?" I finally ask after I realize he is indeed talking to me. "Name's Angelo." he says, as I finish the way to the counter and sit down at one of the chairs in front of it, he looks bothered by my actions and question, but I'm not leaving without an answer and espresso. I fold my hands in front of me signaling that I am in fact not going anywhere until I get both. 

He rolls his eyes and gestures to the menu behind him, the names of the coffees are weird as shit in my opinion. I pick the most normal sounding coffee fed up with the weird chasing my every move. "So why am I not supposed to be here?" I ask him with a smirk on my face, he scoffs in a response, this dude's customer service is quite inferior. "Your mom wouldn't be too happy to know that his daughter was in the place she was most forbidden from." He says turning around mirroring my smirk, mine drops at his words. "What is that supposed to mean?" He rolls his eyes and turns around to continue making my coffee, "You're full of questions aren't you?" he retorts back, I shrug, this guy is getting under my skin, times ten. "Just answer my questions and there won't be anymore." We share a look almost as if to say that's a lie. 

A coffee is placed in front of me, not going to lie it looks so good. "Okay," He sighs as if to brace himself for the onslaught on questions, so I brace myself to ask them. "your mom forbade you from entering this coffee shop, because she solely made it for the mortals, you being here might disrupt the delicate balance of things for the innocent lives that don't know about our kind." I give him a look saying that I'm about to ask another question, "So me  being here my entire life doesn't?" the question seems to stupefy him, he nods, "Fair, but you see the rest of the world doesn't have the same magical properties used to make this place that made you so I feel like that would be enough explanation." I scour at this answer since it's only leading me to more questions, this is not getting me anywhere, well not with him. 

What does he mean by magical properties being used to make me, was I not born of regular birth? "One last question and then I'll leave for the sake of the innocent of the mortals around us." I wave at the inherently empty diner now and smile. "What's my mother's name, both of them mortal and other?" He looks up at the ceiling dude looks tired of my shit, but I on the other hand could definitely question more. "Her Goddess name is Durga, her mortal name is Emily." I say my thanks and turn going to leave, I turn back around with a second thought. "Actually let me get another one of those coffees and your number." He looks taken back and do I see a little bit of antipathy? "Why do you need my number shouldn't you be asking for our mother's number instead." There it is, exactly what I thought I smile knowingly and pay for my second heavily espresso contaminated drink. "Well yeah, I mean we're family aren't we,  Angelo." He throws up his hands as if to signal he is innocent in all of this, which the coffee shop in his name says differently. "Hey, I'm not the one with a destined future of the creation or destruction on this whole world." he counters looking like he's trying to calm down an angered bull. 

After moments of silence he puts my coffee and a slip of paper down on the counter in front of me, I say my thanks for the second time and go to leave. "Kali, don't wait to call me, I'm here to help you." It really looked that way when I came in, but I nod and walk out of the door of Angelo's. I take one more look of the coffee shop, thoughts of me choosing something new leading to me finding out more about myself. Emily or Durga running around in my brain and why she didn't anything to do with me, it kind of hurt to be honest. It's only after I get over an hour away from the coffee shop that I didn't get her last name or my brother's. I just need to be out of this town away from everything that's been continuously happening to me since meeting James, it almost makes me regret that I met him that day anyway. My birthday felt like it was forever ago, maybe it had been forever. 

I turn off my car the sound of distant waves bouncing off the shore makes me think about the mirror I found the other day while I was in the underworld, I sigh opening my car door and step out, making my way to the beach. It was a nice day, but my favorite place here never got over populated with people ever, it was as if the place was made for me and only me. I stumble through some tall grass which opens up to my private little island and I realize that maybe I'm not the only one who knew about this place, as I get closer I see that the figure was a tall male, he turns around hearing my approaching footsteps, a familiar smirk playing at his face. 

Sisyphus

"Hello Emaline it's nice to see you again, where's the little lover boy of yours?" The smirk never leaves his face as my own sours. "Not around." His smirk deepens hearing the news. "Good, alone time with the famous Kali, it's a dream come true." If you were asking me this seems like  anything other than a dream, maybe more like a nightmare. His face sours, as if he read my thoughts and didn't like what he heard, Good.