Eighth Death

Chapter Fourteen: The Job

"For centuries, Alaric has been used by other immortals to get the job done to say the least. Due to his extraordinary abilities, unfeeling personality and sense of ruthlessness. Whenever any form of bloodshed came to question, Alaric was always the one they called for. And by doing the same job for years, he earned the title 'Death'. He is quite literally a killing machine in the world of immortals." Keegan said as he sipped on the cup of tea Marcy poured him.

"I know that," She grumbled. "what I meant was that I want more information about him."

"And may I ask why you are so curious about him all of a sudden?" He scoffed, picking up two cookies at once and shoving them in his mouth, barely chewing before he washed it down with the rest of the cup of steaming hot tea.

"Is there anything wrong with being curious?" She answered the question with another question, because she did not tell Keegan that she went with his idea flew all the way to another country to ask Kaiza a few questions, which resulted in her encounter with Alaric. She had too much pride for that.

He ran a hand through his golden hair and chuckled, "As I said, Alaric has abilities which make him unique."

"Which are...?" Marcy asked, expectantly. Not as if she didn't already know.

"Teleportation, it makes getting the job done easier if you get what I mean. He can move from one place to another with the blink of an eye, no matter how much the distance. He can also control shadows, I've heard. He can bend them to his own will and make them do whatever he likes, some say he even has the power of telekinesis. Mind control is another one of his abilities, though the rest of the four invincible immortals also have that." He shrugged, "And of course he can't be killed."

Marcy didn't bother paying attention, she already knew from all the hours she had spent reading about them. "Yeah yeah, because only an invincible immortal can kill another invincible immortal. Or it's straight up suicide, which all of them are too prideful to commit."

Keegan took a bite from another biscuit, munching as he spoke, "Kaiza is the only one known for pride, you're getting a bit judgy there." Technically, Marcy never claimed to not be judgy. So it wasn't her fault, she was just a girl.

"Yeah well, who gives a shit about Kaiza?" She rolled her eyes, she hated his guts. Immortal imbecile. An idiot. "Possibly everyone except for you, strange because every woman is usually head over heels for him. Men too." He stated as if it was the weirdest thing ever.

She didn't point out the fact that Sereia also didn't fall head over heels for Kaiza, that was a secret. She was truly starting to despise keeping secrets from Keegan, the one who knew her the best. "He cursed me." She rolled her eyes, that was already enough of an explanation.

"He's still sexy as hell.  Terrifying and charming." Keegan smirked when Marcy glared at him, "Who's side are you on?"

"Sides? Oh puh-lease, I'm a lover not a fighter. Why would I ever take sides?"
"You've been single for seventy years. Lover, my ass."
"Shut up.

She fought the urge to poke his eyes out with a fork, "You literally defended the immortal imbecile, you had that coming." She knew she should've kept her mouth shut when he gave her that devious grin, "Who is comin-" That was it, she jumped onto him as she grabbed his hair, pulling on the soft golden locks that were so silky they almost slipped out of her grip.

"Ow! Let go, you monster!" He grunted, trying to push her away. So what if she was five foot four and he was above six feet, she had claws (long nails) which Keegan most certainly didn't. "No! You need to learn how to keep that stupid mouth shut!" She shouted, raising her other hand to smack him when she felt something wrap around her wrist, holding her back from doing so.