𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖉

chapter three

Several eyes see more than two ever will.

He turned quickly, using his arm to shield his eyes from the harsh light. Soon enough the light dimmed before vanishing completely. He approached the now crater in the floor cautiously as he peered over the edge. A man, looked to be around his age was laying there unconscious. His outfit was certainly strange, pure white robes that where now tattered and ripped from the crash landing. The long blonde hair that spilled over his shoulders, he was a perfect being. Who was also unconscious in the middle of a broken floor. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he came to that realization, sliding carefully into the Crater and grabbing the man's wrist, dragging them out of the Crater.

A few minutes passed and the transport was taking him awhile.
"mio Dio...why are people so heavy and hard to movvve?" He groaned as he dragged the person across the museum's floor and into his office in the back of the library. He set the stranger in a chair and studied them. He moved forward, brushing a hair from their face noting the pure white markings. Out of nowhere the person stood up quickly, pressing a dagger that seemed to appear from air up to the boys throat as they backed him up into a corner.
"Who are you. Where am I. What are you planning." The person rambled off questions as the boy raised his hands to show a surrender.
"My- my name is Vincent, your in a museum, well- now my office, and I was planning to uhm- watch you sleep?" Vincent cringed at what he said as the person eyed him, their golden eyes shining a brighter color for a second before the dagger just disappeared as they walked a few steps away.
"Wait, wait, wait. What did you just do exactly?" Vincent asked quickly.
"I checked you for lies. And your clean."
"OF COURSE IM CLEAN! WHY WOULD I LIE?!" Vincent shouted as he looked baffled. So much for being trusted.
"People lie all the time, specifically gods." The person mumbled.
"Wait, god?" Vincent questioned.
"That's what you are isn't it?" The person asked, acting like it was just a common thing to say.
"Uhm- no? I'm a librarian."
"Yeah, a Librarian of the gods"
"No- just a librarian-"