"I will be beaten?" his voice still deep and rumbling, he stared Diandra in the eye.
"Yeah, Is this an issue?" Diandra's eyes sparkled, she felt rather cocky.
"People who have challenged me, never win." He informed her, he looked a bit intimading to Diandra.
"Because you have the advantage." She crossed her arms.
"Yes, it is slightly tipped in my favour." He started to sound amused.
"Slightly!" She scoffed. "Its all in your favour! It simply isn't fair."
His amusement vanished. "Would you rather I take away this game and simply send you to hell!" He snarled at her, baring his sharp glistening teeth.
"No." Diandra took a step back.
The lion. for a second, looked like he was going to turn around and once again do his disappearing act. But he didn't. Diandra realized that this fearsome spirit was thinking. She wondered what he was thinking about. Diandra began to form the sentence in her head. She stopped, realizing that this thought of his could benefit her. So the young woman waited for him to speak. After what seemed like forever, he spoke.
"I'm decreasing your time." He began to speak, but before he could finish, Diandra interupted.
"What! How could you!" Diandra screeched, she was furious at those four words.
"I'm not finished!" The spirit snapped at her, as he did, he began to shift.
Diandra's eyes widened, she wasn't sure what he was changing into. Bones cracked as he shifted, and his hair retracted into his body. It sounded aweful, yet not a grunt or a scream. Just silence. When he had finished, in front of Diandra was her past lover. The one that decided to commit suicide by jump in the path of a speeding car.
Diandra remembers that day just like it was yestarday. She got a text from him, saying come see me. Diandra couldn't go to him right away, she was in the middle of a job interview. She said she would be there as soon as possible. He never replied. Her job interview finished a few minutes later. Diandra got into her car as soon as she could and began to drive to her significant other's house. But as she turned to enter the busiest street in town, she saw him. Tears in her eyes.
"Liam." Diandra croaked, and reached out for him. Forgetting what he was a moment ago.
"I'm adding a prize at the end." The imposter of Liam spoke. Standing as still as a statue. "You get your 'Liam' back."
Diandra paused. Unable to respond. Should she be glad? Relieved? Angry that he knows, and dared to play on her emotions like this? She had already grieved for her loss. Yet it still hurt to see him in front of her. Should she take up his offer? Afterall, when had he lied to her? Despite being her enemy, he seems to be true to his word. However, is it worth it? She did promise to help everyone. Even if she refused, would he still shorten the time?
Diandra took a deep breath. "Alright. I accept this offer."
The fake Liam, pulled back his lips into a menacing smile. "I look forward to being the one to send you to hell."
"Well forget it. So sorry to break your hopes. But I am going to win this!" Diandra retorted.
"We shall see then, shall we?" The imposter turned around, and walked off. Fading away, quicker than Diandra had hoped.
