Deity and Amaranthine

Chapter One

"When I can touch him again, I will really-" I moved into a Wing Chun stance. "beat the-" Flipping my fists, I punched the air, "living crap out of him,' I growled, going through the whole set at full friggin' speed. Saluting to actually no one, I straightened up, not a speck of sweat on my nape. I never  did perspire. Never. Well, at least I knew why. All the gods, Western and Chinese, knew why. But not a single fleshy-my word for normal humans, mortal-knew why. Sighing, I recounted how Ah Wu, a.k.a Pak Tai a.k.a Xuan Tian Shang Di, Ruler of the Nothern Heavens, had ripped up all of his cream white clothing I'd bought for him, but had kept all of his old, frayed black clothing. "Damn him," I muttered under my breath, as I selected a katana-the matching destructive blade of The Demonic Wrath(A very destructive blade)-which set had been specially crafted to boost her skills and fit her very well, and given to her by Bai Hu a.k.a The Tiger, The West Wind, Chinese Shen. Then I focused a band of chi into the katana, making it sing-but horribly off-tune and screechy. Wincing slightly internally, I sighed. Withdrawing my energy, I inserted some shen. Now this was a totally different matter. The single note produced was indescribably beautiful and wondrous. Finally, I inserted some ching. After all, I'd never tried this before. Holding my breath, I waited. Nothing happened. "Sh*t. How about this," I muttered under my breath. I hurriedly got my demon jar out of its cupboard, adrenaline pumping through my demonic veins. Selecting a bead, I released the demon. Immediately, the demon tried for my head. Ducking, I hopped away, resisting my urge to demolish it with a simple, nonchalant roundhouse kick. Quickly, I filled the katana with ching. Almost at once, the demon exploded into feathery banners, splattering on my training trousers. I smiled as some demon stuff(that exploding thing) oozed into my body with a soft *squelch*. Demon essence, demon stuff, whatever you want to call it, didn't hurt me, though it was harmful to everyone else. In fact, it made me stronger. That was probably why all immortals called her The Demonic Girl, "though there's that other reason,of course," I mused, as the demon stuff entered my bloodstream. I could feel it coursing through my bloodstream, making her stronger. Sauntering out, I swiftly picked it up, sealed it and stashed it away again. Italia? Demonic Girl? I jumped, then groaned. Na Zha, eh? Yes, Na Zha? What? Huffing in annoyance, I  waited for his mind-to mind response. Nah, just checking. Jade Emperor's orders. Seeya. Raising a perfectly curved sceptical eyebrow, I thought back: Seeya soon. Bye. and firmly flipped on her mind-guards. No distractions. That was suicidal. Demons could invade anytime and... I shook her head to get rid of these thoughts. She strolled to her laptop and checked her email. 691 emails. Okay...

Wait...

WHAT?!?!?

691 EMAILS?!?!? Ohmygod Omigod! Out of the blue, a voice appeared in her head. Yes, My Lady? Anything wrong? I  animecrashed. Nah, nothing, Gold. Sorry. I stopped. 'Kay. Bye. That was Gold. Gold was so sensitive. And he was just a Rock Shen(closest word you have in English is "God"), for god's sake. Shaking her head in exasperation, she started reading her mails.

@***Half an hour later***@

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

Click."

"ARGH Damn THIS STUPID THING!!!" I yelled as my hand moved to its own accord: deleting the gushing letters from people - fleshies, you might say. Even students from my class(who didn't know my true nature, to reassure you, my dear readers) including all of the boys in my arch-enemy's(some guy called Alerick) I-Hate-Italia's Facebook group. 

Wait...

Come to think of it...

I quickly checked FB's I-Hate-Italia group. "Huh? Wait a minute..."The group wasn't in existence anymore, probably archived and deleted. And now... there was an I-Love-Italia group.