DAUGHTER OF HADES [D.S]

005 ➵ VICTIM

I wandered the streets again that night, watching for any poor mortals that would stray into my path.

The night air was cool and fresh, although I long to haunt during the day as well as night, I do love it.

My father forbids me to leave the underworld to frighten people during daylight but saying that, my father forbids me to do a lot of things.

As I walk along the pathway of an idyllic little neighbourhood I start to sing my hymn under my breath.

" I call upon Melinoe, saffron cloaked nymph of the earth, who drives mortals to madness with her airy phantoms,
As she appears in weird shapes and forms,
Now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness,
And all this in hostile encounters in the gloom of night. "

While I am singing, I don't notice a man walking out of his house and sitting on the kerb. He has greasy brown hair and is wearing a baggy top with trousers, with remnants of last night's dinner. I frown and almost trip when I notice the stench coming from him. He must not of washed for a month.

"Woah, watch where you are going, you wouldn't want you hurting yourself now would we?" he says grinning like a moron. He comes closer to me, still smirking.

Sleazy old dirt bag. I could crush him like a bug.

"Is that a question? If it is, I believe the answer is 'fuck off'", I tilt my head to one side smiling even though I found this not in the least bit funny.

He tilts his head back and laughs into the night. I can smell the beer off his breath.
Now, I'm not a nature freak but I do feel bad for the air after being intoxicated by this dumbass's stink.

I wrinkle my nose in disgust. For some odd reason unknown to me this idiot takes this as a positive gesture and smiles again.

"So honey? Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he says, swaying a little.

Excuse me? Do I look like a gooey food to you? I think not. Also, if he were to fall and crack his spine, I wouldn't hesitate to leave him there to get hypothermia.

I brush my hair away from my shoulder. "No, but I scratched my knee crawling out of hell" I say wincing at my cut. I'll get over it though, so I straighten up and start to plan my way to make this douche completely insane.

He comes closer and puts a hand on my waist, pulling me closer. His beer belly sticks into me almost causing me to snap his legs right now and be done with it. However, that is not my style, for I am the goddess of ghosts and I do things slow and painfully.

I decide to come across as an easy catch and then pounce, shrivelling his brain into a brussel sprout.

The stench coming from his half shaved beard and horrible breath is almost unbearable and I turn my head sideways and cough.

The man smiles in my face and starts to rub small circles on my leg. I swear to god if he actually touches me I will rip his tongue out. Although the thought of touching it is enough to make me never want to eat anything ever again.

"You know," he says moving his hand to my inner thigh. I'm getting more uncomfortable by the second. "My name is Jeff, but you can call me daddy". He flicks his tongue at my cheek and grabs my breast. I squirm and close my eyes. I grab a hold of his shoulders and grip my nails in.

A/N:
OOOOOH SHIT WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN. I CANT WAIT TO WRITE HOW SHE'LL REACTED X

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