An excitable archaeologist meets a reclusive immortal Titan. The two have to work together to save the world from certain doom. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, it would be if the most primordial evils weren't standing in their way...
Join Kass...
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Doctor Demetriou stepped out into the night, the taverna door squeaking asked on its hinges and swayed behind him. The remains of his white linen shirt were draped in shreds over his chest and painted with deep vermilion blood that glistened in the starlight.
Kass stood as wide-eyed and full of terror as the others on the street, half expecting that beast to spring out of the door and tear the good doctor down.
A light breeze danced across the doorway. Doctor Demetriou scrunched up his nose as if it carried a fetid scent on it. He looked down at his body and let out a huff of breath, tugging a stray piece of his torn shirt off. He used it to clean his hands and arms before shoving it into his pocket. His eyes met Kass' and an electric current of awareness passed between them. He walked towards her, oblivious to the looks of awe and wariness from the people gathered.
"We need to leave. Now," Doctor Demetriou said when he was within few meters of her.
Even if that thing was dead, Kass thought that it was a wise idea. She nodded. "Where do we go?"
"I will see you safely back to your hotel. Where are your keys? You are in no fit state to drive." Demetriou held his hand out.
"Me?" Kass scoffed incredulously. "I'm not the one looking like- like- like-"
Doctor Demetriou looked down at himself and his lips curled into a frown. His linen shirt was nothing but ribbons as it hung over his dust and blood smeared chest. His trousers had holes, in a few places, and a tuft of fur was stuck to the side of one of his shoes. It was proof that the creature and the fight had been real. "Kassandra, I am fine. This is not my blood. I did not sustain any injuries. Please, just let me drive you home."
Despite her protest to the contrary, Kassandra's shaking fingers stretched out and she dropped the car keys into his waiting palm. His other hand settled on the small of her back and gently guided her to the passenger side. He held the door open for her and leaned over, making sure her seat-belt was secure before shutting the door.
Doctor Demetriou's driving was as steady as his presence. Under his measured hands, the dingy old hire car sped along the darkened streets, hugging each curve as though it was mqade for it. He seemed to know the way back to her hotel without asking. Kass noticed this, but was too distracted to pay it the mind she should have.
Mind flashing back to the creature that had burst into the taverna, Kass' heart started pounding against her rib cage again. A remnant surge of sheer terror remained from when it had roared in her face. The instinctive part of her mind was racing a million miles, but the historian in her had already started cataloguing the facts.
It was huge. With the torso and head of a lion, giant bat-like wings, and a thick, razor sharp scorpion tale, it was truly the stuff of nightmares. Or, Kass thought, the stuff of myths. Although, if she wasn't delusional, she would have to amend that thought to the stuff of legends.
"Pardon?" Doctor Demetriou's voice broke Kass from her stupor.
It was then that Kass realised that the car had stopped. They were parked in the small lot behind her motel room. She didn't know when they arrived. "Sorry?"
