Goddess Reborn

Scorned and heated

I do not know how long we were in the cabin before I finally was able to hold it together. I would lash out, pass out from exhaustion, then do it all over again once I remembered. It could have been hours or day, even years, but I could not stop the pain. I did not even understand why there was pain, I knew what he had done, I had no emotions left for him, and I had Deacon. If Marcus had not done what he did I would still be stuck on that plain with him, not knowing who I really am. Yet, the pain of being robbed of my life and not knowing why was fighting with my joy of being with Deacon.

Finally I feel able to move and the anger has subsided enough that I do not fear damaging anything. I look around and see I am back in the room I first woke up in, alone, and changed into joggers and a hoodie. As I come out of the room I see Deacon there, in the kitchen writing, and the sound of someone else with him. Rounding the rest of the corner I see Roman is here, neither having noticed me yet.

"We need to visit the human, find out what he knows. Have you found anything about if this was more than a human issue?" Roman asks. At first it seems Deacon is not going to answer him.

"Yeah, I know something more is at play. The man is human, but I know he's been contacted by someone. There's no way he thought up killing Isla on his own." Deacon answers. "We will visit him, we need to do it the right way though." He finished.

"I know how." I state, finally making them aware I am there. They both look up, but do not seem shocked. I realize they knew I was there and they had no intention of hiding the conversation from me. Both men are watching me, and as I go to share my idea I am overwhelmed by a feeling that we have had a similar conversation before. Much like deja-vu I am positive the three of us sat around concocting ideas on overthrowing some scumbag.

"Going to share with the class, or are we supposed to guess?" Roman asks with a smirk, one that I return before I hear Deacon say no. Snapping my eyes to him with a tilt to my head, he repeats his no. He catches Roman's eyes and they share a look before Roman looks back to me wide-eyed. "We are not redoing Troy. That was a bad idea then and it's a bad idea now!" Roman says.

"It is not a bad idea, and what do you mean Troy? Like, Helen of Troy?" I ask confused how they had any idea what I was thinking.

"We were tasked with starting a war and you had the bright idea to make the humans go mad by glamours and using s*x to make them both lust for and despise each other." He explains. Deacon reminds me then that our method almost destroyed whole countries and groups of people.

"Well, this will be smaller. We aren't trying to convince a waring nation to attack, just entice a man to tell us why he killed me." I say, approaching him and resting my head on his shoulder. As he turns his head to me he sighs, not wanting to admit I am right.

"Fine, but no killing, and Roman is not taking part." He agrees. I agree to that, I know we can make it work just us. Roman says he wants to be there, asking why we get to have all the fun. "You just don't get a part in the 'Troy' part. You will be there asking questions, you can even threaten the loser." Deacon says smugly, "Just I'm the only one that gets to put their hands Isla."

With that decided we turn our focus to the larger picture, I was able to recall a plan from before. I knew it felt familiar even if I did not know why. I want to ask about more of our conquests before we head off into the world to cause chaos for Marcus, but I decide against it. Seems I do not need more help coming up with ways to torture those I do not like. Turning to Roman I ask about the rest of the night at the bar. He tells me about Nikki trying to make a fuss about my outburst and Audun just wanting to make sure no one got hurt.

He does tell us that whoever Marcus was with she is not entirely human. "She wasn't overly powerful, but she definitely had some sort of charm to her that was more than your usual human." He tells us with a shrug. We all agree answers are in order and decide it is time to confront the man that brought me back here, but tomorrow. Today, I have something else on my mind.

We decide to head back to the apartment from the cabin and settle in for the night, tomorrow is my funeral, which given that it is at my old house gives us the perfect place to stage our intervention. When we are back I corner Roman, having a request that I need from him and a little blackmail to use. "I need you gone for the night. With the way you were searching the bar the other night, I imagine you can make that happen." He gives me a smirk and nods, asking what I have planned. Brushing him off, not wanting to discuss too much so I am not caught with Deacon coming back in. Instead, I change the subject slightly. "So, who is she?" I ask with my own smile.

"I met her a few weeks ago, waitress at that little Cafe across from the park." He tells me. As he talks about her I notice the look in his eyes, a mix of awe and lust. "I've gone every chance I get, it isn't even great coffee and honestly, she's a terrible waitress. She has somehow remembered my order, but she remembered it wrong. I just can't bring myself to correct her." He states with a chuckle. "When I knew we were going to the club I decided to invite her, I needed to find a way to get out of going for a French vanilla coffee 3 times a week. I just hope she doesn't continue to think that's my favourite." He finishes, running his fingers through his hair.

"Did she ever make it? I wish I could have seen here. What is drawing you to her do you think?" I ask, as Deacon comes into the room asking who we are talking about.

"Her name is Pari, yes she came and your exit gave me a perfect excuse to spend the night with her. I don't know what it is, she's perfect, quiet and calm, but with a confidence that forces everyone around here to stop and take notice. And on that note, I am going to go drink a terrible cup of coffee with a pretty girl." He departs with a wink, leaving Deacon and I standing there staring at each other snickering about Roman.

As the moment passes I find myself looking at my hands, nervous that I finally have time alone with Deacon where I am not losing my mind. Before I had seen Marcus at the bar I wanted this moment with him, I knew I wanted to continue the movement in our relationship. I had been finding myself yearning for his touch and the passion I could only dream about. Now, with it so close to me I was unsure how to proceed.

Seeming to sense my trepidation I find my chin being lifted by Deacon, he having moved to me to see what had me distracted. Looking into his eyes I decide to follow my heart, not allowing anything else to get in the way. My hands moving on their own reach up to bring Deacons lips to mine, allowing the passion I felt in my chest to erupt from me with a moan. This seems to spur Deacon on, told by a rumble from his chest and a bite to my lower lip. Moving my hands down I fist his shirt trying to pulling him even closer, which was not possible.

Deacon runs his hands down from my hips, rounds my backside and lifts me off the ground by my thighs. The action assisted by my wrapping my legs around his waist as he moves us to our room. As we get to the room he kicks the door closed and tosses me on the bed making me laugh out. As he moves up between my legs, I find myself captivated by his movement. I can feel myself heating up and wanting more from this God of a man towering over me. Before he claims my lips again he stops, looking in my eyes and I see something there, a pain or worry. As quickly as I see it he tries to cover it, dipping to reignite our kiss. Now, I need to know what he is thinking. I stop him asking what is wrong, but he just shakes his head no trying again to kiss me. This time I flip him over so I am straddling him. Though our passionate moment has definitely given a very obvious arousal that I am feeling from beneath me, I need to know what is on his mind.

"We aren't going further until you tell me what's wrong." I state firmly. With a sigh, Deac says that is likely for the best. Definitely not the answer I am looking for.

"I haven't told you everything to expect, and I don't want to scare you." He starts to explain. Knowing there is no way he can scare me I try to push him to explain. "I remember us from before, you don't, the passion I have for you could bring mountains to the ground. I could destroy worlds to have you, and we have had some nights that did destroy some. Our passion did not just lay in the great love we had for each other, but we both have a darker side. We both loved the arousal we felt from destruction. I fear if we start this, the will awake as well, and I don't want that to happen until you are ready." He explains, his eyes pleading mercy. I had just spent an amazing amount of time bursting with energy and wanting to crush the bones of anyone in my way. I knew a passion for creating pain was intertwined with a passion for lust. I knew I wanted both, but only from him.

Instead of offering any explanation of everything I felt and wanted I decided there would be a much more simple way to show him. Reaching down, grabbing the hem of my shirt. and pulling it over my head. Deacons eyes widen as I pull him up in a passionate kiss. Losing ourselves in our kiss I hear thunder crash outside, realizing I am losing control of my powers. Deacon just smirks and says we need somewhere safer. "I'm surprised Roman didn't tell you the cabin used to be just ours, we needed a space safe from us."

Jumping off the bed Deacon brings us back to our cabin, but into a room looking much like the one we just left. Looking around I'm captivated by the similarities, only distracted when Deacons hand finds my hair and pulls my head to the side as he nibbles and kisses my neck. "The apartment was designed based on our room here. If you really think you're ready for this I only ask one thing, do not hold back. Allow yourself to lose control, but don't be afraid. I know I will lose mine having you back. You are safe, and I know I am with you." He says. I contemplated his words for a moment before I turn to face him. As I start walking backward towards the bed he comes with me. As we move I feel my control releasing, thunder booming around us and the ground shaking.

The power of destruction and the passion of an eternity collided finally for me. Deacon gave me a piece I missed more than I could have known, and I will never let it go again.

I will never get beyond the passion he gives me.