Blessed Cursed Love

Chapter 2

"Mistress Vivian!" I heard my name called and I looked up. I was lost in my thoughts again. The man before me bowed at my feet as I glared at him. I crossed one leg over the other and sat up straight on my little throne.

"What is so important that you are shouting?" I asked in a calm voice, but the man flinched.

"Someone has entered your lands uninvited." He said and I felt as my body bristled. Who would be so bold? These lands were supposed to be cursed. This was my domain. "He wears silver armor." My eyes went wide. Not possible. It couldn't be who I thought it was.

"Does he have a hawk with him?" I asked with caution, and the man looked up stunned.

"You know of him already? Did the gods tell you?" I scoffed lightly. The gods never told me anything. They didn't speak to me for the same reason the people feared me. Because I was blessed by the one god who never blessed anybody. The god of death. A cruel joke I think. I tore my mind from those thoughts. I had more important issues. The male lead was on his way here. I stood from my throne.

"Keep an eye on him. Let him roam about the town, but let me know if he approaches the castle." The man bowed, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. This shouldn't be happening. He never came to this domain in the book. I walked to my bedroom and pulled out the old notebook. I frowned at it. I hadn't looked at it in so long. I opened it and flipped through it.

This world was that of a novel I read in my world. A story of a dashing man who was blessed by the gods and who falls for a princess and saves the world in the process. Typical romance stuff. I had never been a big romance fan, but it had decent action and plot. I skimmed over the notes I had made so long ago of what I could remember from the book. I thought it would come in handy until I realized I was born long before the events in that book.

I kept it when I realized I couldn't die. Being blessed by the god of death was more of a curse. I have none of the healing abilities that most blessed children have. Instead, I got the power to kill people with a simple touch. The only exceptions to that are people blessed by the gods. No one else can even touch me casually without falling ill or getting poisoned. A cruel joke indeed. I shut my notebook in frustration. It wasn't there. So then why was he here?

I couldn't die, but I could be killed by another blessed or magic. That's why I had moved to this land. Because it was supposed to be cursed. It was said that it slowly killed all who lived here. Yet, since I made this my domain, not one person has mysteriously died. For 200 years I have lived in this world. My only real companion is the god of death himself. He pops in to poke at me for his own amusement.

Was he here to kill me? I jumped up suddenly. Would he free me from this curse? I reached up and touched the symbol behind my left ear. A small black skull. The mark of the god of death. I looked at the notebook in my hands once more. Would Wyatt really kill me though? He fought many people in the novel, but he didn't kill them. Not unless they were truly bad people. Maybe that was it. He would have to get rid of me if I was a villain.

"Are you really going to let another blessed taint your domain?" I turned to see the god of death lounging on my bed. I scowled at him.

"I told you my bedroom was off limits," I said and put the notebook away with a small sigh. I turned to leave and he stood.

"I gave you the power you have used to make this place your domain. It's quite disrespectful of you to let it go to waste." I turned back to him at his words. He had stepped close. His black eyes had disturbed me at first, but now I wasn't afraid of him. This form he chose was fairly attractive, and his hair was just as black as his eyes.

"I never asked for that. I do not need to respect your wishes. Take it back if you want." He scowled at me and I rolled my eyes. "Just go. I have other things to worry about."

"I won't ever take my blessing away Viv." He said the nickname so casually, and I clicked my teeth softly in annoyance. "You won't be able to die if I have any say in it." Then with that, he faded from existence. I sighed harshly. Most blessed simply heard the voice of the gods. I was unlucky enough to have one show up before me. He was the only god who would speak to me though. I was shunned for being his blessed just as they shunned him for being an ass. Guilty by association.

I glanced in the mirror in the hall. My hair glowed like a fire in the light. It had gotten so long recently. Would I look more like a villain if it was short? I laughed to myself. I couldn't believe I was wondering how to be more like a villain, but it was the best bet I had to be free of this curse. I just had to show Wyatt enough that he would consider me too dangerous to live. How was I going to do that? I frowned deeply and waved my hand in front of my face. My eyes shifted black and I cringed. Whenever I used my powers they did that. That would work well to start with. Slowly they faded into the light gray they naturally were.

My mother used to joke that all my color was in my hair. Since my eyes were gray and my skin was pale. I clenched my fists as I turned and walked down the hall. She had turned on me like everyone else. The moment she saw someone die by touching my hand. She couldn't deny what I was anymore. I looked at the gloves on my hands. As long as no one touched my skin, they were safe from my curse. Sometimes I wished it worked on me. I felt a godly presence slick behind me as I walked down the hall.

"I told you to leave me alone," I said just before a hand grabbed my wrist, and I was turned to meet those black eyes. He touched my cheek gently.

"I've told you before I don't like those thoughts, Viv," he replied. I shrugged him off.

"Just because you can tell when someone thinks about doing something like that doesn't make it right for you to intrude."

"I am your guardian, Viv," he said, with a slight frown. I glared at him.

"You are my jailor! Let me go home like you promised! Let me die!" He growled a sound that made my whole body chill as death himself showed his power. Anything living feared him to its core.

"Never." He vanished again and I huffed loudly.

"Stay gone!" I shouted, knowing he could probably hear me. Not that he would listen. Not like I could make him. He was a god. I only had power because he let me. I was a toy to him.