Chapter 47 : THERE ARE SHADOW PEOPLE, MOTHER! part 7

It was a nice song. Hauntingly beautiful.

Like my dance partner.

He wasn't a shadow person, surprisingly.

He was pale. A few shades from unhealthy, with an ethereal glow about him, like he hadn't seen the sun in years. Like he was shining in the moonlight.

He had purplish-blood red eyes, thin lips, a jawline that could cut, herculean cheekbones, and a nose zues would wish for.

He was sporting short and clean black waves and a five o'clock shadow.

"Hello, Antonio." His voice was like silk. Smooth, yet dark. Tantalizing. Something you would want to bask in.

"...Have we met?" I questioned.

I certainly would have remembered if I'd met him.

His looks are on par with Drake, though Drake's looks were softer and more aristocratic. He was my golden angel.

This man looked like the devil. Tempting. The snake you want to listen to. The voice in your head.

He was dangerous, that much I knew.

"In another life, Antonio, possibly. Though I know you, simply because you are here, human, living, breathing, with a rose tint in your cheeks; blood rushing through your veins. In this life, this is the first time we've met, officially anyways. Benedictis; God of death, earth, and stone."

"Stone?"

"If you want to get technical, weather. Natural disasters are actually not that natural. But stone sounds better."

"...You're a god?"

"As I said; I am Benedictis; God of death, earth, and stone, at your services."

"Benedictis?"

"Mm, but you can call me Ben, priceless one."

"Priceless one?"

"It's greek."

"...I see."

"Welcome, to my world, and coincidentally, my ballroom," Benedictis said with a smile.

That was when everything went black.