Chapter 2

Killian

As far as the Trickster God's memory serves, there were only three deities who haven't died yet. It was him, the Goddess of the Underworld and the God of Death. Thus, they are considered as the Dark Triad in the Heathenian Mythology according to the book he just acquired.

He shrugged his shoulder—the shoulder of his newly possessed body—and turned the book to its next page. "Heathenian Deities are made for one another, they all have their respective partners for eternity?" His eyebrows are close to meeting each other upon uttering that passage.

"Fake news, that's literally a bluff! Because why am I single, then? HAHAHAHA!" Killian decided to throw the book away, but as soon as it landed on the floor, the door opened and spawned a darkling.

A woman with long black hair and cute full bangs, a dangerous gaze and a dark and lacy dress that has been complimented by her black accessories. She knew how to dress for herself, and it did suit her so well, that's what he thought. It was actually like the world stopped spinning as they met each other's eyes. With the God of Mischief, lying naked in a stranger's bed. And the seemingly owner of the bed who looked like she just saw a ghost, even tho, she herself looked like one.

Killian couldn't handle the woman's speechlessness so he decided to react for both of them. "Aaaaah! A gorgeous being is on your bed! What should you do?" He jumped and covered himself with her blanket. Ignoring the strange beating of his heart upon seeing her face closer.

"W-what are you doing here, Rozen?" Right at that moment, the girl dropped her phone and also her strength. She literally can't help but to kneel down, but Killian couldn't comprehend such trivial things so he thought she was worshipping him.

"Aw! You can stand up now, I'm just a human like you. Nothing special." He tucked his hair behind his ears, but the moment he realized that she was crying, he immediately comforted her.

"Hush now, my believer, I am back so no need to worry. But let's just say I am back from the hospital and you are my number one fan, because you know, the wind has its ears and eyes so I can't really say everything I wanted to say."

It might seem like nonsense to the woman, but Killian was referring to how powerful the Goddess of Wind is, and revealing who he is even in the form of speaking, writing or even typing is dangerous. He sure didn't spend years and years of his time collecting negative energy in order to escape, just to get caught on his first day, didn't he?

"But I saw your soul got separated from your body, Rozen. It was dead on the spot." The woman finally blurted out, knocking some senses into Killian's dysfunctional brain.

Ended up for him to gulp harder and give her enough distance. "I-it's a miracle, I guess?" Both of them are still sitting on the floor, facing each other. But none of them are on the same page.

"You know that's bullshit, Rozen."

Killian gasped and tried to cover the woman's brazen mouth. He seems to forget that seconds earlier, he was using his hands to cover himself with a blanket. And now that it has been done, the blanket fell and he's naked again!

"Aaaaaah!"

"You shouldn't talk shits about miracles and deities, they can hear us!"

"And you should've at least put something on! Pervert!"

In his entire existence as a God of Mischief, it was never a problem for Killian to be seen naked by any mortals or if other Deities hear him talk shit about them. But because he is possessing a human body and hasn't regained all his powers yet, it made him feel human emotions such as shame and fear.

He immediately covered himself with the blanket like it's a lumpia wrapper, instead of just covering his lower parts like what normal guys will do. You see, he isn't used to having a body anymore. He's becoming pathetic. He can't believe either that he feels like crying, just because someone shouted at him and called him a pervert.

"Aaah! My heart is hurting." Killian groped his chest, but it just made the woman to be worried as well and check up on him. But the moment she felt his breath on her face, she immediately slapped him out of impulse.

"Idiot, that's what you get for running away from the hospital! Wear something decent and go back to your family!" She decided to drag the Trickster God and throw him some random clothes.

"Why are you even here, anyway? Your sister is worried." She hissed and turned her back. Giving him some privacy to finally wear something appropriate. Just a fur coat to cover up his body though, not even an inner wear to warm him as a human being.

If heaven could sigh, it probably did a whole thunderstorm. They are both hopeless.

They were never on the same page, and will they ever be? Because the woman saw him as Rozen, the owner of the body. While Killian is just glad for the freedom he just obtained, even if it means pretending to be someone that he's not.

"Oh, I am Rozen." It finally dawned on him after a long silence.

Now that he's dressed up, Killian pulled the woman to face him again, but this time, it's to analyze the situation and make proper precautions.

"It seems like you cared for me so much, by any chance, are you my lover?"

It was like lightning struck her in the chest. The woman chuckled, not because it was funny, but because it was pathetic. She felt like a total loser for being asked that question.

Is she a lover? Worse. She's a nameless thing. A being with no clear beginning or end, just a keeper of moments that felt so real. For what they had only existed in nostalgia now.

"What a weird thing to ask."

"I-I mean, I had a mini amnesia, or whatever you call it. That's why my memory is not in its proper state. I didn't mean to be weird." Killian tried to save the conversation but it just made the woman laugh even more.

"From acting like nothing happened, to actually forgetting little things. It must be so good to be you, Mr. Rozen Blake. You didn't have to rub that in my face." She pulled away from his grip and pushed him out of her room.

"You didn't have to come here either, nor to see me again. It wasn't my fault your memory sucks. I literally witnessed your skull being smashed." She gave him a poker face but he was mesmerized.

He didn't know why he came to her place, either. It was just what he felt the moment he regained consciousness. It was a gut feeling, it feels like that's what his heart desires. It seems like there's an energy that's pulling him closer to her place, closer to her, and he can't do anything about it.

"Your memory was the only one who got fucked, mine doesn't. So I remember every little thing I didn't even want to. So at least be respectful and don't show yourself to me again."

Killian stood there in awe, trying to understand what's happening. Because what do you mean a God of Mischief is literally listening to her rants word by word? And what do you mean he's getting affected by that?

"T-this is bad, Heather."

"And now you remember my name?"

Heather.

Killian couldn't believe how tears silently fell down on his cheeks. His heart is aching again and he now knows the reason why.

He's been locked up on the underworld for thousand years, and he can only possess a body of a human who happen to have a very similar traits of him. A liar, impostor, manipulator and everything in between. And Rozen is indeed a great liar. He scams people, fool them and use them to his own advantage. But the worst thing is, he's also fooling his own self about many things, and one of them is that what he had with Heather is just a nameless thing.

That guy has a resistance of steel. He's so good at suppressing his own emotions and his truths just to maintain his pride. And Killian on the other hand isn't the same. Let's just say the Trickster God only plays with other's emotions, circumstances and fate, but he's not good at playing and fooling himself.

And this is bad, indeed. Because even if Rozen is dead, all his suppressed emotions remain in his heart and it's affecting Killian as well. The reason why he came running to find her the moment he woke up. The reason why his heart aches whenever she's scolding him, or whenever he sees her suffering. The reason why he's pathetically crying right now.

"Fuck. That guy didn't even move on at all."