Chapitre 77: Yura 'Springfield'* - ???

"Arsène Snow," said the young boy with long ashen hair that reached his shoulders. A sense of pride and disdain radiating out of him as he stared us down in class. He did not seem cold, but I could feel an icy intent beneath his gaze, hidden under a veil of contempt.

I would like to say it was our first meeting, but that would be a lie. He was the one from my dream, and as I gazed at him, I felt something stir deep within me. His cute face, along with his chubby cheeks, all seem to captivate my thoughts.

But he is mortal. How could he have an effect on someone like me? Maybe the other Arseir Gods will have some Idea? Or maybe I could ask the Vanir Gods. I do not want to annoy my mother nor father with such matters, and they are right around the corner.

Shaking my head, time slowly began to slip. We had met a few more times along the way...none of them pleasant. He was to put in words an annoying bastard...a stupid dummy. Yet, no matter what I did, he always seemed to appear within my dreams.

Him standing covering with black flames while I stood across from him. My face, so unbecoming I wanted to find a hole to hide in.

It wasn't long before I personally started monitoring his movements...For educational reasons. His favorite color is purple, yet he never wears it. He loves steaks, beating people up, and pissing people off. His personality is confusing. Sometimes he is kind and sweet. Other times he is ruthless and demonic. No matter how I look at it, it's hard to understand him. His mother, Emma, is a powerful Heavenly Realm along with her husband, Val. As for Grey...He should not be here.

Every day he would train, causing my heart to break, watching as he swung his spear. Did he have no friends? "Maybe we could be friends." I would ask ever so often, twirling my hair, wondering if my dream would ever come true.

Shaking my head, I sneered at my thoughts. He is just a mortal with a broken soul, and once they found me, I will be forced to leave.

My monitoring continued for years before I saw him again. But he was different up close. He stood tall and proud. The wild child long ago was but a dream as he gave me an untamed glance deep within my sight. Causing me to fluster. Thank god, mortals find it hard to perceive higher beings.

I knew everything about him, yet nothing as he intruded himself again to us, this time with grace and perfection with a slight hint of contempt. I had spent nine years studying him, yet, as I stared at him, a single wink caused me to quiver, and for the first time, it finally came to me. '

'I wanted him.'

Our time within the forest of Seriun was so magical and Strange. I had to play my cards right with him, showing that we were still not on good terms, but that quickly faded once we started traveling together. Although, one of the biggest surprises that came to me was his ability to cook. The very taste of that meat had caused my loins to stir with each bite I took. Staring at his devilish smile, I could feel myself getting wet.

'I wanted him.'

Later that day, I found out he was a Child of Bael, that pathic loser. It will always bewilder me as to why my father never killed him. Things did not go well after I spoke to him about him losing control. He was but a mortal tying to battle the Mark of Sacrilege. Something neither gods nor angels can control. It was a constant, a mark that is given to those marked by the Origin of their bloodlines. Not even kings can gift it away; only those with the potential can have it.

That was when I made a mistake; I had told my father about Arsene Snow. It was a foolish decision. I deeply regret knowing he was a child of Bael. Things soon escalated with Genis and me, forcing me to move in with Arsene. A suggestion Father oddly enough came up with.

Arsene was so angry I struggled to contain my laughter as he raged silently. I may have to do this again. Looking at his scrunched face, I found my smile, fully knowing my father would strike one day. Yet the day he took me shopping really opened my eyes to his operations. I had always studied him but never really what he had accomplished.

Watching him so focus, I stared at him as he looked up from his papers. His gaze seemed to freeze as we stared into each other's eyes. Just like me, I knew he could feel it as well. Maybe he will deny the feeling, but we both know there was something there. Like a string tugging at our hearts the longer we were together. Nine years I looked after him, and yet...

That was when it finally happened that whore had entered his room by bending space. When I was born, the Northern Plane of the Celestrial Palace was destroyed by my power. I had an abnormal control of space and time, something both father and mother warned me not to use. So feeling someone bending space was well within my abilities.

Teleporting in his room, I blended into a void allowing me to see them, but they never to see me. I watched as Isaella pushed him down, falling to her knees as she traced his spear with her tongue. My breathing quickly grew uneven as I fell to my bottom.

Hearing the noise of her 'pop's and 'Surps,' I twisted my legs over each other as I began breathing even harder. A heavy pressure stung my loins as Arsene released a load inside her mouth.

I didn't know how it happened, but my fingers soon found their way between my legs, slowly pacing back and forth around my clit. As Isaella moan so too would I, as she came, so too would I, as she begged, so too would I. Looking at the white clouds that covered the ground and sheets, I slowly drew closer, taking it in with a scoop of my finger. With a slight lick, my mind and loins experienced the true meaning of life. I finally understood why the devils envy those within Heaven.

'I wanted him!'

Teleporting out, I fell to my knees as I viciously paced my fingers, back and forth, soaking my fingers in a waterfall of nectar. Arsene's room was soundproof, but I could still hear. I could still see him running Isaella through as she begged for more. His lustful crimson gaze that stirred my very existence, filling my mind and body as he savagely released within both her holes. With a slap to her ass, I came again, showering my bed as he continued. He was so strong, so....

'I wanted him!'

Releasing a load and unbecoming moan of my own, I closed my eyes, falling into a sweet dream of my own. There he stood both tall and proud, fully exposed, staring at me with passion. The subtle scent of Lavender tracing around his body as he gently placed me on top of his bed.

A kiss that took my first came as he gently removed my dress. Slowly tracing my nick with warm, loving kisses before moving down towards my breast with a hint of lust. With a slight flick of his tongue against my nipples, I quivered as my eyes grew wet.

"~Arsene~" I bitterly called out as I rubbed my legs together, "~Please~."

Yet, only a smile seem to surface as he caressed my breast. His hot breath slowly streaming down over me sending shivers through my spine in anticipation of what was to come. I love him...Yes...I love him.

"Yura," Said Arsene, his words soft and warm as he stared at me.

"Wake Up"

With horror in my eyes, I shot awake screaming in frustration. DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, FUCK

Crying my eyes out, I continued watching him over him during the tournament, hiding my killing intent towards Isaella. Arsene was mine, MINE!!! MINE!!!!