Tears streamed down her face as she calmly brushed her hair though the movements were anything but soothing. Robotic if anything, her eyes couldn't meet the ones in the mirror in front of her. Her father had warned her about her behavior. An abomination he had said to her before her mother shushed him and forced her to retreat to her room. She muffled a sob with her hand. The brunette wish she could stay in the rest of the night but of course that wouldn't be allowed she had to accompany her parents like a good little girl. She was just another pawn in his plan for political and financial advancement.
Her tearful face turned into a scowl with that thought. Rising from her chair she looked over to the bed onto the beautiful hotel bed. There laid a black cocktail dress with gold trimming, simple yet elegant. She wished to go back home not have to go on these mundane trips that were imposed to her by her father.
"Father" she said slowly to no one in particular that word made her stomach turn to knots. A few touches of make-up later and she reached for her clutch heading to lobby of the hotel. Her father and mother were there already accompanied by their usual lackeys. Her father was an entrepreneur and influential man in Washington D.C. though she wasn't exactly sure what he did.
"Ahh darling," came her mother's velvety voice the voice of old money. "You look splendid as always, don't slouch" she said with a click of her tongue and then a plastic smile.
"Sir the car" said Mathews one of her father's oldest servant. The man nodded taking his wife's arm and leading her into the limousine.
The eighteen year old looked out into the beautiful city, Stuttgart. She smiled remembering that the benefit would be held at one of her favorite museums. The brunette was a lover of all things art; paintings, music, and books held her attention and heart.
After a few forced meetings between herself and the rest of the people there to lick her father's boots she wandered away stealing a flute of champagne and looking above from the staircase of the museum. She pursed her lips at the scene below her at the elite who thought they held the secret to happiness.
"Danke," she said with a small smile to a waiter heading down the stairs before grabbing another flute.
She could stay here all night listening to the orchestra enjoying being away from the entire charade that came with her family name. Given the chance she would throw it all away and open an art gallery somewhere modest or renounced she didn't care she wanted a life without all protocol and game playing.
The clicking of steps broke her from her musings; she hoped it wasn't her father's manservant Mathews. She hid behind a pillar as the steps stopped at this heart began to pound.
Please don't be Mathews, please don't be Mathews she chanted in her head.
The brunette peeked behind the pillar her hazel eyes clashing with emerald green eyes. The rest of his face was just as captivating. His eyes challenged her and she couldn't help the lust that came out from her.
"No need to fret, dove" said the smirking man. His voice was vibrant and smooth much like the champagne she had been drinking. Just as the drink had done she felt dizzy, intoxicated. Her breath caught in her throat but before she could answer a chuckle left him as he began to turn.
"Who are you?" she questioned before taking a step forward.Shit she thought had that been foolish.
"Your King" he replied heading back down the stairs, a cane in his hand and a dark look in his eyes. The woman stood still in shock. Her hands began to shake at the menace in his voice the threat and pain evident in it. Normally her first instinct would've been to laugh it off or perhaps call him a crazy man but she felt that he was not the kind of man to take that lightly.
A crash and screams broke her train of thought. "No…." she gasped running down the stairs throwing etiquette out the window while trying to look for her parents through the crowd and chaos.
The green eyed man had taken Heinrich Schafer a scientist she had met a few days before, the exchange had been brief but she recognized him.
She stared in disgust as the man ripped out the scientists' eye and began to walk out the entrance. In her daze she had been pushed against a piano her dress ripped to her upper thigh as well. Her head hit one of the piano legs, she touched her head. Blood had begun to seep out. The man had changed out from his long coat and scarf into some sort of armor and helmet. She blinked again surely she had been knocked out or delirious. She made her way outside to the street with the rest of the crowd.
His voice rang in her ears as she realized this was neither a dream nor nightmare. The man who introduced himself as Loki began to speak once more a powerful energy radiating from him.
She had missed most of his speech but caught the final "Kneel" and the pointing of the scepter he held.
She knelt with a scowl scanning the area for her parents, Damn it she thought what if they had been inside trampled by the guests inside.
An old man stood up defying the demon she had come to know as Loki.So long old man she thought as Loki look down at him as one would an insignificant bug.
Her hands began to shake again, no not now she cursed she had to run get out of here she couldn't do anything to help the man. Another part of herself reprimanded the weakness of the other half. She stood from the crowd of German citizens.
"Stop, please" she yelled earning concerned and nervous looks from the crowd.
The man looked at her surprised as well, "No child stay out of it" he said.
"Sephone" she snapped.
She was tired of that word in particular; with it being thrown at her. She felt another snap. The floor had begun to vibrate she took two small breaths.
Unfortunately for her the god had noticed the small power. Well well well he mused. This had been an interesting development he chuckled.
"Enough, I did not come her to watch a child an old man bicker. But if you wish to save your elder so much, very well take his place."
The brunette braced herself for the impact of death. She looked out into the crowd .The scepter aimed at her while she scanned the area. The crying of women was heard as well as the shouting of others in the crowd. She caught her father's eyes. He was unmoved an unreadable expression on his face, she gave him one final smile.
"Nothing lasts forever," she said to Loki her eyes boring into his. He looked at her with what one could confuse with madness but she saw the empathy in his eyes before she saw black.
Dull lights and a headache were the first things Seph noticed when she woke. Her vision seemed to be blurring but she recognized the light coming from the window. How was she not dead she thought.
New York what am I doing back home she questioned before grabbing the wall her head was pounding. What time was it? What day was it? She wondered
A shock dropped her to the floor. Her body began to spams a sharp pain traveled throughout her body. She felt helpless, pathetic once more.
A tall blonde man stepped from the shadows the electric device in his hand, "Loki needs to know just how much you can do."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your limits have to be measured, I don't detect anything but master insisted," he said his blue hypnotized eyes showing no emotion.
With the little strength she possessed she pushed herself into a semi-sitting position and spit at the blonde man. His face made no change he merely wiped away at the spit.
"I see," he said softly shocking her once more the intensity higher this time causing her to fall into an unconscious state with one word on her mind, Loki.