My head started pounding and my heart began to race. The doorbell rang and I hesitantly stood up, watching the front door. I began hearing white noise inside my head; the doorbell rang again. Stumbling forward, I fumbled with the doorknob, forgetting how to work the simplest of simple machines. The white noise grew louder and my desperation along with it. The door opened there was silence. She stood before me.
"The bane of existence, I try my best to best to be polite, so I should say that it's nice to see you again, but that would be a lie," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Glorififcus," I acknowledged her.
"Just call me Glory."
At 5'11, with curvaceous hips and a chest to put many to shame, she was a formidable opponent. Her stiletto heels accentuated her long legs jutting out of her overcoat, tailored to cling to her sides, showing off her narrow waist. Her brown hair was cut and styled short, almost boyish, which framed her eyes; they were brown with a heat in their gaze, ever scrutinizing.
"So what brings the Cosmic Whore to my doorstep? I remarked. Her eyes narrowed.
"I've come to deliver a prophecy." She replied boastfully.
"Oh," I sighed, leaning against the doorframe, waiting for her to continue. We exchanged a few funny looks over a moment of silence.
"Well, aren't you interested?" Glory demanded.
"No, not really." Her face contracted this hateful look. "That's not a good look for you, you know. It's a wonder your face hasn't gotten stuck like that over the millenniums." I said, smirking.