V: Diana's POV

"Gaia damnit," I cussed.

I watched his towering frame walk away from me. A shiver ran down my spine. I sensed he had a devilish grin on his face. His chiseled stubbled face.

"Stop it Diana," I muttered. "It's not like he's the first man I'd ever seen…"

I mean he was technically, but that wants the point.

"No! Diana think clearly," I added. "Get him alone, kill him and go back home. That was the job mother gave to you…"

The lights of a million building illuminated the floor around me. It was a beautiful light. It was nothing like the star lit skies of home. The stars were so far away, but here it was almost as if I could reach out and touch them here. I placed my hand on a spot of light on the marble floor. Could I truly find happiness here? This place was everything home wasn't, it was alive. That was a feeling I'd long to feel.

For a moment my hand lingered in the light. It basked in the white glow of some distance street sign. Sadly, the feeling of freedom was consumed by the darkness of my mother's face. I could see her face in my mind scolding me for being weak. A failure for not killing a man who did nothing wrong. He helped her… He could have been a powerful ally even. But no all men were monsters...

"You have to make mother proud," I said as I shook the dark thoughts from my mind.

No, I need to put my mind to purpose. He murdered Circe in cold blood. Even though it was his task. I could only imagine the number of people he's killed in his lifetime. Probably far too many to allow him to live much longer than tonight.

I took a few deep breaths before I tried to get onto my feet. After two failed attempts to stand on my own I crawled over to a glass end table to the right of me. Bracing myself on the sides of the table I finally stood to my feet. I waited a few moments before I tried to move any further. I centered myself as I held on to the table.

"Which way did he say go?" I thought to myself.

I glanced around his enormous bedroom. The room was wall to wall glass with an oversized bed in the middle of the room. Everything was black save the white marble floors. The sound of water turning on startled me. I looked behind me. There was a corridor that had a light on. I started to head towards the light. I tried to take a step forward but, I stumbled. I lacked onto the nearest piece of furniture, an ottoman. Clinging onto it for dear life, I looked for another piece of furniture to grab hold of in the direction of the lit corridor. I plotted my path forward. I clumsily maneuvered my way forwards. Holding onto different pieces of furniture scattered across I made my way to the wall next to the light. My hand landed on the wall with a thud. I took several breaths as I used the wall to hold myself upright. As my hands touched the wall I felt the vibrations run through my hand. It was a low trimble, long and slow. It was almost rhythmic. The vibration swept through my body. What was behind that sensation? Curiosity got its hold on me. I needed to see.

Following along the wall the sound of vibrations grew intensity. I couldn't explain it but, each vibration it did something to me. Something deep down inside I knew it shouldn't, but I didn't want to cease. My heart was racing along with the rhythm.

As I reached the end of the lit corridor my eyes were met by a wall of steam. The warm air hitting my lungs like a breath of fresh air. I almost forgot the deep vibrations of the door frame in my hands as I closed my eyes. I let the warm air calm the sickness that had taken hold of me.

"Oh Diana…".

My eyes shot open as I heard him. His voice was deep and harsh. It was almost animalistic. Why would he call my name in such a away? I stumbled through the doorway until I hit the sink.

Thud… I hit the countertop.

I began to pray to myself, "Please don't hear me, please don't hear me…."

Looking up from the sink my eye look up to the foggy mirror. I held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. And nothing. I let out a sigh. He hadn't noticed me. My shoulders finally relaxed somewhat. Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed something green resting next to the skin. It was an emerald straight razor.

"What game was he playing?" I thought. "What man leaves any type of weapon lying around?"

I glanced over my shoulder. My eyes were met by a glass shower covered in steam. Through the fog a only a massive handprint appeared on it. He was distracted doing something.

"Men are foolish girl," I heard my mother's voice in my head. "They are easy to get rid of..."

"Strike now," I thought.

Swiftly I slipped out of my cream sandals before I reached for the green blade. Taking it into my hands I gently stepped towards the shower. I made no sound as I moved. The shower was a massive pentagon shape with the door inside on the opposite side of his hand print. I sauntered around the shower until I reached the door in the back.

"For Themyscira," I mouthed as I reached for the shower door.

With the blade tightly in my hand, I opened the door to the shower. A wall of stream kissed my face. It was almost impossible to see anything. And then it happened. Through the thick stream he was in all his glory. He was a beast of a man with a massive. His head was tilted forward as the round shower head above him rained down on him. A full back tattoo of an 'S' engraved on it. It flexed tighter and tighter. It was made of a plethora of smaller symbols I couldn't read, but they moved with purpose. Looking up his body I saw his fingers scrunched up against the glass so till they were almost white. With the shower door still in hand I felt it. They rhythm. Where was it coming from. He wasn't moving, was he?

I looked all over his body trying to see that he was doing. Suddenly a flash of movement for his other hand. It was so brief that I barely noticed it. His free arm was moving in and out faster than the eye could see.

I took a step towards him barely making a sound. I raised the blade in my hands right to the back of his neck.

He growled…

I thrust the blade downwards towards his exposed neck. In mid swing he turned around and grabbed me by my wrist. He did not speak a single word as he stared down at me. There was a fire burning in the back of his eyes.

"I'm starting to enjoy this little game of ours," he said with a smile.

His voice was deep and low.

"What game?" I asked.

There was something in his eyes that suprened me and I liked it. He tilted his head to the side. He was amused at me question.

"You trying to kill me," he replied.

My heartbeat quickened the longer I stared into his red eyes. He leaned in closer to me. He breathed in my scent as he took in a deep breath. Or did I breathe him in. He smelled of something, something my body wanted. I watched him close his eyes for a second. A growl oozed from his lips. He was distracted. The opening I needed. I pulled down the blade in my hand and dug it deep into collar bone area.

"Forgive me," I muttered under my breath.

I held it down for a moment before he opened his eyes once more. As his lids opened crimson flames started to pour out. His eyes were gone. I was taken aback by the sight of it. He had flames pouring out his eyes. Releasing the blade I took several steps backwards until my back hit to glass door behind me. The blade was still stuck deep within his flesh as he just stared at me up and down. My eyes followed suit. I couldn't help but look at the naked man before me. He was a god amongst men. He looked as anyone on the patheon would.

"Tsk, tsk," he growled.

Swiftly he reached for the blade and pulled it out of his shoulder. The blade clinked to the ground. The wound on his chest had a toxic green hue about it. It spread through his body illuminating his veins.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to poke an animal," he continued as he took several steps closer towards me. "We are dangerous…"

As he spoke I played out several scenarios of how to get out of this. The blade was behind him already. He was too quick for me to make another attempt with it.

"Are you an animal?" I asked back.

He walked closer to me leaving a trail of crimson flames behind him.

"The most dangerous," he replied. "Now what shall I do to you?"

I took a defensive position.

He laughed, "Did you enjoy the show?"

I was taken aback by his question.

"You know the one where you were enjoying my touching myself," he continued.

I scoffed as I clenched my fist tighter. He continued to move closer to me. He was unfazed by my position. I took a swing at him. He dodged.

"I did no such thing," I replied as I swung again.

He grabbed my wrist. I twisted my way out of his grasp and took a jab at his face. It didn't move. Again I grabbed hold of me as I went in for another attack. I whirled around him until I was on the side of the shower that had the green blade.

"Oh but you did," he said.

I reached down for the blade….

He smirked at me as he grabbed me from behind. How fast was this man?

I felt his arm wrapped around my waist. As my back collided with his body I felt the warmest sensation radiating from him. My feet no longer touching the ground as I felt him lift me up. I felt his hot breath against my ear.

"Your heartbeat gives you away," his growled in my ear.

I get out an audible gasp. It just came out. I didn't know where it came from but it did. I felt alive in his arms.

"By Rao," he hissed.

His grasp held me tighter as he heard me moan. My body reacted on its own. I back arched. My butt pressed into his crotch.

No, no I need to finish this…

I have to go back….

...His hardness pressed against me and it was…

"Stay with me and you'll feel this always," he cooed into my ear.

"Kill him DIANA!" I heard my mother shouting in my head. "KILL HIM NOW!"

Tears welled up in my eyes…. He made me feel… Real. I couldn't kill him. He

"Let me go… please." I muttered softly. "I can't do this…"

In that moment I felt my feet touch the ground. The warmth that was his body was gone. I turned around to see him several feet away from me.

"Just tell your mother you killed me then," he said coldly. "Not like she'll leave to double check. You are free to go…"

There was a sadness in his eyes. The flames in his eyes faded to the purest of blues.

"I…"

I tried to speak but in a flash he was gone.

"...don't want to leave…"