Chapter 36

The pair gave off a very intimidating aura, as they entered the studio for the first reading and rehearsal for Tragic Marker. Aoidḗ smirked proudly, as her godly mate allowed a good portion of his true self leak out, and dread filled the hearts of the cast and crew. She had only ever experienced his effect a few times herself, but it wasn't something that bothered her as it would a mortal; although, one would think that they would try to avoid him, not openly stare at his companion as Taira Murasame was doing during the entire two hours of the meeting.

Now, Aoidḗ had been giving off her own intimidating aura that she had meant to inspire dread, just as her husband; however, it really didn't work that way for her, and just made her that much more attractive to Deimos and every other living being within a 40-meter radius of her. Cute, hot, sexy, seductive? Deimos wasn't certain which word was more appropriate to describe the leather-clad goddess of music, but he was certain that every time she whispered a translation in his ear or touched his shoulder and arm, it sent chills of pleasure shooting up and down his spine. He had been mere seconds away from hoisting her over his shoulder, and carrying her off to some secluded janitor's closet to have his way with her in about 15 of the 35 positions he had been thinking of during the meeting.

She was thankful that the meeting had gone well. She'd been a bit worried about him being affected by the near accident he'd had the other day. She couldn't help, but think that some other deity was playing with him, and causing all kinds of mischief. First, it had been that group of miscreants then night they went shopping; then, it was the little boy that he nearly hit because of an inattentive guardian in the crowd of spectators, and his strange, distant behavior. Oh and how could she forget the situation she'd caused at the party by allowing Kijima-san to bring her, because he had been too busy, and she didn't want to bother him. I will never do that again... Thankfully, she had been forgiven, but not without a little punishment that involved a pair of talented hands on her body, and hot lips on her neck and mouth, in a quiet little corner, just before the interview.

She shook her head at the thoughts as she removed the bottle of water from the vending machine, with a slight, unnoticeable shiver at the memory. Well, maybe but only if he punishes me like that again. She smirked inwardly before she heard the sound of a voice that reminded her of fingernails scraping on slate. She honestly didn't care much for what he'd said about her most important man, and she had no problem with the thoughts of disfiguring his face with a bottle of water for it.

She blushed a little when he pointed out that they behaved more like lovers, than siblings. As Setsuka and Aoidḗ, the thought really didn't disturb her as much as it would if she'd been a mortal like Murasame. It was definitely seen as a compliment. It wasn't like it'd never happened in the environment that she and Deimos had been reared in. Her father was married to Hera, his sister and Ares had married Aphrodite, his Great-Aunt through Uranus. Although, it was a bit debatable that they were directly related, taking into consideration the fact of how she was born, and the possibility that she was the only Titan allowed to roam the Earth freely. Yes, what Murasame had implied was definitely more of a compliment than the intended insult.

She groaned inwardly as the pest followed her back to where she was to meet Deimos. She did not want a repeat of the night of the Dark Moon party or maybe she did. The attention he'd lavished upon her had been exquisite.

"Setsu, what took you so long?" He murmured to her, glancing up at her semi-stalker.

She sighed a little in irritation. "I'm sorry, this annoying pest held me up."

Cain/Deimos let his aura of dread out in full force and gave Murasame a spine-tingling look. "Piece of shit, come near her again and I'll rip your fucking arms off. This is your only warning. Don't forget it."

If the look Murasame was given wasn't enough, the warning most certainly did the trick. He felt as if his bladder had instantly filled and his bowels had been filled with a large stone. His face paled and all blood left his limbs. He had never felt such and overwhelming sense of irrational terror in his entire life. His mind went blank, and his body couldn't have moved even if the floor gave way beneath him.

He watched as the Shinigami wrapped his arm around the small goddess, pulled her into the room with him and shut the door, after giving Murasame one last baleful look. He made a hasty retreat. He needed to make a sound plan to "test" Cain Heel as the director had requested. He honestly was not looking forward to something like that. The one little encounter that involved his sister, was more than enough to make him want to run and hide.

How in hell does Kantoku Konoe expect me to test Heel-san's "temperature" if I feel like I'm about to lose my soul every time I get near him? W-Wait, maybe he was just that way because I was talking to his sister. Ugh, disgusting. How can anyone be that way towards a relative? He groaned at the thoughts, as he drank another sugary soft-drink and gobbled down a candy bar.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea." He murmured almost incoherently as he sat in the shadows, remembering the horrifying images that flooded his mind, after barging in on the siblings' meal. He took another sip of the new soft-drink he'd picked up. Thinking about his little encounter caused him to slightly crush the can before it had been emptied. He sighed as he stared at the deformed container. I really hope this doesn't become a habit with this filming. He thought and took another sip, finishing off the sugary concoction.

Thankfully, he had been distracted by the others as they gradually came to him and started conversing with him. He no longer felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest, and his bodily functions had returned to normal. He couldn't help, but brag a little about his "good ol' days". It made him feel a little more secure in his self-inflated badassedness. Although, one really can't hide a clear look of dread when the God of Dread and Terror enters the room with his beautiful wife at his side, and one honestly can't help, but stare at the ravishing beauty when she clearly matches him all bedecked in leather, chains, and that attractive, divine aura that is indicative to a daughter of Zeus himself.

Yep, he absolutely knew he was going to die just for staring at her, when they walked in. There was no doubt in his mind at all, about it. The only thing he could do, is not let the man see him tremble as they prepared for the mock fight scene. Well, he really didn't need to worry about trembling in fear too terribly much. The pair had successfully pissed him off by implying that his brain was full of freaking holes! Now, he just wanted to pummel Cain Heel. He was fully expecting to land a few punches, but he'd been sadly disappointed, and quickly educated on the skills Cain Heel possessed. Had it been a real fight, and Cain/Deimos wanted to truly harm him, he wouldn't have come out unscathed. Murasame had been rushing at him filled with emotion, and Cain was thinking with his head. He had never noticed how Cain had switched the knife to his other hand, and could have easily sliced him to bits, had he wanted to. For the second time that day, Taira Murasame felt like he was going to faint like a little princess.