Class passes by.

And the only thing on my mind is Mr Johnsons death.

Diávolos came to my house, blood down his thighs and over his hands. What if the blood on his hands were not his? What if he found out what Mr Johnson did to me and killed him? I take my phone out, dropping my pencil on the empty sketch book in front of me. I search up what Diávolos told me yesterday.

But before i could press enter, my phone is snatched out of my hand by Mrs Coffee. "Empty sketchbook Alex? Unlike you." She settles down beside me, a small smile printed on her face. "What's going on?"

"A friend of my dad's was murdered the other night." Her eyes widen in shock, she gives me a tight hug from the side. Rubbing my shoulders.

"I'm sorry for your loss." She whispers.

"Mrs Coffee, do you know what this means?" I take out the necklace from around my neck, Mrs Coffee's eyes stare at for a second. She sighs and pulls down the glass from her head and takes a closer look. Her fingers twiddling around it.

"Ahh, two swords with steel blades in an X shape, as crossed for combat between, if i remember correctly. Evil against good. It also means protection, now, where have i see this before? Oh, I know-"

"Prostasia."

"Mrs Coffee! I need help." She removes her gaze from my necklace and squeezes my shoulders before going to the student calling her name. I groan, rushing my fingers through my hair.

The bell rings, I pack my things into my back and exit the classroom. I push past students before my eyes catch Cathy's.

I rush towards her; she looks up and a big smile portrays her mouth. "Hey slut." I slap my hand against her mouth, and all she does is laugh. As if it was not big deal. I push her into the janitors room, closing the door behind us. I pull the string that switches on the lamp. "What's wrong?"

"It means protection." I whisper. She looks down at my necklace.

"The necklace?"

"Yes! It means protection! I knew it. I have to see him again."

"See who?"

"Diávolos gave me the necklace last night, he came in with blood all over his hands" She rolls her eyes.

"Diávolos is a fucking myth Ali, what is wrong with you?" The door opens, and the janitor glanced at the both of us. We immediately left and hurried to the lunch hall to continue our conversation.

We slide into our seats, and suddenly the news comes on. I glance up.

My eyes depart from Cathy, and all my focus has gone to the television.

My heart drops down to my stomach when I see the sign. I clasp my necklace, and Cathy looks back at me. Her eyes widening. She knows. She finally believes me. Diávolos killed Mr Johnson. The same night he came to me with a wound, Mr Johnson probably have stabbed him with the knife he holds in his left pocket.

Diávolos definitely knew what he did, right? That he tried touching me inappropriately and i felt uncomfortable. "Diávolos killed him..." Cathy whispers. "You were right? But it still does not make sense!"

"You finally believe me." Hang on, the news reporter said Greek. Ares is Greek. Maybe he knows more about the sword than I do. I grab my bag, and Cathy's hands as I drag her out of school. Of course, she willingly follows, "what are you doing? You have a class."

"I need to talk to Ares." I shoot out.

"Why? Are you going to finally make a move?"

"No, I'm not. I just have a few questions to ask him." Cathy and I both get into the car. She starts the car by inserting her keys. My gaze never left the pendant that rested in-between my breasts as she continued the long trek to the tattoo shop.

Why me, Diávolos? What is the point of kissing me? Why are you protecting me? Why are you sacrificing your life for my sake? What is your name? Please show me your face. Trust me. "I'm sorry for not believing you Ali, I really thought you were going crazy. I mean can you blame me? You have been going after him since you were sixteen!"

"It's okay Cathy, I forgive you."

We arrive at Temple Tattoo; I push open the car door and go down. Opening the tattoo shop door, the same lady stares at me but i ignore her making my way down the tight hallway. I push open Ares' door and see him sitting there sketching in his book. He looks up at me. "Ali."

"Ares, I need to ask you a few questions," he looks up at me from his sketch book and nods his head.

"What does this mean?" I lift the pendent up from my neck, and he stares at it for a second.

"Who gave that to you?" He asks.

"Diávolos, he came to my room last night." I refrained on telling him the part that he was injured because Ares is clever. He would figure it out. I settle down beside him, on the bed. "And he gave it to me and said prosterna? Something along the lines."

Ares stands up and steps between my knees, looming above me. He raises the necklace and examines it. And, for some reason, the way he looked at me made me feel the same way Diávolos did. The way he looked at me or analysed something about me. It seemed familiar.

"Prostasia."

"Yes! That word, he said that to me."

"It means he's protecting you with his life, whatever you don't take it off." He mumbles.

"Why? Why not?"

"It's not good. A Greek tradition." I nod my head and watch as he looks down at me.

"He kissed me yesterday," I wanted to see his reaction. I wanted to see how he would respond. His jaw tenses. He turns back to his sketch book and begins drawing. Ignoring my existence.

"Good for you." He whispers. "Go home Ali, before it gets dark. I have work to do."

Something inside of me felt almost guilty, I should not have said that to him. There was no reason too. I stay besides my balcony door, waiting almost for Diávolos to come back. I stood at the corner of it, leaning over to get a better view of the alley.

The rainy day comes with a confident wind, rousing the trees into a vortex of dance. It splatters down my hair but i refused to move. I know he is coming, something inside of me knows. So, I allow the rain to endure me, and allow my hair to flatten against my back. Darkening.

But for some reason, I felt something inside me, something telling me to turn. I turn around and there he stood, Diávolos. He watched me from the corner, staring at my eyes, he takes out a pack of cigarettes and rests one on his lips without smoking it. "Did you kill him?" I whisper, he had eyes that spoke of all things new-born in the spring, of a soul that remained ever young. He nods his head as an answer.

"Why? Why did you kill him?" I knew he would not talk to me. He never speaks. Rain comes down and makes contact with my lips. "Do you know what he did?" He nods. "And you did it for what?" He points to my necklace.

And the words Ares said earlier this morning rinse my mind.

It means he is protecting you with his life.

Evil against good?

I step closer to him, wanting to rip that stupid mask off. "You could have gotten hurt!" I release.

I rest my hands onto his chest, lean forwards. I pull up his mask over his mouth and pull his head down a little for me to reach his lips. I kiss him.

The world ceased to exist for the time our lips were locked together in that flow of rain, distorted and vague as an impressionist masterpiece. There is something beautiful about a rainy-day kiss, a sweet moment that won't wait.

It is that rush of love that is expressed, unconcerned about whether the water soaks through and chills the skin. It is a link that demonstrates the intensity of the feeling, as well as the mutual need. It is a revolt against the elements.

Nature may bring rain, yet our inner sunshine shines through just as brightly. His hands caress my flattened curls. "I want you Diávolos..." I mutter onto his lips; his hands lift me up by my thighs and my legs wrap around his stomach.

He holds me with one hand, pushing me back into the room. We were both soaked, and our wetness of clothes rubbed against each other. He settles me down onto the bed. He towers over me, settling in between my legs. I moan softly, feeling him harden onto me.

His hands trail down my vest, and he sits up to remove it. I willingly help him as i lift my body for it to go over my head. Nothing but my poking nipples were out in the bare open. His lips drag down my chest, I gasp.

Tilting my head back, he tracks his kiss down towards my breasts before abruptly stopping. His fingers brush up against my butterfly tattoo before his mouth grabs my nipples and nibbles on it. I gasp in surprise, not used to the sensation of a man doing this. He gives the same attention to my other breast, before tracking down my stomach.

"Diávolos..." I moan his name, he tugs on my shorts as if asking for permission, and I nod. He slips it off my legs and to the side, dragging my Marvel pants along with it. I was completely wet for him down there. He tosses both of my legs over his shoulders, and before I could even think about it, I felt his hot breath on my clit. I clench.

Then his mouth is all over me, I moan. Covering my mouth with my hands so my parents do not hear me. Butterflies swarm my stomach for him, my back arches as I feel his tongue inside of me.

Then I notice.

D-I-A-V-O-L-O-S.

He is making me come by spelling his own name.

His hands trail up my neck, wrapping itself around my neck where the pendent he gave me lay. I look down at him. Unable to rush my fingers through his hair. And the final S is what hit me, I could not hold on anything anymore.

I released all over his mouth. Huffing my moans, his hands tighten around my neck. My legs fall apart. He towers over me, kissing my lips. Almost as if to taste myself.

Pomegranate.

His tongue sucks onto mine, my hands trail down his biceps before the hem of his shirt. I slowly slide my hands over and his body tenses. "I trust you with nothing but my life Diávolos." I graze his stubble. "Why don't you trust me?" I whisper against the breath of his parted lips.

Not a word.

"Stay...stay just until I sleep Diávolos." And instead of shaking his head, he nods. My heart blooms as I slip my feet into my covers. Naked underneath. I rest my head onto his chest, and my legs onto his stomach. He cradles me. Just like Ares did the night I was drunk.

His hands drag through my wet hair.

"You are the first man who's ever touched me Diávolos." I whisper, my eyes closing as i fall asleep.

"Kai to teleftaío..." I hear him whisper.