Chapter 2

• Callisto Point of View
• Silence...
• Pin drop silence...
• But not calm.
• The silence did not overwhelm the pattering of rain and roaring thunders. It was as if nothing can deafen the moment than the silence that settled between me and the stranger girl who is staring at me from quite some time.
• "My Lord!" She breathed out in a surprised whisper. I, on the other hand, felt the chill running down the spine again when our eyes met.
• The way she whispered with a surprised and an insane look, it gave me chills for the first time in my life.
• "My Lord!" She gasped suddenly when she saw a deep wound on my hand and ran to me with quick steps. The rain was nonstop and it was thundering terrifically but the girl standing before me doesn't seem like she cares about herself much.
• She is literally drenched cold to the bone yet she is trying to tie a handkerchief around my palm.
• "M... My... What?" I frowned at her.
• I stared at her closely, inspecting her from head to toe in a detailed way. She looks young in jeans and a top. She has a bag around her shoulder with books which means either she is a student or she teaches.
• But what surprised me the most was what she called me.
• "You are hurt, My Lord." My Lord!
• What the hell is she calling me?
• Who calls a stranger that way? And why the hell is she treating my wound?
• The way she held my wounded hand like it's not a hand but something more precious than gold and diamonds and more sensitive than a glassware.
• "I am not your Lord, girl. I'm –" I was about to tell her my name when she cut me in the middle and shivered in cold with a smiling face.
• "You are My Lord because you are a God." I looked around the dark empty wet alleys to find no signal of mental hospital staff or the mental hospital ambulance.
• G – G – God?
• She means the God type God?
• What the snap gave her that impression about me?
• "G – God?" I asked her trying to snatch my hand from hers. Somehow she looked like she is as asylum resident.
• "Yes, My Lord." She answered without making an eye contact as she was busy searching for something in her bag and tend my injured hand.
• I am a God? From when? From which angle? I thought I'm a Devil?
• "The one who hurt you had made a great sin, My Lord." She mumbled, taking and glove out of her bag and fitting it to my injured-now wrapped hand.
• "Excuse me, Miss. Who exactly are you?" I asked as irritation coursed my mind. This little girl stranger is weird.
• She wouldn't be more than twenty one. She looks quite young and her hair reached to the middle of her back in wet curls. But what is strange is her eyes.
• They hold a deep adoration, devotion and very high level of insanity in them. The way she looked at me with such devotion made me want to puke.
• I still don't understand the weird vibes I'm feeling right now.
• What exactly are they?
• "Oh I'm sorry My Lord, I'm Albina." She replied with an apologetic look and bowed ninety degrees before me in submission. "And I'm here you serve you here-forth. Please accept my services and devotion towards the greatest of the Lords who has taken a rebirth for the establishment of peace. I wish to assist you in defeating your enemies and be a key weapon in your fight to safeguard our human creatures."
• My mouth almost touched the wet ground and the rain water might as well make a lake out of my agape mouth if I keep it open a little more while.
• "What do you smoke?" I asked her curious to know the weed. If I really get hands on the drug, I can make trillions if the effect is something similar this girl is displaying.
• The girl stared at me in confusion and tilted her head in question. "Smoke? I don't smoke, My Lord." She answered, taking out something from her bag.
• I wanted to leave right away from this place but this insane girl held my hand in a tight grip. "Stop calling me that. I'm not a Lord and I don't know who you are. What nonsense are you spouting out?" I asked in a low dangerous voice that people are scared of.
• I have a deep hoarse voice and to add to it if I talk in a low whisper, it makes people shit in their pants.
• If the people I'm talking about are sane and smart enough but my dangerous voice had no effect on her. In return she just smiled at me with understanding and pity.
• Pity? Towards me? Why?
• "You are a God, My Lord. I saw the symptoms and signal from nature already. You don't have to keep it a secret from me. I know it is better for you to hide your identity but not from a worshiper like me." She said smiling softly towards me. She pulled out another handkerchief from her bag and wiped my face with it as if it an everyday occurrence.
• While wiping my face, she stared at me curiously when her eyes showed the bright realization. I wondered what it might be that she realized. I wished she realize she is wrong in her assumptions but when she opened her mouth, my hopes went into drain.
• "I think you still did not find your light back. You must have not gotten your memory of your past life back." She nodded to herself and pulled out an empty coke can from her bag and pierced its sides into small holes.
• When the can is pierced with small holes on either sides, she pulled out a candle and match box.
• What is she doing?
• Candle?
• Coke can?
• Match box?
• Why is she carrying them?
• But what is more stunning to me is why the heck I'm still there standing in cold rain, drenched and shivering but still standing there helplessly.
• It was as an invisible force is acting against me to stop and keep me still.
• The Cuckoo girl... yes a cuckoo, she is an insane crazy girl and cuckoo seems to be a fitting name for her. She doesn't deserve her original name at all.
• She placed the candle on the ground before my feet and lighted it up, immediately placing the coke can over it maybe with an intention to protect the fire from rain and wind.
• "Fire is like a common way to approach a God and almost all the religions in the world light up fire in many ways to please their deities." She said while kneeling down in from me. She looked up to me and smiled gleefully at me with a proud crease forming on her forehead.
• Goodness... the heck is wrong with this girl?
• What nonsense is she talking?
• Does she always go around lighting a candle in from of strangers and call them God?
• "With every cell in my body, with every breath in my lungs, with every little energy I have, I, Albina Rae White, only daughter of Gregory White and Nadia White, only cousin and sister of Zinnia Mae White, promise to fulfill my duties as a devotee and a person of great importance in the life of My Lord who was reborn into a human body with a mysterious and hidden reason. With a hand on my heart, I will assist him in regaining his memory from his past birth and will help him find the reason for his rebirth. I will put my life in question if I have to protect him and lead him to his success. The destiny that awaits him, the betrayal or the harsh life he incurred in the past life will be avenged and the justice will be restored back. I feel pleasured to be the one who found out the walking deity in earth and with all the due respect, devotion and loyalty, I will accomplish the task the destiny has trusted me with."
• Oh my my my... isn't she a lost case?
• In the long speech she uttered, I did not understand a single word. I heard them but nothing made sense to me.
• So, according to her I'm a God who freaking took a rebirth to fulfill a incomplete task and restore peace in the world.
• Wow... how did she come up with something so stupid and damn it, Why me?
• What made her believe I'm a God?
• Now I understand why Harold chose this place to hide. With this girl here or with people like her here, not even the real God would be brave enough to break the boundaries.
• "With this, I bow my head to My Lord only and will be a source of his energy with my prayers and devotion." She stated at last and bowed to me still kneeling down before me.
• And that was how it all started!
• That awful fateful night has turned my life worse. The darkness of the night I felt comfort in, is no longer a relief to me. Nights turned nightmarish and days turned helpless and senseless devote-ish.
• I regret going after Harold that night!
• And from my very first regret started the journey of a poor helpless Mafia and a blinded devotee of his!
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