CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO (82)

"Exquisite, just as I remember" he smirked widely as he peered at the celestial creature sauntering into the hall. Step unvarying and sluggish, face differentiated and barren, jaw clasped. He instantly stood up from the seat, matching over to her, catching up with her in the middle of the room as he pulled her into his arms, bathing in her redolent orange scent but mixed with sage, his eyes snapped down to her neck, he found a bite mark laid peremptory on her neck. He grimaced in repugnance and veered back, moving away from her as if he felt sweltered while his eyes went obdurate and his nose breath out fire and the smirk on her face made his lividness combust.

"Hello Rhamione"

Rhamione, the heavenly god of frost stepped back, his acrimony rising with every passing second as he realized this lady in front of him was unique, there was a variety of past and present.

Her hair still twinkled that deep orange color that he ad