Killian
"Oh dear heavens, you are embarrassing!" Fuego burst out into laughter, so loud it echoed in the four corners of Rozen's soulless room. Killian darted the fine man in his early 30's with a death glare.
"Sige lakasan mo pa. Kapitbahay lang natin 'yung tao oh." The Trickster God hardly tried to rest himself on his newly brought throne.
Fuego immediately shut his mouth and kneeled upon realizing his mishaps. If he could just let the ground swallow him up, he probably did. Who would have thought that a God of Flames like him and a currently famous actor in this lifetime is just an underling to the Trickster God? A Trickster God who happens to inhabit a body of a plain and boring egocentric graduating student. "I'm so sorry Lord Killian, but you really are down bad. What do you mean you wanted to see her again? Didn't you just spend the whole day pestering her?"
"Aaaah! I know, right?" He loses it. The Trickster God pulled his own hair and no matter how he sits in his new red velvet throne chair, he doesn't feel satisfied at all! He decided to stand up. "This is all Rozen's fault. This is because of this heart and this body!" He pointed at himself, but Fuego couldn't really help but to laugh.
He couldn't believe that the monstrous and cunning God of Mischief that he worshiped all his life has fallen into a downfall, just because he possessed a body who has more emotional tolerance than the God will ever be. Killian fumbled so hard he can't even control it nor pretend like he isn't affected by her. Like what's the point of being a Trickster God if he can't even fool his own self for some trivial things?
"But that didn't happen before, though? When you possess a politician named Stefan." Fuego sat on Rozen's bed and took a glimpse of the dim lighted room next door. Heather's room. Well, since Rozen and Heather are literally neighbors, even their rooms are just next to each other and Rozen's window is parallel to Heather's. That's maybe the reason why Heather blocked hers with all the black fabrics she probably has.
"In fact, Stefan was happily married with two kids when you possessed him. It was a hundred years ago but you didn't have a thing with his wife, right? So why would you have that kind of feeling now?"
Killian signaled the God of Flames to come closer, and so he did. When he could finally reach Fuego by the necktie, he grabbed him real hard and slammed him on the ground. "Idiot! It's because regrets and suppression will always be heavier than expressed feelings. Get it?" Killan scoffed as Fuego tried to pick himself up to pieces.
"Even if Stefan was a corrupt official, he sure is a lover boy. A loving husband and a loving father, that guy is so shameless he can't even feel regrets for the things he stole from the poor. What more about trivial things such as love? He sure did live his life to the fullest."
Killian rested his case and tried to rest his mind too, but no matter what he did he still couldn't get her off her head. He tried to gaslight himself into thinking that was just the side effect of using too much power in order to possess and maintain a human body, but still, he seems to lose his sense of restraint. He's lovesick.
***
Speechless and stunned, Rayne couldn't help but stare at the same place where the superstar Felip parked his car earlier. He has been gone for a minute now but the highschool sister of Rozen can't still believe that his brother has a connection with an A-list actor.
Not just a mere connection, it was as if the superstar Felip worships his ordinary brother. She can't believe either that Rozen made her find a way to contact the superstar right after seeing his billboard near the highway. Not to mention how Felip literally cancelled his schedule just to accommodate her brother's request of meeting up today.
"Kuya, how the hell did you know Felip?" she immediately uttered, the moment Rozen walked past her.
He, on the other hand just squinted his eyes and took a bite on his chocolate donut. "Who the hell is Felip?"
"Omg? The hot and gorgeous guy that visited you today, of course! The one who gifted you all of these fancy things and delicious foods!" She pointed out every boxes and shopping bags that has been surrounding their medium size living room.
"Oh, his name is Felip." The Trickster God shrugged his shoulders and nonchalantly took note of Fuego's human name in this lifetime.
Before witnessing Rozen's sister's mental breakdown, he decided to go back to his room upstairs, for he has a lot of things to do for tomorrow.
He was supposed to regain his powers by absorbing the negative energy from humans, make himself stronger in order to get back his original body from the underworld, and plot his revenge on the God of Light. Who would though he'd end sitting in the cafeteria with Rozen's friends, talking about the most unimportant matter the next day.
"So it's been 5 years since they broke up? I mean, since we broke up?" Killian slammed his hands on the table, and the guy wearing a band shirt just nodded.
"Well, according to her it wasn't a break up, since what you have was just nothing at all. She said you shouldn't call it a break up when you didn't even call her yours, when you still had her." The guy with varsity jacket added, in which the band shirt man nodded with.
He likes nodding a little too much, doesn't he?
"I agree with her, to be honest. Because I don't even get how people in situationships can easily call someone their ex when things are over, while they were having a hard time to call it love when it was still going on. Like bro? How can you call it a break up when you didn't even start anything at all?"
Killian gulped and keep his head low. He knew they were talking to Rozen and his selfish waltz with Heather, but he couldn't help but to feel guilty for the things he didn't even commit. Well, that's what he gets for challenging Rozen's friends to tell him about their past, saying he had a short term memory loss and he just wanted to remember her.
Now look at him, feeling like there was a flame on his chest and no matter what he does, it just keeps on burning and burning. Too much, it reaches his eyes.
"Parang tanga naman 'to, ngayon kapa iiyak iyak jan, 5 years na nga! Tama na." The varsity jacket wearing guy tried to console his friend, but it was no use. He feels everything that Rozen kept on burying on the ground and it's too much for him to handle, as if he was the one who hurted her.
And it's shattering him too.
Good thing he didn't bring Fuego to the university despite how he insisted on accompanying him. Or else he'd have a non-stop laughing machine beside him.
But to his surprise, the band shirt man just stole Fuego's role of laughing at his misfortunes. But this guy's laugh isn't loud nor offensive though, it was more controlled yet heavy. "Heather will always be the one that got away, isn't it? Despite how many years it has been, despite how many girls you have been with after her, and despite how your memory isn't serving you right anymore. It's still her." He smiled emotionlessly.
Making the Trickster God to stop his tracks and examine the guy's features. Pale skin that matches his sharp eyes, jet black hair, and probably a jet black heart. Killian was glad to hear some additional information about Rozen and Heather's past, of how this isn't the first time Rozen cried for her and he never did that to other girls. But this specific friend of Rozen caught his attention too.
"Do you feel sad that Heather was my TOTGA and not you?" Killian innocently asked, making the varsity jacket guy to burst into laughter.
"Ang lala ng tama ni Rozen bro! Huhu!"
"Do you perhaps want it to be you? The one that I couldn't forget?" Killian was genuinely interested to know this band shirt guy's side too, because despite how the other Gods and Goddess of Heathens disapproval for love in any form, he doesn't give a single fuck.
The Trickster God doesn't believe in cages and limits on who a human can be and can be with. That's one of the reasons why he was loathed by the heavens. But well, the band shirt guy just rolled his eyes and smacked him with his empty paper plate.
"Gago! Ginawa mong backburner yung ate ko pagkatapos mo kay Heather noon! Hindi ko nga alam bakit kaibigan parin kita eh!" The band shirt guy headlocked Killian and wasn't planning on letting him go as quickly as possible, but all of them stopped their shenanigan when a man close to Felip's age stood in front of their table.
In an instant, it seems like cold water splashed them in the face upon seeing the man's features. A chilling gaze, refined jawline and fitted body. It suits his formal wear and narrow rectangular glasses that was supposed to soften his intimidating eyes, but it didn't.
For Rozen's friends, it was their terror literature professor and they were in utter shock because they haven't passed their activities yet. Killian on the other hand seems to forget how to breathe.
Because for him, the man who's standing in front is none other than Leviathan.
The God of Water.