Author's Note: I know the story is broke up into short sections, but its so I can update more often, without long gaps between updates. Also, this may not flow the best in all places, but I'm trying. I've never written anything like this before ever, so honestly, I don't know what the hell i'm doing.454Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAa3tnCfQDF
Perhaps, before I tell the rest of the story, I should tell you how he and the Goddess became acquainted. It was a late December evening, as he was walking home through the snow.
Who is he, you ask? Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know, no one does, but his story is still important. Anyway, he was walking home, the bitter cold chilling him to the bone, his thin jacket offered little protection, but he couldn't afford anything better.
He wasn't a handsome man, not with the scar running down his face, or with the misshapen nose, the small, squinty eyes. Any looks from passerbyers were ones of scorn or disgust. Mother's pulled their children to the other side of the street when he passed by, and teenage boys found enjoyment throwing rocks and garbage at him.
But on that day, she looked at him, right at him and smiled. She was a beautiful blonde, the type of woman he always tried to date, and was rejected by every time. Except she didn't reject him, rather she stopped and asked about his day. It was shocking to him that such a beautiful creature would speak to him without mean, hateful words. In truth, he wasn't used to that, for ever since he was a small child, he had been mocked, been called cruel names, and tossed aside by society.
The next day, he saw her again, and again she smiled at him. He couldn't help but notice that everyday she seemed more and more beautiful, and everyday she seemed to have more and more of this inhuman glow. Then, as days turned into weeks she began to speak more often, never to the people who passed by, but only to him, and that pleased him. She started to walk with him, slipping her hand into his at first, then later into his back pocket. She stayed close, sometimes rubbing against him in the most suggestive manner, not caring who was present to witness such a scene. He felt something strange, something stronger than the usual sexual desire one feels toward a pretty lady; this was something stronger, a sort of obsession with the Goddess, though if she didn't like the attention, she never let it show.
No one is sure how he came to call her Goddess, but it was the name he gave to her, for in his eyes she hung the moon and stars. Her cold, calculated behavior was evened out by passionate lovemaking she sometimes allowed, the nights of sex in strange places, not caring where it was or who could stumble upon them. Her strict demands lessoned by the things she taught him. He learned to hide his disfigurations, disguise them temporarily, so they weren't as noticeable, and taught him the most important thing-how to charm a lady.
It was because of those skills that he had taken his first victims life, after winning her over with his charm. That, and of course, the Goddess' request to do so. They disposed of the body later, in the well on the property of a well-known criminal. The Goddess watched him closely as he pushed the body into the well.
"I know how you can own money. You see you have almost everything women want. You only need one more thing:money, and I know just how you can get it."
Author's Note: So this was going to be longer, but writer's block hit.454Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsLXfo67Du
