A good strategy, I would have except no less from her but she was lacking in execution. Trying to use her beauty to lure a bigger prize is a great idea. There was one small problem I don't think it was working that way she wanted. Not with that Channel suit she was wearing if I had a say the thing would be burned before it would be sold it just look tacky. Pink with large yellow polka dots were never in style.

"Cat, don't say that" I chided her, "I can't believe you've been come so negative."

"My name is Ceyx."

"Yeh, Cat. I really think you should back off. Did you have to try for my basin or was the Botox potions weren't working for you anymore?" I said, making a small move.

"My name is Ceyx. Little girls that can't talk probably really should stay in the nursery." She said as her aura s.h.i.+fted from red to blue. She was annoyed.

It was the good old days. At this time I like to annoy her by calling her "cat". It is hilarious and thoroughly enjoy it. Since it was the only thing I could ever do to get back at her for negotiating the deal my mother with the old man. In the first hundred years of my life, I didn't have enough courage to really get revenge over my parents' separation. After that, however, let's just say that I enjoy making Cat, a cat.

"Whatever," I mumble and turning away.

Just looking at her made me want to cut her to pieces. Alcyone Ceyx was an eagle-s.h.i.+fter and she was the real reason why I hated those supernatural movies.

There was nothing good from her visits. She was the last nail that made my parents file for divorce. She set up mother who at the time was a close friend to have dinner with the demon lord she jinxes at the alter years ago in neutral territory was a good deed. Six months later he turns out to be husband number two. She doesn't regret what she did and would do it again if there was an opportunity. After all making money from luring my mother to a little dinner that did not harm anyone.