Chapter 1: Midas

Readily, I secured my thick, charcoal gloves to my hands, and then I threw open the strong, wooden door, and stepped in confidently. A throne made of gold secured itself in the centre of the stadium of Mythos, standing out in the room of crimson, part elegant, part horrifying. This was going to be fun. Balzac loomed in his great chair lifting himself up so he was watching me from high above.

'A new job came in, Midas', he grinned, while being the embodiment of confidence.

'What is it this time, Balzac?', I questioned into his large, soulless eyes,while curiosity lingered and seemed to not leave.

'Funny you would ask to be honest', he croaked as he glided down the stairs in less than a second. I huffed at his response, and glared, shaking my head and my arms decided to wrap around one another.

'You pulled me away from something important for this. Tell me what you want now, or I'm leaving', I demanded, my rage becoming more and more intense. In situations like this one, in a room belonging to death incarnate, I would normally be a lot more cautious, but I had a lead, and this was taking me away from it.

'Calm yourself for once Midas', he grinned.

Annoyingly, I could feel a very prominent vein pulsating in my head. With annoyance being very clearly all over my face, I turned away before death could hit me, because I had been rude.

Balzac eyed me and called out while tutting his lips,' I'll send you the information, you're going to Earth, Midas'.

'Humans, again..?' I was thinking to myself, but this was none of my business, so I drowned the thought before it could arise again - I didn't like those parasites anyway.

'And what, exactly, do I get out of this', I questioned.

There was a silence for a moment, while trying to read Balzac's expression.

His eyes turned upward, and a second pair opened themselves fiercely after.

'Freedom'.

The corners of my mouth curled in anticipation.

Full of woe, I sigh to myself as I walk through the mundane world that is Earth. Poverty, hunger, depression - It's like being in the land of Micah, where Mythos are killing each other every second of every day. It's just a lot more sadness than anger here. I'm soon to be depressed if I have to stay here any longer, so I need to complete this job soon. Mythos are mythological creatures humans normally believe to be 'Demons'. However, instead of leading to people's demises, we make them do it themselves, we engrave desires into humans, and destroy them from the inside-out, and we ,very much, are real. That is how it has always been.

I hesitate for a moment, as in the darkness of the streets around me, in all of the forest green and dark brick reds, I see a yellow glow. I found you.

As if she heard my voice, she turned around and caught my eyes, her mouth widened and then she ran. I walked after her, feeling as though there were a storm behind me. I taunted her.

'Hello little witch. I know what you are and what you've done and you know what I think you should do?'

Gradually, her running increased, seemingly tormented by her impending doom.

While she ran, and I stomped through the streets, the little witch found herself running into a dead end. While colours flashed past the walls as the dead of night grew closer and closer, her time was running out, and in turn so was mine.

'Just give up already little witch', i grinned.

Frightened, I could see it in her face, the epitome of mortification. I quite enjoyed this part when it came to 'jobs' - watching the fear very much surround them, and the life slowly fading as I got closer to my prey.

'Leave me alone! I don't want any trouble, I just want to be alone! Please', she spoke in exasperation.

And then, a flutter of hope surrounded her, her aura had changed from a dim yellow, to a booming white beam - I knew exactly why.

Halos.

Just my luck those high-horse Eye worshipers would try and ' save ' another of these creatures. Swiftly, I grabbed her hand, and pulled the witch toward me. And then we disappeared in a blink.