Hot Tempered

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~Chapter 52~

Gimi's eyes glistered with happiness at the thought of hearing her beloved Master's command. The lesser legion pulled a disgusted face that seemed like he was tired of hiding. But it was ignored as Gimi was spinning around as she couldn't contain her happiness.

"Finally!! I get to go out and kill someone"

"Remember, you are not to kill them, but to capture them and bring them back. We do not have an idea what the master wants to do with them," Zanir spoke up, gaining their attention. He slowly stood up and casually leaned against the wall like he wasn't in consistent pain. 

Gimi rolled her eyes at him but said nothing in return as she moved her attention back to the lesser legion. Looking like he was getting fed up with the conversation and wanted out, he tapped his feet on the floor.

"Well then, if that would be all," He bowed as he turned around, "I shall take my leave now" 

"Mmm, Good job," Gimi giving him a thump up. He causally walked out, closing the door behind him. The lesser legion sighed as he walked off, holding the wall as he walked. 

He was having the same concurrent headaches for a while now. 

"I have forgotten something… or someone," He said to himself. He stopped just beside his bedroom door and slide down on the wall as he held his head with his hand. Aggressively gripping his hair. He gripped and pulled it in hopes that it would distract him from the migraine he was having.

"WHO? WHO HAVE I FORGOTTEN?" He cried out in the vacant space, where he sat.

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Zanir hummed to himself as he stared at the closed door the legion just walked through. He was suspicious of that lesser legion. As unlike the other legion, he had the audacity to not only look at Gimi in the eye but also make annoyed and disgusted faces at them. 

'But you wouldn't dare, would he?' Zanir thought. He was so deep into his thoughts that he was deaf to Gimi calling. 

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, snapping her fingers in front of him. 

"Did you notice the look on that legion's face?" He asked, brushing her fingers away from his face.

Gimi gave a lightweight thought about it as she immediately shrugged in disregards, "Who cares about a powerless, weak, and nameless legions?" She asked, like Zanir was incredibly dumb to ask. 

"I suppose?" He replied, but still not brushing it off, 'Maybe I should check on it later?' 

He shook his head and immediately the pains from his wound shot up to his bone, sending pulsing pain through his body.

"Gimi heal me," He commanded, as he pressed on his opened wound. 

Gimi turned her head at him, "I suppose" she replied. Though she agreed to heal him a moment ago, she turned her back on him and faced Malgrin. 

Malgrin, who had being slipping from consciousness over and over, had fluttered his eyes opened.

"I was hoping you wouldn't wake up. I was ready to punch you to life," Gimi said, staring down at Malgrin with her arms folded. 

Malgrin sighed, as he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him as the first thing he saw was Gimi's disgusting silver-white hair mixed with her cunning violet eyes.

"How disappointing," he muttered weakly, but it was still loud enough for Gimi's ears. This immediately annoyed her as she impaled him deep in his stomach. It was so deep, the belt came out from beneath the bed and stuck to the stony ground.

Malgrin coughed out black blood from his mouth from the sudden impact of Gimi's clothes. "You seem to forget, your life is in my hands"

Malgrin, still holding on to his pride, rolled his eyes and opened his lips to respond to him. But unfortunately, she wasn't having any of it. She twisted the belt like a drill, deepening the already opened wound.

Zanir watched as Gimi tortured his colleague. Gimi really needed to know when and where to control her anger. "Remember, Master said to heal him, so you both can head out for your meeting," he said, walking close to her. His bleeding chest pressed against her back as his blood stained the back of her clothes.

"So it's better you heal him than kill him," He added.

"I understand that… So step away from me. Your blood is getting my clothes dirty. Get off me," She said, not even bothering to give him a second glance.

"I need to be healed, too. I told you to heal me"

"Step away from me," She repeated as the thin threads of her clothes flared up, puncturing both men. Zanir and Malgrin had to wait some seconds before knowing if she was torturing them some more or actually going to heal them. 

Zanir noticed the hole in his chest was becoming smaller and smaller until there was nothing showing the wounds.

Gimi rubbed her brows as she looked at Malgrin. "That's the most I am doing for you. Get some lesser Legion to pay attention to your wounds"

"I have lower chances of getting better with you around," Malgrin insulted, but it passed through her head

 "I better go get ready. I wouldn't want to disappoint the master," She smiled sweetly to herself, leaving the men alone in the room.

"The crazy has finally gone," Malgrin said, sitting up from the bed. Flexed his arm and rotated his shoulders to see if they truly were healed.

Folding his arms, Zanir leaned against the bedpost as he stared at Malgrin. "You messed up," he said calmly.

Malgrin sighed, feeling washed up by disappointment. "I know, and I intend on doing it right this time around." He answered, lifting his eyes to a glare.

"But the girl and the goddess. And I would kill that pathetic slave for satisfaction"

"That's the determination"

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In Alverton Summit.

Bunasis let out a stressed groan as she threw her arms over her head. For a goddess of sleep to be sleep-deprived was unheard of. But that was what she was… 

Sleep-deprived. 

She had gotten no sleep since Diysus collapsed. She had so many things to do, regarding the memory loss, Diysus and Sephtis mate. And also Astus's mate.

Astus had strangely come to her, asking her of his own mate. Hecca. Seeing as suddenly his two brothers were getting matings, he had at the very least hoped that she would have any news regarding hers. 

After all, higher gods don't die. 

So why couldn't he feel her presence between the immortal realm and the mortal realm? That was the only reason he believed she was dead. There was nobody that was found after the war. He had being beating himself since the war had ended for not being able to protect her. But now that it seemed like grace was shining upon his brothers, he had selfishly hoped that he would also have his own luck.

But could it really be called selfish? Bunasis thought to herself. He only wanted to find out if he had any chance of gaining any information on Hecca.

~Sigh, "These brothers and their overbearing personalities," she muttered to herself. 

"Are you talking about Astus, Diysus and Sephtis?" A voice asked. Coming out of the shadows was her brother Zahohr, the god of Nightmare. He was the complete opposite of Bunasis, the goddess of peaceful sleep and slumber. 

Bunasis was a goddess with a complete white eyes, from the pupil to the iris to the Sclera. Her entire eyes were completely made white, like the clouds. This is mixed with her iridescent white hair.

While Zahohr's had the opposite of that. The god of Nightmare had a complete red eyes, from the pupil to the iris to the sclera. His entire eyes were made of blood shot red. This was also mixed with his Luminescent black hair. Sometimes it was nerve-wracking to look at. Just the sight of him was enough to give anyone a nightmare.

Which, ironically, that's what he was the god of.

He stepped in, holding a silver tray that laid bite snacks, a carafe of the golden nectar and two chalices. It seemed like he was planning on spending some time with his dear, busy sister.

"Who else would give me problems other than them?" She replied, lifting her laid head from the table.

Zahohr placed the tray on the table and began serving them. He noticed by his right that Bunasis had already finished a container of the golden nectar.

He chuckled loudly at his sister. This picked her ears as she lifted her brows in question. 

"What is so funny?" She asked, biting into her crackers. 

"No, it just that after drinking this much of the nectar, you still aren't drunk out of your mind"

She shrugged her shoulders, and she turned her attention back to the research she was doing. "That just shows how much work I have cut out for me. I have so much work I am not even permitted to get drunk," She sighed as she dropped her tired head on the side of her brother's stomach.

Zahohr lifted his hands and calmly brushed her hair off her forehead. "You have worked hard," He complemented. 

Bunasis lifted her head up with a grateful smile. She would be always grateful to her brother because he, and only he, knew the amount of time and effort she puts in her duties as the goddess of sleep. After all, her duty is to go around giving blissful sleep to all immortals and mortals, while also translating their dreams for them. 

The only difference was that, at least for the mortals, she could easily just bless one of them with dream interpretations or something in relation to that. But for the immortals, especially the higher ones, there was no way she could give her duties to another god to do for her.

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Prime Court is their Judicial court. You can liken it to the Supreme court.