He placed his hands on the gate. Suddenly, thunder roared out of nowhere and hit the gate! Unfazed, Theodore took his hands off. The electricity bulged as an energy ball circled around his fist in entirety. The gates opened in a whoosh! He stepped in. The subatomic particles near his surroundings heated up and entered the main landscape, green grassland, fresh at first glance, but for someone like Theodore, he felt it: the grassland was actually living dead. For observers from outside, it would look flourished, but inside, at the quantum level, it was all dead.
Theodore cautiously stepped onto the veranda, observing everything very keenly. The armchair was very fragile; the nails armed in it were rusted, and so was the iron door. When looked at from outside, it was as if galvanization had taken place. Theodore kept his ear to the door, alert. He stepped back and moved sideways as suddenly a thin black foam shot through the door, unaffecting the door itself. Reality split. Fractures spread like broken glass, swallowing the air itself. The particles swirled, drawn into the wound.
Theodore dodged multiple such attacks. Then, using his electrified hands, he repelled one attack back, busting open the door in a bash! Suddenly, a huge gravitational alteration happened. He was unaffected by the change; he was able to move under the high gravity. Then suddenly, the cloud thundered, and he looked at it.
"That's the biggest blackest cloud I have ever seen in my entire life!" Theodore said in surprise.
Suddenly, the cloud started releasing projectiles like before, which he dodged. The difference was, this one was faster than conceptual speed itself and a lot bigger. The attacks landed in effect before causing damage.
"Really? 60,000! For this shit?" The projectiles aimed at him omnidirectionally and reaped through him before even landing, tearing him into powder!
The atmosphere calmed down. A dog passing by the trespass looked at the house; for it, everything was clear, still like stagnant water, normal atmosphere. It walked off. Then, emerging from thin air, was a curvy, tall, pale woman whose pupils were dark, as was her eyeshade; she wore a kurta. She looked everywhere, panicked, not knowing where to run. Then, looking at the gate of the entrance, she grew more depressed.
Suddenly, a blade was tucked at her neck.
"Don't you dare move!" The voice was calm, it was Theodore.
She smiled, tears flowing through her eyes. "You're still alive. I'm glad I can at least tell—" Suddenly, Theodore threw her inside the house by grabbing her neck. She hit the floor, fell down; her ankle hurt.
"Nah, I ain't got time to die properly. I got questions, ma'am. You know you're a spirit, but that energy level… that energy… that attack above the concept of dimensions... I can't tell what's all this?! How are you worth only 60k? How did the Counters state that you're weak? What reality-bending power do you possess, you old hag?!" Theodore asked in a clash of anger.
Scared to see him in front of her in an instant, she moved back, but out of the blue… the salt ring emerged in a circle… Theodore's eyes glared with a fire of emptiness!
Present time
"That day, I was slouching, as always, cursing my existence eroded over years, sitting in a corner, trapped in these walls, then I heard those couples, Prakash and Amruta, entering through the door smiling and very casual. He was a tall man, taller than you… six feet two inches and a quarter. The woman was five feet eight inches tall; she was pouty, a model-type archetype of a female…" she began explaining the incident.
"How's this? I bought this place at a quarter of the discount; can't believe I got this at such a low price." Amruta said, taking his tie off.
Staring at her with a lustful gaze, Prakash flung his hands through her, pulling her closer. Prakash was a fine piece of art, tall, with good facial harmony, his muscles vivid and toned, his hairstyle a wolf cut! He looked like a shining star in the midst of dim light.
He cupped her cheeks; she flustered like a kettle on fire.
"Prakash… Mm… not now!" Amruta tried to pull him away. But he was irresistible to her; he locked his eyes to hers, eating her in with the very stare of his naughtiness. Amruta leaned to him. They locked lips!
"Ahem! Ahem!" Theodore interrupted the spirit's speech.
"I'm not here to listen to the audiobook of an old French romance! Prakash… tall. A fine piece of art. Wolf cut. Tonal muscles. Shining star. Lip lock. Girl. You're supposed to be narrating a death trap, not pitching a K-Drama on your school crush like a fourteen year old." he declared.
"You lack patience; no wonder why, even though you're powerful, you're just some nobody in the organization!" the spirit said in lowly but mockery-bonded deadpan.
"Wanna get killed?" Theodore warned with a cold stare! "Please let me explain!" she startled.
"I-it was then that they had a bit of intimate time, but then I realized all that was just to manipulate her for his needs, not anything sexual, but…"
Then he mentioned a type of ring she had which was her family's heirloom, a typical emerald. It seemed as if he wanted it, not by force, but from her own hands for some reason! Which… I don't know, she refused the request, although she was never detached from him when she rejected that proposal." The spirit narrated the incident in a low voice.
"Babe, I'm just fascinated by that. Someone like me from the archaeological department, for curiosity, I am just attracted to the gem when you showed me that!" Prakash tried to convince Amruta.
Amruta fidgeted as Prakash nuzzled her neck. She pushed him away with a smile, "No! I can't show you that. Grandmother would never allow that. She always reminisces about guarding it from evil forces. I wouldn't believe something like that, but she is pretty strict, she risks her own life to protect it!" Amruta said in a slightly loud voice.
Prakash's face silently grew disillusioned with rage.
"You can't give me that, Amruta?" Prakash asked in a cold stare. Amruta stepped back, looking at Prakash. She could feel something malicious, not the Prakash she knew, whereas frowing very much darker.