she was angry -Katarina, Asma & Marcos-

// ¨Personal picture, a gift for two friends of mine (owners of Katarina and Marcos.) hope you like ^^// 

It was an unusual day at the mansion. The house owner was upset and she had all the reasons to be. Rumours had spread about her, all of them coming from a woman who hated her seemingly. It was an act of pure jealousy that forced the malevolent woman to make her move. She sought to destroy Katarina and the rumors were starting to harm the family. Asma heard of them and realized that some of them involved her. She wasn't hurt by them, she was more worried about the fact it was now known by more people than needed and the children might suffer from their adult agreement. It made her fly straight to the mansion. On her way to the habitation, she was thinking of what to say to the king and her mistress, maybe stop their relationship, take a break from the whole family. It made her upset but if she had to leave, she would do so. Landing in the garden, the pink haired Elder walked towards the front door and knocked a few times. Marcos welcomed her, wearing a casual tank top and black jeans. He bent forward to kiss Asma to greet her, but the elder shook her head.

"I don't.. think it's a good idea. Where's Kat? I came to see you both, we have to talk."

"I know love. She's in the living room.she's quite cranky by the way so you better--" -But Asma had left already. She hurried to the living room and froze.

Katarina was indeed upset. Asma had never seen her in such a way before. Her sweet and sensual mistress was nothing more but pure anger. Her physical appearance was slightly different, her eyes were glowing, like pools made of liquid ivory, her skin was even paler but her legs up to her knees and her arms were now a solid ebony. Her perfect body was naked but there was nothing sensual about it.Asma swallowed hard and hesitated a bit. She felt the negative energy overwhelming the room, oozing from her. The raw power that made the air thicker and crushing her body. Would Asma have been human, she would have died already for the amount of limitless power was unbearable. Yet, she was no human and decided to step in. Katarina felt her presence and soften slightly her features. Her voice was different, darker, ethereal and for the first time, Asma did realize that she was in front of another goddess, and not just a goddess, but the daughter of Death herself. It sent shivers down her spine and she quietly sat on the floor, legs crossed and hands on her lap as she was looking at Katarina with a worried face. Marcos was nearby, leaned against the front door. He was upset as well, the whole issue with Katarina's enemy was annoying him. If it was simply about a woman having a temper tantrum, it would have been ignored, but now that their children were attacked as well, he couldn't tolerate it.

"I am glad you finally came sweetpea. We were worried about you." -Said the brunette goddess without looking at Asma.-

"I......had issues to deal with, nothing too important. I heard... I heard rumors."

"That's why she refused to greet me the proper way." -Joked Marcos. Under different circumstances, Asma would have thrown him a pillow but none of them really had the heart to joke. She simply gave him a tight smile and looked back at Katarina.

"I figured. Do not bother about them. I will handle this shit on my own."

"Who is she, Katarina?" Asma furrowed her brows. She was hesitant, could she really touch her lover's hand? Could she try to comfort her the old ways? It was new, and the atmosphere was suffocating. Her golden irises shifted from Katarina to Marcos who shrugged.

"Some bitch you don't need to bother yourself with."

"I need to know! She's spreading rumors all around. Maybe I should... I came to say that I should not come back to you. The kids---"

"Don't be /Ridiculous/ Asma! Please! You know better! you're not going to bow down in front of this whore! This is exactly what she wants! I can't afford to give it to her!"

"What she wants? Who is she?? Fill me in!" Asma furrowed her brows. She refused to be told what to do and left clueless. Someone was trying to destroy the family of her lovers, her friends, her mates and she refused to let this happen. She hit on her lap and grunted. Katarina's white glowing gaze finally was set upon her and her upper lip was lift.

"Asma. You will never meet her, or I'll make sure you don't. It's family business anyway."

"I need to know." The elder's voice was firm and she furrowed her brows harder until finally, Katarina softened up a bit.

"Fine love, I will tell you then. My father has chosen another bride. We didn't get along very well since we first met and she kept trying to hurt me and my family. I have been very patient with her, very patient... but she went too far. She threatened my kids."

"She did? Oh.." Asma started to realize that it wasn't much about them which somehow achieved to reassure her.-

She noticed the change of atmosphere, the rise of anger inside Katarina and glanced at Marcos to seek some support and help. She wasn't easy to scare, but Katarina was scary when she was angry. Her face wasn't soft and loving as it usually was but angry and closed. Her hair was moving like snakes, undulating at an unusual pace, that only emphasized Asma's fear. The black of her arms, when looked closely at were in fact made of energy and were swirling, like an unstopping current. Katarina was made of darkness for she was the daughter of Death, so she became darkness whenever angry. Hatred was filling the room and the death was overwhelming the living room. Asma panted slightly, trying to resist as much as she could but it was proven useless when her lover stood up suddenly.

"She will pay, I swear on my life. I will teach her to respect me. I already have an idea of what I am going to do."

"Any help from me Vixxsin?"

Asked Marcos who quietly crouched next to Asma who had lifted her hands to grab Katarina's legs so she could keep her balance and not faint. She tilted her head to the side so she could stare at the grim reaper who revealed in a glow his true form to Asma. He was wearing a large coat with a hood, like what they thought, he wasn't a skeleton. His skin was very pale, almost gloomy. His features were a little more emaciated, his eyes were red pools and his teeth were sharp, pointy, deadly. He looked like death, he was one of its pawns after all. She wasn't shocked, for she expected them to look terrifying and understood that Katarina wasn't really fully transformed, just right in between. She was just very uneased because of the feelings and the atmosphere she barely could fight against. As she was panting, she clung to the soft flesh of the brunette goddess and leaned her head against her belly while her eyes looked at a fully transformed Marcos.

"I will be fine on my own. I prefer to have you look after the kids. Asma..come on beautiful... look at me." -She made the young elder look at her and softly smirked. as she stroked the soft cheeks of the pink haired lady. "You came all this way for us, we better be good hosts right?" -It was a rhetorical question. She did calm herself later though but Asma would never forget what she saw. She didn't even think she wanted to.-

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