Eugene Ari Darian

Lonely is not being alone, it's the feeling that no one cares about unknown

Eons later,

Eugene Ari Darian's POV

The portrait looked a lot real like I imagined the real deal to be. The beautiful fountains in the middle of the city as the evergreen grasses keep their leaves, Zeus' statuses hung all over the city. Flogging the canvas with powerful strokes, I thought about what it would be like to be there. Laughing, chattering, and mingling with my kind.

I sighed, dropping the pitiful thought. What use were dreams that could never be actualized? My heart ached so much, it almost felt physical. My hands moved to grasps my chest as the pain grew bigger. I have been stuck here for decades with no sight of light at the end of the tunnel.

This world has nothing left for me anymore. I could have said I've seen it all as there was nothing to move me. The places were all the same. The same old buildings and statuses. They had nothing new to offer. The same history.

"You are doing it again," came the voice of my mother who stood by the door and dropped her gaze about my studio in disgust.

She looked as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be in history. Dressed elegantly and adorned with numerous pieces of jewelry, my mother looked stunning. Her lashes curled and a smile was plastered on her lovely face as she gazed at me but it wasn't her usual smile, she looked pained. At times, I think she had regrets about having me. I reminded her of a past that was probably a nightmare for her. She had to hide me away and I still wondered why. Everything about my existence was a mystery to me and whenever I asked, she would shush me up saying it wasn't right. It's been centuries, when was the right time?

"You look like death or should I say Hades," I couldn't tell if she was trying to crack a joke or if she was being serious but whatever it was, I wasn't in the mood for it. It wasn't like I showed my face to anyone to care about my appearance. Wanting to retort but knowing my mother, she'd likely have a meltdown as she was that easily offended, I just let it slide.

I tried concentrating on my painting again, completely ignoring her presence when the sound of her footsteps leaving the room rang in my ears and the sound of pots and pans kissing the floor replaced it. Not being able to cope with my surroundings anymore, I marched to the kitchen to see her bending over the gray stove, probably wondering why it wasn't turning on.

"Mother, I'll handle that," I took a hold of her hands and dumped them on the counter before she did something crazy like burning down my studio.

"I learned to cook a few things in the last century you know," she stated while crossing her hand over her breast.

I just hummed, not wanting her drama. I had enough of them in the past decades and I'm pretty sure I'll have more of them in the centuries to come. She could get overly dramatic especially at the worst times.

She was getting angry at my silent treatment and her mouth fell open but nothing came out. I guessed she realized I wasn't up for her antics.

The street below us was busy with honks of cars and businesses trying to close up before nightfall met them in the open streets. While others were busy with their hectic duties, Mother and I were having a peaceful dinner, at least it was peaceful until she opened her crazy mouth.

"What is wrong with you?" She inquired angrily with her face flaming up like hot sauce. I calmly threw a piece of my dish in my mouth and chewed lightly.

"I'm talking to you Eugene Ari Darian!" now I knew she was mad. She only used my full name when she was furious. She was now on her feet and her eyes threw daggers at me.

"I'm fine Mother," I replied lowly with my fork down. I was beginning to lose my appetite

"Talk to me son, what's wrong?" She asked more calmly this time, taking her seat again.

"I said I'm fine!" my voice snapped at her and I took the dishes back to the kitchen.

I was back in a few minutes after washing the dishes only to find disappointment heavy on my chest. She was gone. I went back to my painting thinking of the horrible dinner that took place. She was upset I wasn't being open with her but she wasn't opening up about things either. She never once told me about my family. She was the only relative I knew. I still pondered on why she never allowed me to visit Mount Olympus.

I just sighed as I knew she'd be back in a month or two while I'd be cooped up here, in my quiet little studio. I couldn't exhibit my paintings. Keeping a lowkey was prior important as my cover could be blown. Having to move from place to place once every decade so no one would notice I hadn't aged a bit caused me to have no friends. I could never visit a place twice for the fear of been noticed.

Sometimes I'd wish I would find love but I guessed I was like Athena who wasn't fazed by love. Or maybe it was because I knew I'd live longer than her and even if we got bonded together and had offspring, I'd still last longer than them and that would break my heart each time till there was nothing left.

I also wished I could die but even fate wasn't merciful on me as that could never happen. I was doomed to live forever. My mother said I was a gift but I knew better. I was a curse, to perish alone for all eternity.

Eugene Ari Darian's POV

I stood in line for coffee to get my day started. It was likely one of the few interactions I got. I scanned my surroundings, looking about the tiny shop which was a few miles from my studio, my sanctuary. It wasn't much, fully packed with caffeine addicts like every morning and less later in the day.

The walls were peeling off for having not been painted in years. The doors were also worn out, about to fall off their hinges. While the counter and coffee machines must have seen better days. It was really rusty but even with those flaws, they still made one of the best coffees in town. Had me wondering where all the money went.

The bell from the entrance chimed, alerting the arrival of a new customer. Turning my neck to get a look at the person, I was stunned, not by her beauty but by how ridiculous she looked. She was frantic almost like she was late for something with a little sneeze now and then. There was nothing I hated more than tardiness other than couch potatoes but that was beside the point.

A little wind blew through the open windows, flying her hair in her face hiding her eyes from my view. Curls of her strawberry blonde hair were in disarray. Her arched brows and nose possibly straighter than a rule stood out. But her most noticeable features were her lips, plump and soft looking. I could see all these even from a distance, one of the perks of being a god. Her coat which was extravagant for sunny weather covered her neck which I imagined to be slender to fit her oval face. Her figure was shaded from my eyes by her coat.

She walked through a door located at the side of the shop and returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee while I was still in line. She smiled sheepishly at the female behind her who said something I didn't care to catch, dressed in the shop work shirt which compromised of a floral design. She walked away, going to take a seat by the window. It looked to be the only new and good stuff in the worn-out shop. Her fingers took control and began typing away on her laptop which I didn't notice earlier, completely oblivious of what was going on around her.

I got my coffee and the barista's number causing a chuckle to leave me. I always knew I was a bit of a looker but I didn't let it get in my head. I glanced down at the piece of paper enveloped between my fingers, not sure of what to make of it so I squeezed it in my shorts and took my leave. I knew one thing though, I was going to call her.

I might not be into the whole love thing but I still got libido. Being a god only made it worse. I could hardly get the thoughts out of my head. It was ninety-five percent of what I thought of in a day. I would seem like a sex addict to a mere mortal. The women in this century were dead sexy and sex with tying the knot becoming more rampant only helped my case.

Walking back to my studio, my steps steady and my hood back up, I painted the day away and retired to my humble abode at night, not excited about what the next day was to bring.

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Three weeks later,

Dressed in a plain white tee-shirt, biker jeans, and some boots to go with it as girls killed for that look, I glared heavily at my reflection in the mirror. My jet black hair refused to obey me so I left it messy. The ladies loved that which made it in my favor as I was going to see Allison, the barista from a few days back. Not that I needed to put in any effort. She was practically begging to get in my bed.

Confidence oozed off me as I walked into Elite's bar. A contrast to the name as it was for anyone in town. On their will, my eyes spotted the blonde at the far end of the taking sips of a drink.

"You look beautiful," I said from behind her and she turned to give a heartwarming smile.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she flirted back whilst eyeing my physique

Rule number one, when flirting with a lady never say you look hot or sexy especially on a first date. It gave the impression that all you wanted was her body which in this case was all I wanted but-

"It took you a while to contact me," she continued, pulling me out of my head

"I've been busy," I said in a monotone, taking a seat, hinting I didn't want to talk about it

Rule number two, when out with a lady don't go too deeply about yourself as it made you look mysterious and they love it. A little like a bad boy vibe.

"So, how long have you been working at the coffee shop?" I inquired

"Two months now." she dropped her drink, giving a nonchalant response

"And how has it been so far?"

"It's been good, the staff all seem nice though the pay could be better it will do for now. Not like I plan on making coffee for the rest of my life," she laughed, rubbing her hands on my thigh, a little too close to my crotch for friendliness

"Let's talk about something else. I can tell you don't want to talk about yourself so why don't I tell you about myself?" She suggested to which I agreed

"I'm a student, currently in my second year at college. I'm still clueless on what to major in but as they say, you only live once right." She laughed "I'm just taking it slow. See where the wind takes me." A little smile appeared on her face

We chatted for a little longer while before heading to a nearby hotel. It was a little too old for my taste but my current state after seeing her that dark, body-hugging, low cut, red dress wasn't helping. The piece of cloth hugged her curves nicely, leaving very little to the imagination.

Heading to our assigned room, I began pulling at her zipper wanting as little clothes as possible between us. She was just as enthusiastic, aiming at my shirt and belt. She jumped on the bed and I followed, ready to give her the pleasure to last her a lifetime.

"You are so wet for me Allison," my voice was extremely low, just how they like it

I crawled out of the bed, taking her v*gina in my mouth. I slowly licked it up. The sour taste pouring out like a tap. Her c* was red and swollen which meant she was completely aroused.

I sucked hard and slowly and she moaned quietly which annoyed me. I wanted her wild and euphoric with her screaming at the top of her lungs.

I placed my hands behind her, effectively grabbing her hips then slowly down to her ass and squeezing it. A loud gasp filled the room and I went higher with my mouth, worshipping her body.

Her tiny b**bs stared at me, tempting me to suck them and I took the challenge. Her tiny n*pple went in my mouth. My tongue rolled around it before biting softly on it. I moved over to give the same attention to the other, earning a bonus with her grunts and moans.

Her hands were restless, running up and down my abs, eager for something and I knew what it was, I just wanted ready to give it to her yet. She needed to earn it.

Her entire body was adorned with sweat which only aroused me more and it was evident with my hardened sh*ft. I was tempted to just take her then and there but I wanted to kill time. There was no rush.

I didn't know when she mustered up the strength and pinned me down. I wasn't pinned but I didn't stop her. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to give you half of the pleasure you've shown me today." Her voice was hoarse and she was out of breath

"I don't think you'll be able to match me hon," I smirked. I good challenge was needed in bed.

"Wanna bet?" She looked confident plus I was eager to see what she had to offer

Her eye had a seductive glint and I watched her perform magic with her tongue. She kissed me slow and hard, going all the way into my mouth and massaging my lips. Soft kisses were later placed on each of my n*pples, her teeth grazing them, just enough to tease. I hissed in annoyance.

Hot breath ran down my stomach till they got to my cr*tch and her lips opened up to take my shaft, only half getting in. Hot saliva licked me slowly and I gripped the bedsheet, my head floating in the clouds. She was indeed good at it.

"D*mn the gods," I groaned, trying to make her take all of me into her mouth. She was able to take a little more and she did wonders. My sh*ft tingled with her hot breathe adding just the right vibes.

She suddenly stopped and my half-closed eyes opened up hurriedly, wondering why she stopped. She was on top of me, taking all of me inside her. I didn't have to do anything. She had it covered, bopping up and down my sh*ft. I pumped happily inside of her. She dripped wetness and arousal. Her wall tightened around my d*ck, enveloping me in its warm juice, squeezing tightly.

I took a hold of her hair, pulling it back as she rode away on my d*ck. It only aroused her more as her legs turned shaky. It was getting harder for her to ride me so I turned her around, her knees on the bed, as I took her from behind. My b*lls slapping her with each thrust.

Our sweaty bodies aligned as we took each other to another universe. One with climax and ecstasy. Our bodies studied each other in ways unexplainable.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul - unknown

Eugene Ari Darian's POV

My eyes opened slowly to see the clock hanging loosely on the wall. It was halfway on the floor and read two in the morning. I walked to an adjacent room to what I presumed was the bathroom. A curse left my mouth at what looked to be a shower but was covered with mold and algae.

I walked back out into the bedroom and simply wrote a note, thanking her for the lovely night, and went back to the bar to have a good time. Quickly, I wore my clothes, bumping into bed now and then as the jeans refused to let go of my ankle. I was out the door in minutes.

It was less crowded than earlier with few people passed out at some corner and empty cups loitered on the tiles floor. The music boomed loudly from the speakers which annoyed me due to my sensitive hearing. The crowd at the bar and lessons the bartender couldn't have been more relieved having to listen to different folks with different problems and giving good advice but that wasn't what had me staring.

A lady sat in the middle of the chaos as her shoulders hunched, her body shook with each sob as she bawled her eyes out, sniffles left her. She was crying and the few clubbers awake were probably too drunk to approach her.

With quick, long strides, I was in front of her, pulling back a seat for myself. She looked at me with parted lips and said

"I want to be alone if you don't mind." she wiped a single tear

"I do mind, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be left alone to cry."

"I'm not crying so please leave." she straightened her spine, relieving her back from its slouched position

"Then what is that?" My fingers on their own accord pointed to her cheeks where a fat tear laid

"It's nothing," she swiped it off smoothly

"You know, it is said that sharing your problems with someone helps." I tried prying her to open up to me

"That's not true, your problem is your burden alone, there's nothing to share. It just becomes a known problem to everyone," she licked the rim of her glass

"Well I say otherwise," I laid my head on the table and waited for her to open up which she did after some quiet seconds, as quiet as a bar could be. She seemed to be thinking.

"I don't usually share my problems with strangers but I'll likely never see you again so what the heck," she gave a light laugh at the last part

She eventually told me about her ex-boyfriend who she dated for three years and how he was bisexual and cheated on her.

"I'm still in shock, he seemed straight till a few months ago," she lamented, a hard stare on her glass.

"I started noticing these late-night calls and texts. He even ended a night of fifty shades of grey for a call he had claimed was from a childhood friend," she shook her head in disbelief

She took a deep breath and continued with hands crossed on the table

"And when I toned in on the call, I felt a lot of things but hearing a male voice, I calmed down and gave it rest, sleeping off while waiting for him."

"They spoke for four good hours," she released some air and her voice turned high pitched as she hit the table in annoyance

"Three weeks later, a guy called again and they spoke about really emotional stuff. That's when I began suspecting but I didn't want to entertain the thoughts."

"I gave him a surprise visit and you won't believe what I saw," I could see the pain in her eyes even though she was trying to hide them

"He was getting anal from another guy!" She slammed the table and shielded her face from me. Her hands were up in her face as she sobbed quietly into them. I began putting her back in an awkward manner, not sure of what to say after her rant.

"You are not very good at this, are you?" She gave a little chuckle, gesturing to my hands patting her back but I just stared and took a quiet breathe, taking her watermelon scent in.

I don't need your pity," she told me, pushing my arm away

"I'm a big girl, it's not like this is my first or second or third breakup," she spoke with her voice lowered at the end but I still didn't say anything

"Thanks for giving me a listening ear, I appreciate it," she confessed, rising from her seat to exit the bar I presumed but eventually tumbled over a table and was sprawl on the floor. While she was telling her story, I didn't notice her getting drunk. My eyes were too busy gazing and admiring her well-sculptured face.

I took her to my place, washed her up, and later laid her on my bed. My gaze fell on the clock and it read five in the morning. I knew it was too last to get any sleep so I decided to relax on my sofa at the corner of the room after many inner arguments with myself.

I took the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to gaze openly at her without the fear of being caught and ended up looking like a creep hitting me hard. Her beauty was out of this world. She passed out on our way here. Though she looked light, she was heavy and weighed a ton. A normal human would have dropped her to the floor but my extra strength smoothed it out properly. I carried her like a sack of rice, not gentle.

As my eyes continued their work on the realization hit me. She was the girl from the coffee shop. The line breaker and also the ridiculous-looking lady. She cleaned up nice, I never would have expected her to look this good. I gazed at her till I also fell asleep.