She descended upon us-or perhaps, ascended would be the better word-shrouded in mystery and luring us into the trap of her beauty. Seeing that she came in the form of a big, fat and slimy worm, one would think that the she would make less of an impression upon the mortals. However, as soon as she came to form, I could see men-and women-all around me enraptured by her timeless beauty and goddess-like figure. I, myself, was completely enthralled by her captivating self, like a sailor to a siren. It seemed as if the Goddess of beauty herself had graced upon the land of the mortals-if such a goddess existed. Her long red hair flowed around her as gently as a river would caress her children and her eyes looked as calm as the blue ocean. Her beauty was such that the nature all around burst into a beautiful melody despite the chilling stillness that possessed it. Truly, it looked as if an artist has painted her, bestowing all his time and skills upon her feet, adding details until she looked more beautiful than beauty itself.

She slowly and gracefully treaded among the mass of people that had gathered around her, her eyes fleeting over all of them. I was quite far from her, so neither was I sure how I could see her so clearly, not could I be sure she saw me. But suddenly, her eyes caught mine and she moved towards me. I was so lost in the vast beauty of her eyes and her grace that could rival even that of a feline's that I failed to see when she neared me. Up close, she looked even more beautiful, albeit, she had none of the delicateness that planted a sort of coziness within me. Closer, she was less like an angel; a goddess and more like a devil. Her red hair was no more a gentle river, but a stream of lava rushing down a volcano, destroying everything it grazed by and the calm of her ocean-blue eyes, had a storm brewing underneath-a storm that seemed to have been fueled by millennia of pain and rage. And despite heat literally radiating from her body, I felt as cold as death itself.

People all around showed no signs of being afraid, just as a sailor enticed by a siren who knew not that his doom was near. I, on the other hand, was not quite an ordinary sailor-I was like that one deaf sailor who could hear not one note of the deceiving music of the death but I felt no more safer, for this was no siren, but a devil. As she neared me, I grew even colder and sensing this, her smile got wider.

Closer.

Colder.

Closer.

Colder.

Her breath on my skin.

Warmth.

Coldness.

"Oh, dear... You do not know how long I've awaited this. For millennia, I've burned and for millennia, I've searched for you." With that, she cupped my face and kissed my lips.

Her fingers were warm and tender and her lips were an unusual blend of the heat of fire and the iciness of the Atlantic. Her kiss was softer than rose petals and it felt... right and... wrong at the same time, although none of it felt weird, which was the feeing I would've expected on kissing a woman. As her lips moved on mine, I felt mine moving along with hers, and slowly my arms went around her neck, a sign of acceptance.

I do not know how long we stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing as if there truly was not time at all. But, I was aware there was, because each second I passed in her arms, I grew more tired and by body burned up a little bit more.

It grew warmer.

And warmer.

And warmer.

Until I could take it no more and I collapsed in her arms and slowly peeked my eyes open a little bit. There, in front of me was no red haired lady, but a blonde-one with the same face and same blue eyes. Neither her face, nor her eyes held the pain or the rage, but relief, with a twinge of regret.

"I'm burning up. Please help me..." I managed to whisper out of my parched throat.

"It happens. I just transferred my fate to you. I'm tired of living there... isolated and in pain, for millennia. I can deal with it no more." She placed me on the ground and stood up.

"I didn't choose this. So, why? Why am I forced upon this misfortune?" I rasped out, each word taking more of my energy to utter.

"Neither did I. Nor did anyone else before me. And She? All She did was love whom she fell for. All of us endured this for millennia and now, it's your turn." And she walked away. Not even a single drop of tear. Not even a sorry. Just those harsh words and eyes telling me not to give up and to endure this for the others for as long as I could. To find a solution if I could. But all that, did nothing but fuel my anger. I hated her.

Soon as she walked away, everything around me came to life. The people, the pavements, the streets and everything else around me. However, no one paid any notice to me and nor did anyone come for me. I was all alone, burning up, and in agony. As the planet jolted to life again, I faded to death.