Keeper Of Tartarus

The sound of the impact is reverberating in my head, the wind in my lungs had knocked out. "Ahhhh will somebody throw me a damn weapon! I've crashed into the wall by the charge of the Shedim one of the seven evil deities", the bull faced brute figure carried a heavy axe of which it handled that with ease, 'I'm in real need of a weapon' I tell myself.

I need something to defend myself, as I lay down still dizzy from the impact of the crash. The demon swung its axe upon me and I felt cold, my feet are cold. Funny thing is I'm still breathing and light is bright upon me. I heard someone yell and it happen to be my girlfriend, the sunshine of my life. She pulled off my blanket, hence the cold. Avoiding my dream death and causing my dream to die, I hazily woke up. It was all just a dream. However, the details of the event are too real to be surreal, but the reality sinks in, it always does.

I have a day ahead and I am again late. I'm David Ianitoris Tartarus, I'm a part time fitness trainer. It's no real job. I just keep doing what I'm good at from my childhood. No, I'm not a fitness freak. I love to fight. A fighting club owner near my house took me under his wing, taught me the art, and kept me out of trouble.

That kind man is like a second father to me and do not wonder about my first. I have no idea. I am on my own since mom died when I was 12 and having no knowledge of my father. Thus, to channel my frustration I have learned various martial arts The club which I'm in, has opened a gym and so I have ended up as a part time fitness trainer with a manageable pay and free use of the gym and the club.

This made me well versed in various weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Ha-ha, I even have my nickname, the fellas around call me 'The Deadly David' the old man taught me various weak points on the human body, thus a considerate blow of mine might end up as a fatal injury to the opponent. Since, then I stopped getting into fights and never let the anger to take the better of me.

The old man taught me not just the art of fighting but the art of survival not just in combat, in life too. Yeah, he is kind of close to someone I consider as my dad, but he too passed away of late age leaving the gym and the club to his son. Richard is his no good worthless son, whose entertainment is insulting me.

'Grrr that d.i.c.khead' No matter how swiftly I get myself ready get to the gym I am 30 minutes late

"hello deadly David" mockingly said Richard, "again late for work, I let your lazy a.s.s around to work here cause of my father's last wish but considering you, your attitude toward work makes me think about firing your lame a.s.s from this club and I also began to think it will be good riddance."

Not able to defend myself with any reason I look down with a nod and an apology, "sorry Richard this won't happen again."

"Call me boss," he snapped.

"Okay boss it won't happen again" I said reassuringly.

That psycho mutt is in a good mood, today. He let me go soon and leaving me not in such spiteful mood, but my moods going to take a hi-flying rocket launch. It is time for Alexia to show up, she is one of the main reasons other than money and freedom that made me stick to this place.

A blonde beauty… no a blonde angel with the right figure and light brown sparkling eyes. At times I used to wonder why she has to turn up to gym and why does she need a personal trainer. However, I'm not going to question her for paying me. Well enjoying it while it lasts, as beautiful as she is, she can hold her ground square.

I still remember, the local boxing champ in our club once drunk tried to grab her a.s.s, but he had only a mouthful of agonic scream with a face full of fingers. She twisted the grown man's arm like it's a bottle cork and slapped him hard with her other hand. He was sent couple of feet flying in the air and that is not even her usual fighting hand, for a creature so fragile in looks I wonder where all that power comes from.

"David?" the sweet voice of the mistress of my wet dreams snapped me out of my daydream.

"Huh? Yeah, Alexia, ummm guess we should start" I stumbled upon the abrupt travel back to reality.

"Ha-ha, yes we should, open-eye sleeper" she giggled.

"Yeah sure" I said as I rolled my eyes.

This is another habit of Alexia she always finds me amusing names to tease me in my embarrassing moment, in time I kind of come to like it.

As usual, I make her do the work out and enjoy her sensual body movements and today is, squats day.

"Hallelujah" I whispered as I can't look anywhere else than her perfectly curvy not so big but quite right sized bottom.

However, something was not right today, though it is usual to feel people staring when alexia's working-out, cannot complain. The male human literally does not have the capacity to ignore her beauty, but it was not what bothering me today.

It is that the stare is on me. It is something that I can only feel, and I cannot see. I search helplessly over my uncomfortable feeling, I failed to notice her done with the repetitions and looking at me with a concerned look.

"uhh, well let's do the calves next" I said snapping out of my odd feeling, but she looked at me seconds more before complying like she could sense my oddity.

Though obeying me, Alexia shot back looks at me and looked at where I feel the stares are coming from. She gave a cold stare back, like she's threatening whatever there is. 'Man this is getting creepy'.

I thought to myself, there had always been certain things that I could not understand in my life. I just chalk them down as extremely lucky or unlucky scenarios. So, I do not sound as a lunatic explaining unbelievable event.

Though I know that I have encountered with un-explainable events and the possible only reason could be mystical. Nevertheless, I try not go so deep in it where it will challenge my sanity. While relating this odd day to my odd life, I see it! "Holy f.u.c.k" I whispered.

I see that evil demonic thing, which was staring at me. A creature that is nowhere near any resemblance to a human gave the indescribable uncomfortable feeling. It is tall, looking like a demon. It is veiled in a dark cloak and had a scythe. The figure is almost 10 feet tall with a considerate wide shoulders and the scythe is even taller the figure the blade of the scythe forms half of my whole body.

For I am not considered puny for a human. I am 6'2 with a brute of a body. I have broad shoulders and thick arms with slender waist and toned up legs. My mentor always refer me as a perfect combination of being a powerful and an agile predator. Be that as it may I never wish to come across something as this. I let not my fear get to me, I shot back cold stare and the bright yellow pupil less eyes glowed at me.

"Holy F.u.c.k" pain shot through my skull. I was not able to maintain my stare I crouched a little with my head slump and my hands covering it as if I can block whatever that is causing this. I felt a hand drag me, though my initial reflexes kick in making me hard as steel to face the intruder. I relaxed eventually feeling the soft touch.

It cannot be the disturbing creature. Once inside the locker room I gained my senses back. I found, it was Alexia who dragged me inside and I could tell that because I remember the color of her tank top, which is crushing against my face.

Owing to the fact that she's hugging me tightly and in a great position too. I sat on the bench, keeping still. The feature is she's standing, which made me feel her cushion puppies, 'boy does she have her soothing effects' I thought to myself. She has a figure that is strong firm and sensual with her perky t.i.t.s and cute smile. She's an innocent looking predator.

Though I hate to move but before things get awkward, I let her go and pulled away.

"Hmmm sorry about that, did I scream too loud?" I said in an attempt to understand her concern.

"Don't worry its gone now," she said in a casual manner which shocked me, as the only conclusion can be is she too have seen what I have.

"You'd saw that too?" I asked nervously

For which she took my face in her hands very delicately and kissed me with an unfathomable passion. It was a wicked kiss; she literally s.u.c.k.e.d out the lights from my mind, for I blacked out to nothingness.