Chapter 3 Cruel beauty.

Did you know the Zakaeiri had the power to be invisible? Not all of them, there are whispers that the high borns had special abilities.

At that moment I wished I had those powers. The power to be invisible. To blend in and hope that no one would see me in this state, where my cheeks are tinted pink as shame bore down on me.

He let my arm go and I fell to the ground. I tried to cover myself up in whatever way I can.

I saw his armored feet in front of me and felt nothing but anger. Anger towards their race and how they took from us as if we were mere ants beneath their armored feet. I'm angry because I'm bleeding out in front of him, having nothing but my helplessness and this feeling of hate to hold on to.

Soon the image of his boots vanished, replaced with his massive form crouching in front of me.

I looked at him, not bothering to conceal my anger.

He stroked my cheek gently as if I was his lover and I didn't bother swatting his hand away, afraid he'd do something worse this time. Yet, that didn't stop me from flinching.

Noticing my reaction, his green eyes looked at me for a second and stood up.

He took a step back and his armor started to come off, and suddenly I remembered Iron man, how Tony's armor would disappear into itself. What was happening before me was quite similar to that.

After the helmet and the rest of the metal disappeared, the being who stood before me was not what I expected.

He looked otherworldly with long Silver hair flowing behind him with a lean muscular body that was quite larger than the average human. His frame was so tall that if my 5'8 frame stood in front of him, my head would barely reach his chest.

I swallowed.

There was something cruel about his beauty. It radiated off him in waves and I knew, deep inside me that he was not like the other Zakerian's who came to earth.

He was evil.

I didn't understand how I knew this but I did.

Maybe it was the calmness in his green gaze or how he radiated power, a power he's trying to hide just beneath the surface. Trying to calm me into a false sense of security.

Maybe that's how they lure in their prey.

He stood there naked as if he weren't bothered by the fact that I could see him. My face reddened even more.

With a small yet sinister smile, he spoke. "Why are you humans so ashamed of the vessel you're in? you cover it up, you change it. You treat your body as if it defines your very existence. How foolish."

I didn't understand what he meant completely. I suppose he is questioning why humans are so embarrassed about their bodies. Of its shape size or color. He was right. We do let it define who we are.

And it makes me feel like our race is so primitive. That they know better than we do while we worry over things that don't even matter.

Although, right now being naked in front of the enemy is not what any creature would want.

I do not know his intentions. I'm afraid and I don't like feeling exposed.

I supposed he knew that but it was as if he took pleasure in pointing out the flaws in humanity first.

Maybe it makes them feel superior. Maybe they are. That's why we are losing this battle.

He came towards me and took me in his arms before I could get away.

I squirmed and kicked hoping for any kind of damage.

His skin felt warm, too warm for me to handle and I could see my blood smear on his pale skin.

His grip tightened.

"I've been very tolerant with you earthling. since you show such blatant disregard for your life I shall tell you this."

he cradled me with one arm like he did the first time we met and carried me high enough so I could look at the bright green in his eyes.

"If you wish to see your sister again I would recommend you take your next steps wisely."

my heart stuttered and I willed myself to stop struggling.

With a sinister smile, he held me close and started walking out of the room and into the darkness which I hate.