Lord of Origins

Chp 3 - Who Do You Think You Are, Rat?

Damianus was surprised when the youngest of the two beautiful girls, who were standing prettily while men admired them, stalked towards him with anger distorting her beautiful face. On close look, he could see that her eyes were filled with fury and before he could comprehend what was happening, she raised her hand to slap him!

“What?!” Damianus thought in confusion as he automatically dodged her swinging hand.

The speed with which he had been able to dodge her slap infuriated Sybil. In truth, Damianus did not think of it but being an original had its perks after all and he need not stress himself to teleport.

In truth, he could break her in half if he so wished but in his confusion, he did not even think of hurting her or not. He merely wondered what he had done for the pretty girl he saw laughing a while ago to want to hit him.

A human girl for that matter. Damianus almost laughed aloud at the impertinence but he could see that the girl was not amused at all as she turned to him again with her fist clenched at her side.

If Sybil was not so angry she might have thought of how peculiar it was for a man to move so swiftly when she wanted to hit him. He was in front of her just before she raised her hand and at her back by the time the hand came down, hitting the air.

The idiot men who were ogling her just minutes ago laughed aloud when she almost toppled over, with her butt shooting out. Thankfully, she was able to hold herself in time.

She swung her hand again, certain she would be able to hit him this time around but Damianus who was cautious of showing his powers to the people standing around simply held her hand with a chagrined grin on his face “Whoa, lady. Easy there” he said, his voice sounding strange to his ears in the strange world he found himself.

Sybil was beyond herself with fury “Let go of my hands, you filthy goat! How dare you lay your hands on me, you lecherous idiot! Do you know who I am?”

Damianus had no idea why a girl with such a pretty mouth was saying ugly words but he cautiously let her go and stepped away from her.

He looked at the other lady, more beautiful, that rushed to her friend's side before he bent deeply in a bow “I have no idea what I have done to wrong you but it was not my intention to upset a lady. Accept my sincere apology”

People’s laughter and the derisive snort from the girl in front of him were what roused Damianus.

He thought his apology would be accepted gallantly so he could proceed on his journey but he was wrong.

“Oh my God, Laura! Can you believe this lecherous goat? Not only is his dressing so fucking old school but that accent? What the hell was that? I have travelled to many places and heard a lot of accents but that? That must be something from the stone age! Who the hell is this guy? Who allowed him here? I want to see the management of this tour! Whoever is in charge! I will sue them for this disrespect and I will get this bastard arrested!”

She was fuming and that only get Damianus more confused. More so were the comment from the bystanders even as the girl’s friend tried to calm her down.

“What a shameless man!” a bald man from behind him spat out “Did you see the way he was ogling them? How obscene. He was practically moulding their tits with his hands”

That even confused Damianus more because he was sure that he did not touch anybody’s teeth. "I..."

“What an uncivilised clout. Do you see that dressing, Steve?” another woman from the group whispered to her partner.

A derisive laughter rose from a group of young lads huddled together as if joined by the hips in front of him “Such a burn from the hot chick, bro. Yoh! You are supposed to go jump off the tracks, man. Damn! You can’t live that down! You wanna chase the babes? You come to learn from the bosses here” 

The one that seemed like the leader among them said as he made a rude remark.

“I think you just got sassed by a kid. Poor Damianus” a sarcastic tone audible only to Damianus mocked.

“Be quiet!” Damianus hissed at it, a little too loudly.

The girl who had almost calmed down as her friend talked to her heard that and flared up again.

“Who are you telling to shut up, you pig?! Did you hear that, Laura? Can you imagine that? Me, shut up? No way am I taking this”

She tried to dislodge her arm from her friend's hold. Her ire was planted firmly on Damianus.

Damianus saw that there would be no gallant way out of this. The impertinent thing had added fuel to the almost-doused fire.

So he spread his hand with a hasty “I am so sorry, ladies” his eyes resting lightly on the more mature friend before beating a hasty retreat.

He walked as fast as he could, ignoring the abusive words that the girl was hurling at him. Just as he heard her screaming for the tour guide to get his ass over here, he finally turned to a deserted corner.

Though Damianus was not so sure of what made the girl so volatile, he deduced that it had something to do with the way he had been looking at the girls. Since he saw the other men doing the same as well earlier though discreetly. He knew then that it was because he was so open about it.

“Point number one, Damianus,” he said to himself “There would be no gazing at the girls”

“Or you could just do it anyway, getting caught at it was the only thing that could burn your buttocks' ' the voice said again with a gleeful chuckle.

Damianus ignored it but then he thought of why he almost got slapped by a kid. Because he got caught.

So he adjusted his logic.

Lesson 1# Don’t get caught when looking at the ladies.