At last that is what he thought I was going to do. He clamped a hand on my mouth and whispered, "Don't shout."

I nodded and took a deep breath. 

"Who are you?" I asked as soon as he removed his hand.

"I am an angel. And please don't question my identity. I am here to tell you something important." He ran a hand through his golden hair. 

"Wasn't going to," I muttered under my breath. He ignored me and looked around the room.

"Okay, so you are possessed by a demon. Once this settles in your brain, let me know, so we can continue." He settled down on my bed. 

"What? You are kidding, right? How can I be possessed?" I stared at the guy, dumbfounded.

"Look at your neck in the mirror." This guy was getting on my nerves. First of all, he appears out of nowhere. Then, he tells me I am possessed. Now, he is ordering me around in my own house. Nevertheless, I did as he said, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

At first, I could see nothing out of the ordinary. My pendant, my birthmark and a small scar- wait, I don't have any birthmark on my neck. I went closer to the mirror. It was a E-shaped sign. I looked at the guy, waiting for an explanation.

"Who is this E guy?"

"What do you mean?" 

I stared at him, wondering how can someone be so clueless. Didn't he just literally tell me to look at my neck in the mirror? If this mark was not what he meant, what else could be there? There was nothing out of the ordinary on my neck, except this mark. I stared at the photo of my cat, which hung behind his head, and prayed to her to give me strength and patience.

"This E-shaped mark, which is on my neck, I am talking about it," I said slowly, as if talking to a child. 

"How blind are you? That is not an 'E', it is a trident. Symbol of-"

"Poseidon?" I interrupted.

"No-I mean, yes, it is a symbol of Neptune, or Poseidon. But what you have on your neck is a dark mark. Gods don't possess you, and even if they do, they don't leave visible marks. That is a symbol of a demon." He was getting comfortable, if his leaning on the bed was any sign. The way he was talking, you would think we are talking about the party next Friday, not a demon possession.

"So..." I trailed off, hoping that he would get the signal. He stared at me with visible confusion. I sighed (I seem to do that a lot today) and continued, "What do we do now? Exorcism?"

"No, of course not," he said, apparently disgusted for some reason, "That why we are taking a field trip."

"To where? Heaven?" 

"No, but you are close to the real answer." He stood up and dusted his pants. 

"Where?" I sat down firmly on my bed, not getting up till I get an answer.

"Library of Cinste."

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