Chapter 223: The god of Mischief.

Diana. Before I had the chance to react or ask another question, there was a puff of smoke right where Lazarus was seated and I struggled to stand from my seat. My body was rooted in fear. Unveiling before me was no one but Loki himself. His appearance fitted the whole description he had just given me minutes ago. I was facing Loki himself, and he had told me that Loki is bad news. God of mischief. “Who are you?” I asked, unsure what to say. However, I made sure my voice was unwavering and firm. Though I had let him see my vulnerable side as Lazarus, I would be doomed if I did that to his real self. “Are you really asking that question?’ He scoffed as he walked around the cottage. “Sure. Who else if not you? It is just you and I here.”I knew I was edging Loki, but it seemed like the only thing I felt I could do now. I couldn't afford to show him any more weaknesses than I already have. “I thought you were smart. You haven't figured it out yet that I am Loki? I gave you all the de