Chapter six

Eugene Ari Darian's POV

I drove calmly to the university in my Bugatti. The fluid curves, angrily squinting headlights, and exterior designs that communicate power and performance were what draw me in. I guess all gods are annoying in their way.

I parked a few blocks away from the faculty building and continued on foot. I wanted to make an impression but not a rich one. I didn't want anyone to notice me. I presume they all drove worn-out cars and I scoffed internally, mortals are pitiful.

I walked up to security and handed them my invite. His hand brushed over mine for a second before he took it from me. I held my head up high, readjusting my tie and ready to grace the room with my presence.

I was a little impressed, the room looked nothing like it did a few days ago. The large and lofty doors were what first caught my eyes. Works hung proudly on exhibit stands, huge, pillared walls were lit