Sinful Truth: A Demons Story

The "date"

Catharina and myself had been idly chatting casually for about an hour, and as much as I'd like to say I was pleasantly sober, that would be a lie. We had been drinking an array of heavily mixed drinks the entire time and she had become rather flirty with me throughout the course of the evening. I was to a point of asking if she'd like to sleep in my room so she didn't have to manage her way home inebriated, however, I also knew that would be far too much of a temptation for me. With a drunken, cheerful smile while paying the tab I had slipped the bartender a note requesting a single room for her and I could see him on his way back with the key card in hand.

I smiled once more and left money on the counter for his tip, honestly more then I should have left if I'd have been in a reasonable mind and sober, but I had to give it to him he worked quick. She quirked a brow at me looking flushed and woozy on her bar stool, "Trying to sneak out on me while I'm drunk?" She slurred out almost not making any sense. When he handed me the key card I laid it down in front of her, "I didn't like the idea of you walking home alone and drunk. So, I rented a room for you for the night. Humor me, give a drunken man peace of mind." I tried very hard to keep my speech from sounding off myself, but I knew how drunk I was. Catharina picked up the key card and read the number of the room out loud seeming to try and confirm the numbers scrolled on the piece of plastic. I nodded, not wanting to look more foolish in front of the beauty sitting in front of me, and with one last flash of a sweet smile I walked from the bar. 

My intention in this was to not see her again. I know that may make me either a wuss to men or maybe shallow to some women, but it wasn't because I didn't want to. It was because I knew that things were about to blow up in the worst way with my parents, the underworlds, and my unwanted siblings. For her sake, I couldn't afford to put anyone in danger when that happened, and for some reason I felt that way especially for her. She was sweet, genuine, and sassy. Anyone would be a lucky bastard to have her in their life, and I knew at least for now, that wasn't going to be and her life at risk. 

When I returned to my own room and swiped the card against the reader the click was quick but I waited and swiped again. Something didn't feel right, part of me knew I was going to see an unwanted face when the door opened, and the other part was screaming that if that was going to be a necessity tonight my fists should make their own conversation happen. Slowly swinging the door open I pocketed the key card for now a pair of blue eyes glinted at me in the distance of the room. Once I flicked on the light switch I saw exactly that, the most unwanted of unwanted faces to be had in my drunken state, my father Silas with a smug grin pasted on his lips in a tight curve. "Hello, Marcus, a date on vacation I see? Why didn't you introduce me, she looks," after a long pause he spoke in a sickly sweet tone that made me nauseous ",Delicate and fun to play with," my features twisted in disgust and his tightened into a pleased grin ",You're the worst kind of disgusting, are you actually aware of that or do you just not think of how you come off anymore?," I was genuinely curious. He sat down in the desk chair that most hotels offer for businessmen and crossed his long legs at the knee. His tailored black suit wrinkling along the legs of the pants as he adjusted to a comfortable position, "I am well aware of what I say and how I mean it.," his explanation didn't help. Even for me a man as decent looking as those who seemed to get the trait in our family was weird, but a 6'4 man who is decent looking, and sounding like an unbridled pervert towards every woman who he passed was just out right gross. 

He sighed heavily after a few moments of silence while I stood scowling at him, arms folded over my chest, he knew what I was thinking. "Look, Marcus, you have to come home. I know this is supposed to be your vacation, but some things have come up at home. Your mother and I need your help figuring out a few small details," I knew they weren't small. I also knew he wouldn't come all this way, through all the hellish hoops to the mortal world, just for small details. Shaking my head slowly now very sober minded I let out a growl through my teeth buried deep in my chest, "Fine! I'll come home, but you're explaining it to Josh." My tone was firm and very aggravated. I turned on my heels and grabbed my suitcase laying it on the bed open, of course my father let out a rather disappointed sigh and groan, I knew he was about to say something else if for no other reason then to piss me off. "Why do you insist on doing everything in the most archaic of ways, son," I flashed him a look of don't you dare do anything and he relented putting his hands up in the air in a make shift surrender. "Fine, fine, I won't do it. Sooner or later, Marcus, you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that we are not mortals. We don't have the same struggles and worries as they do. Our job concerning them is far after they die and at that point they are our concern." His words struck a rather sour chord with me and by this point I was fuming so badly I could barely see through the red tinge in my eyes. "Says the self-absorbed, self-proclaimed demigod of the underworld who falls far below that median! You need to understand that OUR job and interest starts far before these mortals die and they need to be at times guided through hardships, not wait for another body to fall to the ground!" I had subconsciously continued packing through my tirade and before I even had the buckles finished on the suitcase we were no longer in the hotel and were already back at home, in my room, where all I could see was my fathers back as he skulked out the door disappearing from sight.