The Dark Cold

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First Chapter of THE COLD DARK. 

I warn you this contains mature situations and an LGBT relationship. 

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Rex~ King in Latin.

REX

Las Vegas

Crimson Casino Royale

Humans were simple creatures, unlike the benevolent God who made them in his so-called image. They were ignorant, foolish and dependant creatures- Nothing like Him. With their weak limbs, shortened lifespans and annoying habits, they were actually very lucky to be existing as they had caused all other lesser developed humanoids to extinct. Fortunately, for the disgusting weaklings, they also served a finite purpose in the maintenance of the Universe.

Lucky them. 

   However, the slayers were very interesting. Better than humans in both survival and intelligence. Their entire existence was based on the extermination of the Inhuman race. Which happened to be Rex's. But, he had to admit, they were very knowledgeable for soulless, heartless, killing machines that were once human.

Living feeble lives until they had gotten greedy and selfish. The Gysen, God of Selfishness and Greed used that human weakness, coming to them, offering power and riches. The men would believe him, making a deal with a Demon God and not knowing the full extent to the bargain. They gave up their souls in return for immortality, agility, wisdom, and strength. Along with the ability to be practically pain-free. 

    With the exception that they had to serve him. Live and die for him, in his War against Inhumans. The now soulless, having not the strangest clue about this part of the deal, were then forced to comply or die an excruciatingly painful death by the Gysen's claws. They were, however, tales of those who had got away scot-free from the Gysen. Somehow breaking the connection between Master and Servant. 

   The Gysen was a mere God, the youngest son of the Father and the Brother to the God of Stars and Vampires, Izadore and the Goddess of the Moon and Shifters, Tatania. He could be defeated. If one knew where and what realm he resided in. No one, not even his minions knew where it is or how to find the place. How he finds his subjects are simply through dreams or visions, and on a very few times, he can take a mortal host, with permission to visit them, if necessary. It is not possible for extended periods of time and he communicates with them in their minds and guides them. Still, the Gysen cannot last long the in mortal realm, even through communication. So, he cannot observe or even know what his children are up to or who they associate themselves with. 

Associates like Rex, who sat some feet away from the Exhors. Three men, one with mismatched eyes looking to be in his late thirties. A middle man that was shorter of the three with pale blonde hair and a third that was older and balding. They stood in Rex's office which was upstairs of his Casino. 

   The half breed could say he had an idea of why they choose to be here. 

Demons and Exhors had a history. 

Demons being known for their ruthlessness and Exhors, their fearlessness in the face of death. Not like Demons feared Death. He'd heard stories that many had slept with her. Demons also were known to partner with Exhors, well the foolish ones were. Like they hadn't learned what happened to the Lycans that came up with that idea? 

   Demons were more powerful than Exhors and though, they were Inhuman, they were not accepted into the race because of their many bad habits. Exhors worked best at night, like any Demon, feeding on the darkness, their instincts were stronger. Together, they were a remarkable team if they choose to work together. However, that was not to ever happen without the Demon's Leader agreeing to such an association. 

That was why these Exhors decided to step foot into Rex's territory. Into his f*****g Casino and ask for a private meeting so short notice. It was a little sad that they didn't know that he was half-bred and that was made him so much stronger. He could only imagine the things they wished him to do for them. 

Exhors could sense Inhumans, it was what helped them when they hunted. And they could clearly sense them in Las Vegas as a lot of Demons tended to spend their time in the City of Angels.

Ironic. From his office, the glass showed bright lights. The city had gotten drastically colder as the season of Christmas drafted in. All was merry in the Heavens and on Earth. Alas, the birth of Christ did not affect strong Demons such as Rex, it did, however, disrupt the Exhors for some unknown reason. 

   This was all so surprising for Rex. 

Never once, has Exhors been so bold to seek out The Dark Prince, Corvinius Lionel Aquillion, Last Cousin to the Queen of Vampires, Cassandra Ivory Luxor, the Owner of Casino and Clubs Crimson. He was the born son of Callidora Beth Aquillion-Lorde, the first Cousin to Ambrosia Luxor, the late Queen of Vampires. His birth father was a Demon. As far as he could remember and his Mother only knew him as Dameon. But, Rex knew who he was and just the thought of him soured his mood. 

He owned over dozen Casinos, Clubs and Hotels in Las Vegas and was known as the Bachelor Corvinius Lorde in the Human world. Though, he preferred to be called Rex, which was given to him when Inhumans learned of his Royal bloodline. 

To the Exhors, and many others he was the Prince of Demons. An unrelenting Male with Powers of Destruction and capable of mortal acts. The Demon Kind respected him and those who wished for normal lives, he protected. Those who defied him suffered unspeakable wrath. Alas, he had made a promise to be good and could not break it. Or He would not be pleased. And for some reason, the thought of upsetting his Uncle made his back and shoulders ache. 

  Rex leaned forward in his leather seat, rubbing his jawline to his chin. He was beginning to get a beard, that could not be. He'd definitely shave that. Some of his dark hair, brushed back and marked, fell forward. His single-breasted black suit fit snugly against his muscles, the surgeon's cuffs at his wrists showed beneath the black shirt that was free a few buttons at his chest. He shifted a bit and smirked, the tip of fang against his lip. 

Indeed, Exhors were quite fun, Corvinius thought. 

They were going to make this boring evening, very interesting. 

CHRIS

Christmas Eve

Lincoln, Nebraska

The engine of the white Ducati 2017 motorcycle purred as it pulled into the driveway of the Fetcher house. 

It's a sleek but rigid design made it stand out from the average GMC trucks or Audis that filled the yard as family members prepared inside. Red rims and fat tires crushed the snow-covered ground. Christmas lights and decoration lit up the home to give it that merry feeling.

   The rider dropped a booted foot onto the snow and dragged his other leg over the leather seat of the bike, he stood and took off his helmet. Shaking his hair-free. The leather jacket he wore was snug on his body was but, it was just there for warmth against the cold air. And underneath, there was a soft blue turtle neck. A pair of long blue jeans and snow boot, he held the helmet under his arm.

The door to the house opened and revealed light from the house. 

"Christian? "

The rider looked up at the call of his name. His twin sister, Coralyn was coming down in a rush to him.

  "Chris! Oh, thank God," She jumped him in a hug, squeezing him. And he thought about the last time he had been so close to her. He used to be, but that was before...everything. He still loved her and would always, just things weren't the same. "We thought that you wouldn't come. Oh, you have no idea how happy I am today see you. " Cora looked honestly relieved as she dragged him into the house, "Let's get out of his cold. Mom is going to be so happy. " 

Really?

He didn't think so. 

His parents' house was one of the biggest in Lincoln. His father's family were wealthy people and still were. The Fetchers owned a Supermarket that had started as a small store many years ago before even Chris and Cora were born. And they had run a Private Clinic in the town. His sisters, their husbands, his mother, and relatives, even family friends devoted a lot to the businesses. And they were all inside the household on this Christmas Eve. 

   Christian's sisters; Elizabeth, Mary, Tiana, Coralyn, and Annie were all already at different areas in the house, doing their parts. 

Beth was the eldest, at thirty-two years, she had twin daughters, Jessie and Breanna with her husband, Jasper Lake. Beth waved at Chris as she put a turkey in the oven. The smell wafting through the air. Her honey-blonde hair in a ponytail and her green eyes as bright as ever. Jasper greeted Chris as he watched his six-year-old daughters. 

Mary, the second-born, mixed a cake base as she forced a smile for her odd younger brother. Blonde and brown straight hair that was braided into two, her green-blue eyes were blocked by her framed glasses. 

Mary's husband, Wyatt Harris, was the town's mechanic, passed by with a case of drinks, he gave a joyful 'Hey, Chris. Merry Christmas!' 

Tiana, the third-born daughter, was married to Darius Baynes and was expecting a baby boy next year. Tia's short brown hair, dark at the roots was in one as she stewed a pot. Tia sent him a wink as Cora set him in the living, right beside the kitchen. Coralyn and Christian, both twenty-three since January were twin brothers and sisters. Cora had locks of light blonde hair that fell beyond her shoulders and deep green eyes. She had disappeared to God knows where probably helping others or finding their Mother. 

   Chris, the only boy between five sisters, was five feet and eight inches tall. With light blonde untamed hair, that was a golden brown at the roots, cut short at the back to fall thicker and wild in the front. He had grey-blue eyes highlighted by dark eyelashes and light brown brows. Fair skin that was in contrast to his sisters' natural golden, that was smooth. A soft angular face and light pink lips. He was slender with a slim waist and a lithe figure. Annie was the youngest at nineteen, having dark oak hair that reached her shoulders. With light green eyes. She had just finished washing dishes and came to say 'Hi' with one earbud in her ear, listening to music. Uncle Micheal and Gabriel, both twins and his mother's older brothers. Uncle Mike had thick brown hair with stripes of grey and grey eyes. Uncle Gabe had black hair with dark green eyes. Just like his brother, they were kind and funny. And hadn't changed their affection towards Chris's after everything. Aunt Lisa, Uncle Gabe's wife had Wilde red hair and light makeup on with brown doe eyes and freckles. She gave Uncle Gabe a son, Emmett who was twenty years old and had dark hair, freckles, and brown eyes.

  Uncle Mike's wife, Aubrey had passed on due to Leukemia. Although his loss, he just three daughters who helped him through his days. The girls, Bella who was the oldest at 22, Avery, at fifteen and Mellody, who was seven. Christian's Uncle on his Father's side, James could not make it, neither could his Grandparents, Taylor and Rudy. It was no secret that they didn't like Mom. There was still Grandpa Morgan, his Mother's dad, who sat on the sofa watching the family. Family friends, Alvin Mackey, Lara Smith, Rayana Paul, and Emile McCall, Britney Yates, her husband, George and two sons Simon and Kyle did their best to help with the lot of work. 

Lastly, Megan Fetcher, a mother of five girls and one boy, she was an independent and strong woman. Reaching Christian's height, she was a sweet middle age plus woman with light grey eyes and dark oak waves of hair mixed with grey and black. The wife of late Calvin Fetcher wore her last name proudly, her head held high as she kept in all the pain from her family but, that was impossible to keep from Chris. 

  She held this family together. 

Kissing her only son on the cheek as she passed through, Megan kept a watchful eye on everything. 

It was only just a year ago that everyone was crushed at the loss however, no one was hurting as much as his Mother. She had lost the love of her life. Chris never believed in soulmates but, he was sure those two were. It was only now, that she had progressed for her family. 

On March 27th Calvin Fetcher lost control of his vehicle and swerved off the road due to the ice, flipping three times before finally falling on its side, in the snow of the side of the road. He was found less than a half an hour later by a couple that was passing by and the paramedics did all they could, 

he still died on the way to the Hospital. 

   It had shocked the whole town. They mourned alongside the family. 

Christian's father was well-loved. A kind man with blonde hair and thoughtful blue eyes. He devoted his life to God and others. Calvin was an understanding and caring father, married for thirty years, he used his fortune to help any of those in need and balanced his busy life with his family well. Making sure he always had time for them whenever they needed him. 

And now that he wasn't here this Christmas was killing them all silently. 

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