I yawned as I stretched out on my bed as I rubbed my eyes to the thin wisps of sunlight breaking through the layered curtains, my bedroom is the larger of the two obviously, dark brown carpet covering the floor also covered in more rugs, a centered king-sized canopy bed of dark wood covered in bedding of reds, bronze and gold tones with all mismatched pillows and pieces, the four posts are sculpted in ornate ways with spots of where it was gilded when it was made all those centuries ago, goldenrod colored tulle aching above me and down the posts, a dark purple ottoman at the foot and a large floor length mirror to the far wall beside a large dark turquoise poof style stool, a few ornate dressers, curio cases and things about the walls and room with my favorite or personal curios and objects inside them, a still softly smoldering incense burner atop one of the dressers as the early morning light broke through the window above the headboard, tinted reds and purples because of the heavily stacked and layered tulle curtains. Like the other rooms, all sorts of things littered the ceiling making the ceiling fan defunct and paintings, tapestries, mounted bones and all sorts of things covering the walls and that thick heavy scent still present in my room, but accented by the scent of my own personal toiletries in sage, teakwood and peppermint.
As I got my breakfast, the rather small TV softly sputtered as the news played, I only ever watch the news on it or I will watch a movie when it's raining or something, but I really just…don’t really enjoy a lot of TV, a few curios were set in front of it and a large tapestry hung over the back, it was maybe only a foot from corner to corner and thin, set at an angle on the corner to use the least amount of space possible.
“And today there is a very special couple who is getting well-wishes from everyone in the world, New York’s hotshot CEO of 6Vs, Kálmán Varga and his husband, Anthony Varga are celebrating their 5th wedding anniversary today and were seen canoodling quite openly over the past few days as they appear to be spending the week in London as Mister Varga the prior is looking forward to opening 6Vs new London offices in the coming year.” The news caster said as a picture flashed of an extremely happy looking pair: a very, very tall, muscular and broad man with ivory toned skin, tattooed from jaw down with a mess of wine colored hair down his chest and back, but…his eyes were not a color I was used to seeing in people…yellow. His eyes were almost lemon yellow, but had a hint of amber gold to them making them appear as a very, very pale brown tone, he was dressed in basically goth country club styled clothing and it was obvious to anyone that the man probably owned a boat or two by how he looked, beside him was a far, far shorter man, maybe just past five feet tall with a chest length mane of impossibly tight kinky coiled black hair, miss-matched eyes with one being hazel brown and the other a piercing icy blue color, pointed ears and a gap in his front teeth, flamboyant makeup and dressed just as flamboyant. In the picture, the two were sharing champagne on a yacht’s deck, but I was more so drawn by what I saw on the shorter man’s finger…a massive ring shaped like a coiled serpent around his finger. Those eyes are similar to those I’ve seen on Seers, the so drastically different colors and the different color being extremely not human genetic following…plus those yellow/gold eyes of the taller man…I’m guessing that they’re a Seer and some kind of nonhuman, but…I’ve never been one to follow celebrities.
Within a few minutes of getting into work, someone walked in asking for the scales of some kind of rare fish as an offering for the Emperor of Typhoon. I asked a few questions like I did that other woman, but she didn’t know anything more other than that he usually answers with good weather, that most people call out to him for signs in the weather of what is to come or for good weather for various events or things of that sort. She was also of…a demonic race. Aquatic races are very, very few and far between in Arizona, no access to the sea does that to the environment and the only aquatic races you can usually find are by the various rivers and areas and they are not…hospitable on the good days, they are usually very territorial, very aggressive to outsiders and generally a lot more dangerous. Merfolk are the biggest difference; everyone usually goes to sea merfolk when thinking of the gorgeous mermaids with their beautiful voices, lack of clothing and long hair…freshwater merfolk are often much more fishfolk like: with fish like features, sometimes even two legs and rather frog like appearances or various other aspects.
As I let my coffee percolate through the various glass pieces to the special brewer I had, I just rested my forearms on the table as I looked down towards my phone while I drummed against the white countertop, thinking about what I could possibly do to help get those cuffs and shackles off that guy. I know that there’s nothing forcing me to help him or anything like a contract making me obligated to helping him, but there was…something about how he looked: so sick, so broken and so…tortured looking…I felt this twist in my heart that made me want to help him, like when you see a sick stay puppy or kitten. I sighed as I pushed my hair out of my face as I went through all of the magic I knew, the police and hospital told me that because I found him and he had some sense of…trust with me because I am able to psychically communicate with him, that I should be kept notified of how he is, his condition and what is happening. I…I mean, who wouldn’t want to help someone they found that was kept in those kinds of conditions for…centuries maybe?
Spending centuries in a prison of some kind…that sounds like absolute torture. I’m in the middle of my second century and I couldn’t even process the idea of spending as much time as I am alive…shackled, chained and muzzled. I mean, I’m 264 years old…to be as…out of touch with world as he is could only have been done if I was imprisoned in my teens maybe; luckily because I am a demigod I cannot die by various reasons like time, injury and it is impossible for me to get sick or things like starvation or dehydration because of the fact I am an Egyptian demigod, Dad’s genetics made me have basically the same survivability as a mummy in terms of being able to go without food, air or water. Detection magic also cannot really tell the difference between divine or undead with me, with each moment the spell flips what it marks me as because technically I am both, but the magic is just confused by it.
I sighed deeply as I rested my head in one of my hands as I reached over to slide my spiced coffee over towards me, scalding hot and spiced with warm spices like cinnamon, cardamom and allspice along with a little chickaree because I like the taste. I just can’t stand coffee with anything like milk or sugar in it, same with my tea. I looked towards my phone as I searched online for that man with the yellow eyes, I found a lot of articles that said he was this impossibly smart and powerful CEO in New York, but I couldn’t find anything across magical websites about what he is, but there were some pictures of him and his husband. I have been having nightmare the past handful of days, maybe a week or two, but they were extremely short, confusing and very, very abstract in what I see, like that vision I had yesterday, just a flash of a picture then nothingness.
I sighed as I moved my phone to my pocket and poured my coffee into a travel cup and pulled my shoes on as I left my flat, ensuring it was properly locked up behind me as I walked down the hall and through the building to my car.
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