Marie sat me down in the center of a large corner booth before she stepped out towards the interior wall where the pillars were as she folded her arms and looked out, the music playing from the band was very old school jazz in style, the woman singing was some kind of fey race by the fact her ears pointed beyond the back of her head. Everything in the place was draconic so I couldn’t really read it, I know enough draconic to ask where a bathroom is and hello, my name is. Marie was soon handed an empty wine glass that could hold an entire bottle as one of those absurdly sized bottles of wine was opened by her and her glass was filled as she kept motioning for them to keep filling it till it had a full bottle’s worth in it. The bottle was set on the floor beside the other corner of the booth with a heavy thud and a slightly exasperated shudder from the waiter probably by the overbearing strength that could be felt in the room.
Jewel soon walked over as she flicked a hand and a large waft of purple smoke washed over the table and was replaced showing a very, very formal tea set. She sighed as she looked over towards me.
“Kal is Hungarian, but has spent a long, long time in Britain, he greatly enjoys his tea…though I’ll also send over a whiskey if the conversation goes that direction.” She said, before looking over her shoulder as someone seemed to be calling her name and walked off towards a fairly similarly dressed woman in red and the two appeared quite familiar, nothing seemed to be romantic or anything like that between the two, just…very, very close friends, the woman in red also had a jacket with a miss-matched sleeve in black, gray and purple rings.
“Have you…ever met him?”
“Of course, I have” Marie said, “I’m a sea dragon…I am fully under his thumb along with every other aquatic race there is.”
“Is he…mean or something?”
“Oh, no, no, no…he’s the nicest and sweetest person to ever exist, its his father you have to worry about if you’re on Leviathan’s good side, you are fine, but on their bad and…you are absolutely destroyed.”
“But…my demonology book.”
“Old, old stories about a lot of us make us seem like destructive beasts.” Marie said before flicking a finger as the massive wine bottle lifted, she just leaned her head back and drained her glass as the bottle floated over and refilled her glass. What is it with dragons and excessive amounts of alcohol?
The entire place seemed to go dead silent at the drop of a pin as the sound of a door sharply closing echoed into the theater, I gripped my chest at this…wave of power that roared over me. Jewel felt like someone was holding the back of my neck…this felt like someone left a semi-truck parked on my sternum. I instantly started feeling my heart race, my breathing turn to pants and a bit of anxiety start filling my head as footsteps echoed before I saw only two figures at the edge of the upper area: I could only see them from knee down: the left in dark blue trousers and nice shoes, the other was bare legged and their tiny feet were held in the thinnest, tallest heels I’ve ever seen someone wear and the flick of a wrapped skirt of metallic silver fabric around their leg. The two figures soon…started lowering before they both just started…walking towards Marie.
“Mariadron…charmed if ever I am sure” a voice said which made my heart leap into my throat as I saw the figure it came from: a very, very tall man with icy pale olive toned skin, four solid glowing yellow eyes without pupils, a thick waist length braid of wine colored hair and angular features and thick black scruff, he looked…regal without a doubt, like a statue and was covered in scales of blues and greens, a huge pair of glimmering opal antlers coiled off his temples and a large diamond shaped pearl was over the point of his widow’s peak, he was dressed in a suit of dark, dark blue brocade patterned in dark green with a black shirt, gold pocket square and matching ascot, black driving gloves and walking with an ornate ivory cane that seemed to be needed due to the apparent limp he has.
“My…liege” Marie said bowing deeply, I honestly was shocked…I had never seen her be respectful to someone and she was being extremely respectful to him. “Thank you…so much for honoring the call of a…simple peasant in your father’s world such as myself.”
“Its fine…I already knew someone was trying to contact me, the receptionist at my main office in New York told me someone called excessively and without the money for a contract or anything like that…so when I received your message, I thought that they might be linked…especially with the area codes.”
“Of course, sir…please allow me” Marie said as she motioned, she walked with her head a touch low as he walked over before sitting across from me as the other figure in heels laughed softly, they are a…rather petite person, curvy for lack of better phrase, this gorgeous, but terrifyingly familiar mane of pitch black kinky curled hair to his chest, just pushed out of his face with a crown of pearls and platinum, deeply tanned skin more freckle than not, miss-matched eyes with one icy pale blue and the other hazel, small gap in the front teeth and dressed in this gorgeous wrapped gown of nearly mirror like silver fabric and long legs ending in the tallest, thinnest strappy heels, a huge fur stole wrapped around his back and the crooks of his arms, a handbag made of mirror shards held in one hand as he walked over and sat beside Kálmán. Up close, he was even more scary: his face is so…serene and in a feminine way classically beautiful with big doe like eyes that due to the dark makeup were bedroomy and sharp, full lips painted glossy nude and flawless skin without makeup, but made to show the lack of pores through very shiny makeup about his skin, a thin sharp nose that nearly made me feel like he was looking down at me and such…obvious wealth about him that in my nicest clothes I’d feel underdressed. That single icy blue eye was off-putting by how pale it is…it’s just white with a drop of neon blue added to it, it is so pale, nearly off white rather than blue. He had hanging earrings made of slivers of nautilus shells and a very heavy and ornate ring around one of his fingers with a ring that matched one on Kálmán’s finger. This is…the King of Sleet and Snow.
“So, you are the one that Marie said needed to speak to me?” Kálmán asked as he crossed his hands.
“Thank you…so much for seeing me…Tempestitas and…Nyx.” I said, he held a hand up.
“Those are…not our names, those are names that my grandmother has given us which is what is used for the science of demonology, plus…just call me Kal and my husband’s name is Anthony as I am sure you are aware of.”
“I…am a little” I said
“Wait” Kal said as he held a hand up, “You’re a demigod, aren’t you? I’d recognize that smell anywhere.”
“I am”
“What’s your name?”
“Nomarch Aswad”
“An Egyptian demigod…by that feather pendant I am guessing, Anubis?”
“You are correct.”
“And here you are needing help from me…you truly must be in the shit then.”
“Not me, a friend of mine.”
“Well…tell me about this friend of yours.”
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