“Get this piece of shit out of my fucking building!”

Sonri was hardly used to be greeted in such a crass manner. The layman was far more respectful, fearful even. For what was supposedly the head office, the decor of the place was less than impressive and defiant of the expectations Sonri had come to build of self-important CEOs and their lavish “work” spaces.

A very barebones and rather ugly office indeed. The walls flat, textureless walls were lined with a sickening diluted pea-green colour. There were no ornaments hung up anywhere, no accoutrements or pieces of set-dressing. Just a noise dampening and scratchy rug and walls that made Sonri want to heave.

“Is that really how you speak to a prospective business associate, Mr. Kaio?” Another voice cooed. Sonri had heard this one before, Lindt T. Wilde.

It was true that Sonri was late, that much he wouldn’t deny. But the sheer rudeness from the host, that is to say, the one who had extended him an invitation, to begin with, months ago, was unexpected, to say the least.

Castille Kaio, head of Castle NRG. He sat at the head of a classic boardroom table, dark brown with that strange gloss one would always find on new furniture. The gloss partnered well with the similar effect that the man’s violet head of hair had, a perpetual shimmer that was ever-present, regardless of where he was in relation to the sunlight pouring in from behind through the open curtains.

“I don’t take tardiness well, and I certainly don’t like it when it cuts into my day more than accounted for. So as far as I’m concerned, we’ll talk when I have the time. Get the fuck-”

“Enough!”

Sonri was hardly a patient being, and this Castille character seemed to be making it his mission to test the limits of that patience.

“I did not travel all of this way to be spoken to in such a manner, Mr. Kaio.” Sonri finally said. “Like you, I too am very busy and would appreciate it if you would forgive me.”

Sonri met Castille’s eyes, an animal staring into the soul of a violet haired demon.

“I seldom let mere humans talk to me with such disrespect! Please do not think your split-heritage will spare you my wrath. I have been courteous to my utmost and find your lack of receptiveness to that gesture highly unfavourable.”

In an instant, Castille was on his feet, hands on the table with his fingers steadily digging into the wood, cracking and chipping it.

“You walk into my office! You call me out! Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Hey, is this really the time?” Lindt chimed in. His words were soundly ignored by the ever furious Castille.

“I don’t give two fucks if you’re the son of some kind of space warlord. This is my planet, my company and my building! I said you’re too late, so get the fuck out of here!”

It had begun, the shaking. The room shakes as always. Castille and Sonri had already begun to get heated, soon their auras would take shape, and by then, it would be too late.

“Maybe I shall find you some manners by pulling them out of your throat, Mr. Kaio.”

“Say your prayers, freak.”

That was Lindt’s cue as far as the scientist was concerned.

“Good talk, Castille, good talk. Same time next-”

“Just get the fuck out of here already!”

Lindt gave a shrug and did as he was told, slipping out of the meeting just and the fists began to fly.