“It’s not that I am mad at you for not telling me you could talk.” Amare paced around the room. “Shit. Satan. You’ve seen me at my lowest.” He cringed, chewed on his fingers, and mumbled, “Pretty sure you’ve seen me shit too-”
“Human.” Satan stretched his nails clawed the blanket under him. “You granted me the ability to speak.” He glanced at the disturbed Amare. “Your mother’s book of spells can help if you wish for me to… how do you humans say it?... Shut up?”
Amare cackled insanely. “Ok ok.” His fingers snapped. “CLEARLY. I haven’t taken my meds or I took too many which is why I am hallucinating your voice.” He froze. “Wait, are hallucinations part of the side effects?” He ran to grab his medication.
“Oh for the sake of the stars.” Satan annoyed bounced off the bed and disrupted Amare’s path. “First of all, get down.” Amare felt gravity weigh him down as his body dropped to the floor. “Now, be calm and listen-”
“Of course.” Amare scoffed. “Because this is totally calming. Didn’t you know that the first thing you shouldn’t do when a person is panicking is RESTRICT THEM DOWN AGAINST THE FLOOR.” He wiggled pathetically around.
Satan sighed and let out a mumble. Immediately Amare could feel his limbs. “Save your thank you for later. Now then. I must educate you on a few things-”
“Wait not now. I have questions-”
“If you interrupt me one more time, you insolent descendant of abydocomyst I will use your pillow as a loo!”
They both glare at one another silently fuming. The old grandfather clock ticked in the corner and the bucket holding the water from the leaky roof dripped. Amare inhaled. Rolled his eyes and muttered a fine. He did not even know what loo meant.
“Good.” Amare could have sworn the cat was smirking. “Allow me to introduce myself. Satan, the 3rd of the sins and avatar of wrath. SIdekick of your mother Ji-” Amare gave the cat a look. “Right. The woman. Now onto the implant part. I have been serving your family for the last century. Starting with the woman and now I am passed down to. “ The cat paused, then sneezed. “You.”
Amare blinked. “Ok and?” Satan tilted his head. “Is that it?”
“And? What else is there to say?” Satan yawned. “Pardon me, it is time for my slumber.” He jumped back onto the bed.
Amare stood up groaning. “Let me get this straight.” He snickered. “I open an old book, un-code some stupid rhyme phrase thing in Spanish, and now you can talk.” Satan blinked at him drowsily. “You introduce yourself and that’s it?” Amare waved his hands at one of the boxes in the room. “Zero powers, zero mission, zero exciting cool adventure I get assigned to like in Novah’s Change?”
Satan had already dozed off and Amare fumed. “OK nappy time for Satan. I guess.” Rolling his eyes he walked out of the room.
***
“Father? Mom?” Amare’s words echoed against the walls.
House empty and a note on the table greeted Amare. His new mother worked as Chief of the police department in their town, so she was out working. Meanwhile, his father had grocery shopping to do. Amare was tasked to finish some small chores in the meantime so he would not get “aburrido.” After all, he had been passing time holed up in his new room. But who could blame him? He had so much to decorate and fix.
Amare went outside as the note instructed. His task, which was set in the graveyard, Was quite simple. Cleaning the tombstones in front of the office area. The fact that they lived near a graveyard still freaked him out but not enough to hinder his chores. He picked up a bucket and a sponge that had been placed near the semi-abandoned office. Just like before the cover did not reveal the beauty of the inside interior. Golden brown wood was on the floor and the walls a sunny yellow. Amare peeked around and smiled, noticing the picture frames of his father, him, and Neveah on the walls and desk.
Moving along, Amare began to scrub the pillars. Scrubbing the dirt off them and washing away any bird poop or graffiti on them Amare soon felt his arms become sore. He wiped his sweat and turned to look at how many he had left. Disappointed he counted 5 done out of the entire graveyard.
“Human, just turn on the hose and blast the dirt away.” A certain cat walked over to his recent work and scoffed amusingly.
Amare rubbed his temples. “Satan,” he faked a smile. “I’m pretty sure if I used the hose I would end up destroying the pillar things.” He gently rubbed his finger on top of one. “See? It’s decaying, and falling apart.”
Satan rolled his beady eyes. “Suit yourself. I will enjoy watching you suffer.” Turning towards satan Amare would reply snarkily unaware of someone else watching him.
“Excuse me!” A tender voice called out to him.
Amare blushed at a pair of women staring at him curiously. “Ah yes, um how can I help you?”
They were both blonde. The one talking had peeking silver roots and the other had her golden locks into a ponytail.
The woman continued speaking. “Young man we were looking for Mr. Santos. Have you seen him lately? We were attempting to invite his fiance and him over for dinner.” She patted the other woman’s arm. “Isn’t that right honey?”
Upon closer look, the other woman was taller and buffer. Her arms were like those of a lumberjack. Veins were visible every few inches or so. Unlike her intimidating figure, her eyes tenderly gazed upon the other. She grunted in approval.
“Who invited Dr. Frankenstein and her beast-” Satan wait wagged in the air. Amare dipped his hand in the water and waved it in Satan’s direction. “You beslubbering reeling-ripe plebian!”
“Be nice!” Amare whispered. “He should be back soon I believe he went grocery shopping not too long ago heh.”
The tallest looked down towards her lover. Meanwhile, she clapped her hands. “Oh goody! In the meantime do tell us. Where are you from? We haven’t seen you in town before.” She waved her hand in the air. “And trust me I know everyone.” She giggled.
Amare wiped his hands on his jeans. “Ah well you see, I am um…” He awkwardly looked towards the ground coughing. They all stood in silence. Amare red-faced looked at them and continued. “Sorry, I am Mr. Santos erm kid. Child. Son, thing. Yeah.” He wished he was in one of those graves.
“Amare!” She excitedly called. “Yes, I knew I recognized those eyes. You look so much like your father now wow!” She hobbled towards him in a hurry her lover following closely behind her.
He in turn awkwardly walked towards them. Which he soon came to regret as the woman began to touch his face. Muttering about how symmetrical his face was and what a cute nose he had. Amare tried to speak but the only words that came out of him were muffled.
The tallest woman patted the other's arm. She grunted once and the half brunette froze. With one look they had understood each other. “Oh, you are so right mon amour! I didn’t introduce ourselves.” The only woman who spoke continued. “We are the Louvel family. This is my wife Esme Louvel and I am Luna Louvel. We own the little flower shop downtown we are quite the popular tour stop if you didn’t know.” She winked at Amare.
“Amare Santos. Pleased to meet you.” Amare massages his cheeks feeling them a bit warm. “If you’d like I can probably bring out some water or tea if you’d like.” He scolded himself for not asking sooner. His mother was always uptight about being a good host.
“Oh, little Santos of course.” Luna clapped her hands. “We would love to play as your guests. I’d like some water.” Esme Louvel grunted once again. “Ah, and my love would like some too.”
Amare nodded and pointed. “I’ll get going now. Please feel free to sit in the garden patio.” He speed walked away.
Satan cattily pranced behind him. Not after giving the Louvels a hard stare. They in turn smiled at the cat. Luna’s eyes glimmered and Esme aggressively bared her fangs in a deep growl. “See you around little demon.” They laughed as the cat went away towards his master.
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