I looked up from the brown epoxy sealed concrete floor up to Dorian as his back was to the wall, I don’t even know his last name, all I can recall from my vivid nightmares is this figure made of solid magic running down a dark corridor as it twisted, turned, and inverted on itself as if reality was collapsing and building as the figure ran. I only heard the name whispered in the nightmare last night and I had barely been able to sleep that night because of the nightmare. I rested my chin on the back of my hand as my vision softly shifted as if everything was stretched before returning as he was covered in this soft hazy aura of a near blinding, electric neon orange and swirling silver as the light shifted into these kind of trippy looking expanses of interlocked rings. He is a couple of centimetres shorter than me, warm richly toned skin with a few scars and marks showing his mortal nature with a beauty spot below the left corner of his lower lip and one matching under the outer corner of his right, a flop of mousy brown wavy hair with some slightly lighter tones through it that would probably be at his jaw, maybe a touch longer if it was loose from the tight knot at the base of his skull, he is…thinner and more lithe than you would think someone in his profession would be, but there was some defined muscle on his figure, but he’s not built. A sharp jaw clashed with all the rest of his features being fairly soft and not baby-faced, but just more feminine and gentler, save for the very thick and dark scruff along the lower half of his face that did fit his profession. A thin band of leather was around his neck and a simple pair of brass studs in his ears, everything about him was very warm, very kind and…much more gentle than you would expect for someone in police work to be…but those eyes, those eyes of his drew me in like a moth to a flame: the left being this near black dark brown, but his right…his right eye was this unearthly clear sea foam green colour that I had never seen before even with all of the various colours magical species can have as their eyes or even in Seers, that soft shade of a pale, creamy blue green. He was dressed in very well-worn dark boots, dark wash jeans that have been very well broken in and could use a little tailoring paired with a dark green button-down with a tombstone grey and black leather jacket on that was a weird hybrid of motorcycle jacket and cardigan.
I closed my eyes as I looked back down as I felt the Bond twist itself in my chest, the intense and heady scent of crisp, cold sea air clashed with the scent of evergreen trees: pine, cedar and elm thickly accented with the dank scent of cigarettes making this intense and evocative scent that reminded me of being on the northern coast of the UK in winter. He is…without a doubt gorgeous, the man could only get more delectable if he was in some clothing that had been properly tailored to his figure, but…the dark shades and heavier materials were fitting for him and probably needed for his line of work, he’s not the type like me to wear a shirt cut down nearly to the navel casually. He sighed as he folded his hands behind his head as he rested the sole of one of his feet on the wall, the motion caused his muscles to flex a bit and showed off the muscles he has as he pulled his hair out of the knot as he raked a hand back through his hair as it fell to curl at the nape of his neck, a few stray strands falling over his face and coiling around his ears as he raked it all back into a knot again. The Bond twisted in my chest again as he did so, wanting me to basically just throw myself at his feet.
“I’m sure you’re correct.” He said, the thickest accent on that man and because I am from here, I could tell where that accent is from, and it is…very hard to decipher if you’re unaccustomed to the range of accents that just London has, but his wasn’t one of the many of London…but of Kent. “So, you do what you can to assist me with finding the thief…teach me some magic and…we see where this whole ordeal between the two of us goes?”
“I wouldn’t mind the start of that…if…you let me take you out a few times…I am an honest and honourable man, I’m not going to let everything I’m doing for you go…unfulfilled on your part.”
“How would you taking me out on a date…be fulfilling my part?” he asked
“The Bond wants closure and intimacy between the two of us, if I can get you to like me a bit more…the Bond would be happy for that at least.” I said as I laced my fingers as I flexed them to crack my knuckles out of habit. “And what you did earlier, the mimicking of horns…most of us do have horns or antlers or a mix of the sort, I however…am one of the few that does not have horns or antlers. My magic shows itself as a head element in a very, very different way.”
“I’m sorry” he said, honestly sounding sorry for thinking he offended me.
“Its fine, most people would instantly go to horns for anyone or anything with a demonic origin.” I said with a shrug, I was used to people being confused with my lack of horns or antlers, that and most people are confused by my demonic heritage with my overall colour pallet while I am in my full self, I am not like my cousins where my skin turns black or I’m covered in flames; my lower body is that of a horse and everything about me is gold, white and purple, but there is so little black on my person when I am in that form that people forget it’s there at all.
“If…If you don’t mind me asking…who…which archdemon…are you…” he stuttered, pausing often to go through words as he was carefully choosing them, I sighed.
“My father?” I asked, “My mother is the chronomental, my father is the archdemon…my father is Furcas.”
“…who?” he asked, I laughed softly
“Don’t worry about not knowing who he is…the big eight of all of us are the ones who are born of the most notable archdemons: Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Satan, Lucifer, Lilith and Mammon.” I explained
“Lucifer and Satan are…different people?”
“The fables of humans blended the two over time, but I assure you the two are as different as night and day” I explained, “My father is an archdemon that is not talked about, nor is he very well known about…the only book I know of that mentions him is Collin de Plancy’s Dictionnaire Infernal.” I explained, “And even then, the only few times I can recall of people talking about him was in the late 1500s.”
“Are…are you that old?”
“What? No, I was born in ’95.” I said, “Kal is the oldest, he’s getting up there in his third century, but he is fully the oldest…my dad likes to joke about how nobody knows who the fuck he is.”
“You still talk to him?” he asked
“Of course, he and my mom live in a magical gated community hidden in the shadow of Big Ben.” I said with a laugh, “What did you think all of the archdemons got all of our other parents pregnant or got pregnant themselves than vanished only to leave us at someone’s doorstep randomly?”
“…maybe” he said, I laughed softly
“The closest that ever happened to any of us was Zavier, but even then…it was because they have two fathers and their demonic father had to stay in the Hells because keeping himself in a feminine figure was taxing on him so keeping his body in the Hells kept him in a feminine form easier.” I explained, “Most of us were very lovingly raised by both our parents and are still very close to all of our parents.”
“I’m…sorry if I offended.”
“You didn’t” I said, “I am accustomed unfortunately to people having certain expectations and ideals as to what the child of an archdemon must act like, look like or other aspects like such…so, we get used to brushing those kinds of comments off.” I explained
“So…” he started, I laughed softly
“Am I keeping you from work?” I asked
“No, I told my office I was going to be on a stakeout and following some leads for most of today so not to call me or anything…I had an interview with the magical police here.”
“Smart, that’ll keep them from talking to you. Its why I work for myself, I cannot stand being told when I need to be in the shop, when and where I need to be or go along those lines.”
“Why…why clockwork?”
“It’s a long story” I said with a laugh as I looked upwards as the huge bells right below my apartment rung deeply through the building making the very foundation rumble below me.
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