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Humans were simple creatures, unlike the benevolent God who made them in their so-called image. They were ignorant, foolish and dependant creatures- nothing really like their creator. With their weak limbs, shortened lifespans and annoying habits, they were actually very lucky to be existing, as they had caused all other lesser developed humanoids to extinction. Fortunately, for the disgusting weaklings, they also served a finite purpose in the maintenance of the Universe.

Lucky them.

   However, the slayers were very interesting. Better than humans in both survival and intelligence. Their entire existence was based on the extermination of the Inhuman race. Which happened to be Rex's. But, he had to admit, they were very knowledgeable for soulless, heartless, killing machines that were once human. Living feeble lives until they had gotten greedy and selfish. The Gysen, a petty God with a back for selfishness, used that human weakness, coming to them then offering power and riches. The men would believe him, making a deal with a Demon God and not knowing the full extent to the bargain. They gave up their souls in return for immortality, agility, wisdom, and strength. Along with the ability to be practically pain-free.

With the exception that they had to serve him. Live and die for him, in his War against Inhumans. The now soulless, having not the strangest clue about this part of the deal, were then forced to comply or die an excruciatingly painful death by the Gysen's claws. They were, however, tales of those who had got away scot-free from the Gysen. Somehow breaking the connection between Master and Servant. What simpletons, Rex thought, he knew deals. It was in his nature to make deals and he was fucking magnificent at it. Humans seemed to not have that skill.

   The Gysen was a mere God, the youngest son of the Creator and the Brother to the God of Stars and the Goddess of the Moon. He could be defeated. If one knew where and what realm he resided in. No one, not even his minions knew where it was, or how to find the place. How he finds his subjects were simply through dreams or visions, and on very few times, he can take a mortal host, with permission to visit them, if necessary. It was not possible for extended periods of time and he communicates with them in their minds and guides them. Still, the Gysen cannot last long the in mortal realm, even through communication. So, he cannot observe or even know what his children are up to or who they associate themselves with.

Associates like Rex, who sat some feet away from the Exhors. Three men, one with mismatched eyes looking to be in his late thirties. A middle man that was shorter of the three with pale blonde hair and a third that was older and balding. They stood in Rex's office which was upstairs of his Casino, Blood Money. The half breed could say he had an idea of why they chose to be here.

Demons and Exhors had a history.
  Demons being known for their ruthlessness and Exhors, their fearlessness in the face of death. Not like Demons feared Death. He'd heard stories that many had slept with her. Demons also were known to partner with Exhors, well the foolish ones were. Like they hadn't learned what happened to the idiots that came up with that idea? Demons were more powerful than Exhors and though, they were Inhuman, they were rarely acknowledged, much less accepted into their Inhuman safe havens, because of their many bad habits. Exhors worked best at night, like any Demon, feeding on the darkness, as well as blood, their instincts were stronger. They honestly would make a remarkable team, if they choose to work together. However, that was not to ever happen without the albeit, reluctant Demon Leader agreeing to such an association.

That was why these Exhors decided to step foot into Rex's territory. Into his fucking Casino and ask for a private meeting, on such short notice. It was a little sad that they didn't know that he was half-bred, which brought him connections and part of what made him so much stronger. He could only imagine the things they wished him to do for them. Exhors could sense Inhumans, it was what helped them when they hunted. And they could clearly sense them in Las Angeles as a lot of Demons tended to spend their time in the City of Angels. Ironic.

  From his office, the glass showed bright lights. The city had gotten drastically colder as the season of Christmas drafted in. All was merry in the Heavens and on Earth. Alas, the celebration of birth of Christ did not affect strong Demons such as Rex, it did, however, disrupt the Exhors for some unknown reason. This was all so surprising and exciting for Rex. Never once, has Exhors been so bold to seek him out, the known Bachelor of Las Angeles for the last 2 years and the Demon Lord. He didn't take up that title, it was given to him, just like his nickname, Rex.

Rex had taken up the care for Demons over the 5 past decades. He gave those willing jobs, protected those innocent and within the country. With ties to Europe and an iron grip on a luxury casino and hotel chain, he had made a big name for himself in the USA. He was one of the wealthiest men, due to his inheritance and accumulated finances over his 100+ human years working. He looked to be in his late thirties (forty, as much as he denied it) but he was nearing his 252nd birthday. One of the oldest in the Inhuman community, as well as one of the most feared. 

The Dark Prince, he was called, Corvinius Lionel Aquillion, Last Cousin to the Queen of Vampires, Cassandra Ivory Luxor, the born son of Callidora Beth Aquillion-Lorde. His birth father was a Demon. As far as he could get with all his research and his Mother, he was only known as Dameon. Dying centuries ago and never meeting his only child or getting the chance to live his life with his beloved. This was what most people knew. They knew he was a Demon, a powerful one. But not why, not that his mother was a Vampire, the cousin to the Queen of Vampires. They didn't know he was an actual Prince.

Corvinius preferred it. He owned over a dozen Casinos, Clubs and Hotels in Las Vegas and preferred to just be Corvinius Lorde in the Human world. Rex was more him, a reluctant leader, but a leader nonetheless. To the Exhors, and many others he was just the Prince of Demons. An unrelenting Male with Powers of Destruction and capable of immoral acts. The Demon Kind respected him and those defied him suffered unspeakable wrath. He was just, he didn't approve of rash behaviour nor did he want to be a tyrant. He simply wanted Demons to be recognized as more than just these biblical monsters. While many simply went to work, kissed their children to bed and smiled with their friends. They were just as inhuman and the others.

  Rex leaned forward in his leather seat, rubbing his jawline to his chin. He was beginning to get a beard, that could not be. Some of his dark hair, brushed back and marked, fell forward. His single-breasted black suit fit snugly against his muscles, the surgeon's cuffs at his wrists showed beneath the black shirt that was free a few buttons at his chest. He shifted a bit and smirked, the tip of his fangs against his lip.

Indeed, Exhors were quite fun, Corvinius thought. 
They were going to make this boring evening, very interesting.

Christmas Eve
Lincoln, Nebraska

The engine of the black and white, Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle purred as it pulled into the driveway of the Fetcher house. It's a sleek but rigid design made it stand out from the average cars that filled the yard as family members prepared inside. Matt black and fat tires crushed the snow-covered ground, as bright headlights flicked off. The rider dropped a wedge booted foot onto the snow and dragged his other leg over the leather seat of the bike, he stood and took off his dark cat ear helmet.

  Shaking his blonde hair-free, he took in the cold air against his skin as music rang out through his air pods. The leather jacket he wore was snug on his body but, it was just there for warmth against the snowy air. Underneath that, there was a soft blue turtle neck while he wore pair of long dark and thick leggings. He held the helmet under his arm as he slipped his phone out of his thigh pocket and paused his music.

Christmas lights and decoration lit up the home to give it that merry feeling. The Fetcher house was a grand farm house. It stood on 1 acre of land and was dusted with snow. Still, it had red and green christmas wreaths hung on the windows, two medium sized trees at the walkway with red and green lights blinking away. The rider sighed, his breath a puff of warmth in the air. Inside the house, sounds of laughter and the smell of all those Christmas cookies wafted out. He could feel the growth of joy and was so close to getting back on his bike.

The door to the house opened and revealed light from the inside. "Christian?"

The rider looked up at the call of his name. His twin sister, Coralyn was coming down in a rush to greet him.

  "Chris! Oh, thank God," She jumped into a hug, squeezing him and it made him think about the last time he had been so close to her. He used to be, but that was before, well, everything. He still loved her and would always, just things weren't the same.

"We thought that you wouldn't come. Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to see you." Cora looked honestly relieved as she dragged him up the walkway and into the house, "Let's get out of his cold. Mom is going to be so happy." 

  Really?
He didn't think so.

His parents' house was one of the biggest in Lincoln. His father's family were wealthy people and still were. The Fetchers owned the Lincoln Mall that had started as a small store many years ago before even Chris and Cora were born. Then also ran a Private Clinic and a few smaller connected businesses in the town. His sisters, their husbands, his mother, and relatives, even family friends devoted a lot to the businesses. Many of which were all inside the household on this Christmas Eve. His family believed in bonding, so there were many Family meetings or gatherings for events, Christmas being one of them.

   However, Chris had missed, what was it, almost a year of Family Meetings, had almost a hundred messages piling up in his WhatsApp from the Family Group. He didn't want to see them, much less spend an entire night in the house again. He had spent too many years in that house, drowning his thoughts out and trying to be someone he wasn't. A prime example being how he was dressed right now to his bike, compared to Cora's outfit and his sister's vehicles. He stood out like a sore thumb and though he'd done his best this past two years, this small part of him, was still him. And he knew, that something as simple as his sense of style was going to upset someone. Cora didn't notice his hesitation and he was practically dragged back inside that house.

The walls were the same, the stairs old but polished. Pictures with fake smiles on the wall and and empty, nauseous feeling rising in him. Too many things came rushing at him all at once. The disappointment that came with this house, the shame and the guilt he still carried to this day. God, it was like nothing had changed. Would it ever change, would his Family and this fucking place always have that feeling? Even after all he'd done to be this sort of upstanding citizen again? Thankfully, he could focus on Cora's voice and her scent to keep him settled, before he had some sort of anxiety attack and make an even bigger fool of himself. Chris also tried to focus on his family as Cora walked him about.

   Christian's sisters; Elizabeth, Mary, Tiana, Coralyn, and Annie were all already at different areas in the house, doing their parts. Beth was the eldest, at thirty-two years, she had twin daughters, Jessie and Breanna with her husband, Jasper Lake. Beth waved at Chris as she put a turkey in the oven, the smell wafting through the air. Her honey-blonde hair in a ponytail and her green eyes as bright as ever. Jasper greeted Chris as he watched his six-year-old daughters. Mary, the second-born, mixed a cake base as she forced a smile for her odd younger brother. Blonde and brown straight hair that was braided into two, her green-blue eyes were blocked by her gray framed glasses.

Mary's husband, Wyatt Harris, was the town's mechanic, passed by with a case of drinks, he gave a joyful 'Hey, Chris. Merry Christmas!' and then carried on. Tiana, the third-born daughter, was married to Darius Baynes and was expecting a baby boy next year. Tia's short brown hair, dark at the roots was in one as she stewed a pot. Tia sent him a wink as Cora set him in the living, right beside the kitchen. Coralyn and Christian, both twenty-three since January were twin brothers and sisters. Cora had locks of light blonde hair that fell beyond her shoulders and deep green eyes. She was the only one here that felt honest.

   Christian, the only boy between five sisters, was five feet and eight inches tall. With light blonde untamed hair, that was a golden brown at the roots, cut shorter at the back to fall thicker and wild in the front. Chris' left eye was grey and his right eye, blue, while they were both highlighted by dark eyelashes, cat winged liner and light brown brows. Fair skin that was in contrast to his sisters' natural golden, a soft angular face and light pink lips. He was slender with a slim waist and a lithe figure. Annie was the youngest at nineteen, having dark oak hair that reached her shoulders, with light green eyes. She had just finished washing dishes and came to say 'Hi' with one earbud in her ear, listening to music. Uncle Micheal and Gabriel, both twins and his mother's older brothers. Just like his brother, they were kind and funny. And hadn't changed their affection towards Chris's after everything. Aunt Lisa, Uncle Gabe's wife had wild red hair and light makeup on with brown doe eyes and freckles. She gave Uncle Gabe a son, Emmett who was twenty years old and had dark hair, freckles, and brown eyes.

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