Week Five: Monday
When: Night
Where: Outside of Old Town Towers
Who: Nikolaos – Narrative
Did his father really think that he could go rush off to see that bitch and someone wasn’t going to get hell for it? He thought he was sly in going off when Nikolaos wasn’t around but he wasn’t so sly as to evade every pair of eyes and ears that were instructed to watch the older demon no matter what he said. Some were loyal to Mikkos above all others. But many others knew their place and knew who to truly listen to. It wasn’t the guards getting the earful for the fuck up however. No, it was Nikolaos, and both grandfather and mother could scream worse then banshee cries.
From the woman he’d only snarled back in return that he could not be expected to watch his fathers every fucking move. She knew her place and would not seek to push him. But with the grandfathers rather harsh words it was another matter. The man was still elder to the family and Nikolaos knew any such words to him would earn swift punishment. Enjoy pain as he might there was a distinct difference between punishment and pleasure.
Through it all Nik kept gritted teeth and dark eyes were narrowed into angry slits. The other man knew that this trip to the surface was not about playing with past flames that could scarcely be called such. It was about business. And still knowing Nik was here to watch him, knowing all the family held no trust in his steps, he’d done so anyways. Putting not only himself in the path of wrath but Nikolaos. To say that Nik was displeased would be the understatement of the century.
He was furious.
Did his father even understand how disloyal it made him appear to be drawn back by that cold blooded lesser creature? To even to think to utter words of love or care towards her. If Nikolaos had his way he’d see the entire family wiped out to simply have them no longer be threat or worry. It would certainly make his life a hell of a lot easier. Of course enslaved would have its advantages as well…but scarcely was the true point of the matter. He stood no chance against them but that just barely stilled the desire to go find the woman again and tear her head from her shoulders. He’d even be kind enough to give the trophy to his father. Maybe then he’d realize the error of it all.
Yes perhaps he’d gone only to speak that there was nothing left between them. Nikolaos could think to that optimistic fashion that his father only wanted to fully close down all possible connections. Did he really believe such however? No, not truly. There were other ways to do such. Ways that would not verify the disdain that many in the family held for past actions. Ways that would not prove to Nik that his fathers focus had become...swayed.
No it was difficult to believe such things were innocent. He’d seen the way the woman’s eyes lit up at the scent of him even if her mind hadn’t yet placed the familiarity. There was something there still. Something that needed to die. They should have simply wiped their memories. There was risks in such of course but doing so to the woman wouldn’t bring about any concern towards the family now would it?
Anger was such a palpable thing for demons. A surge of emotion that rarely liked to be quenched. Nikolaos knew that calm, however, was needed for him. No other way to keep himself in check in this human world without it. But the only way to find that again was to release just a bit of that anger. Too bad for the poor girl that had been so eager for him to go home with her the night before. How quickly she had agreed to meet with him again. A foolish little thing with eyes so wide and hopeful in looking at him. She didn’t even hesitate to go somewhere private…but things didn’t go as she’d thought after that. The screams were an all together different kind.
The body was left behind for guards to deal with. The act helped, slightly, but not near enough. With lips still holding a vague sneer Nikolaos made his way through the faint shadows to his room once more to clean up and then leave again for the night. Staying indoors trapped by those walls…was not the best of ideas for the demon right now.
Where: Outside of Old Town Towers
Who: Nikolaos – Narrative
Did his father really think that he could go rush off to see that bitch and someone wasn’t going to get hell for it? He thought he was sly in going off when Nikolaos wasn’t around but he wasn’t so sly as to evade every pair of eyes and ears that were instructed to watch the older demon no matter what he said. Some were loyal to Mikkos above all others. But many others knew their place and knew who to truly listen to. It wasn’t the guards getting the earful for the fuck up however. No, it was Nikolaos, and both grandfather and mother could scream worse then banshee cries.
From the woman he’d only snarled back in return that he could not be expected to watch his fathers every fucking move. She knew her place and would not seek to push him. But with the grandfathers rather harsh words it was another matter. The man was still elder to the family and Nikolaos knew any such words to him would earn swift punishment. Enjoy pain as he might there was a distinct difference between punishment and pleasure.
Through it all Nik kept gritted teeth and dark eyes were narrowed into angry slits. The other man knew that this trip to the surface was not about playing with past flames that could scarcely be called such. It was about business. And still knowing Nik was here to watch him, knowing all the family held no trust in his steps, he’d done so anyways. Putting not only himself in the path of wrath but Nikolaos. To say that Nik was displeased would be the understatement of the century.
He was furious.
Did his father even understand how disloyal it made him appear to be drawn back by that cold blooded lesser creature? To even to think to utter words of love or care towards her. If Nikolaos had his way he’d see the entire family wiped out to simply have them no longer be threat or worry. It would certainly make his life a hell of a lot easier. Of course enslaved would have its advantages as well…but scarcely was the true point of the matter. He stood no chance against them but that just barely stilled the desire to go find the woman again and tear her head from her shoulders. He’d even be kind enough to give the trophy to his father. Maybe then he’d realize the error of it all.
Yes perhaps he’d gone only to speak that there was nothing left between them. Nikolaos could think to that optimistic fashion that his father only wanted to fully close down all possible connections. Did he really believe such however? No, not truly. There were other ways to do such. Ways that would not verify the disdain that many in the family held for past actions. Ways that would not prove to Nik that his fathers focus had become...swayed.
No it was difficult to believe such things were innocent. He’d seen the way the woman’s eyes lit up at the scent of him even if her mind hadn’t yet placed the familiarity. There was something there still. Something that needed to die. They should have simply wiped their memories. There was risks in such of course but doing so to the woman wouldn’t bring about any concern towards the family now would it?
Anger was such a palpable thing for demons. A surge of emotion that rarely liked to be quenched. Nikolaos knew that calm, however, was needed for him. No other way to keep himself in check in this human world without it. But the only way to find that again was to release just a bit of that anger. Too bad for the poor girl that had been so eager for him to go home with her the night before. How quickly she had agreed to meet with him again. A foolish little thing with eyes so wide and hopeful in looking at him. She didn’t even hesitate to go somewhere private…but things didn’t go as she’d thought after that. The screams were an all together different kind.
The body was left behind for guards to deal with. The act helped, slightly, but not near enough. With lips still holding a vague sneer Nikolaos made his way through the faint shadows to his room once more to clean up and then leave again for the night. Staying indoors trapped by those walls…was not the best of ideas for the demon right now.