The day had seemed to drag by for Ash, the good fairies from the previous day had yet to leave him be. He didn’t mind it though, not really. They let him relax, covered their ears while he played his guitar and then watched intently as he read a book.
They were amusing little creatures, to say the least, but he knew they annoyed half of the population at the mansion.
It was then, as Acheron had just finished taking a hot shower that he felt the gates open and a being stepped through them followed by whispers, and murmurs of gods. A powerful being at that. He took in a deep breath, willing his clothing to appear on his body as he teleported himself to the desk.
Swirling eyes studied the other for a moment behind his sunglasses, and narrowed a degree. He looked at the small pile of ash, and raised a brow as the fairies parted like the red sea near the other. “Now, now, no reason to take out your frustrations on the poor creatures.” He smirked slightly, eying the other as he spoke a name.
“I’m afraid there is no Raenef here, but perhaps, in time they will join you here.” He nodded his head slowly, trying his hardest not to enrage the demon in front of him. “I am Acheron Parthenopaeus, welcome to the mansion. All of your needs shall be met, and as I said before the one who’s name you called will probably join you soon enough.” Ash folded his arms over his chest, watching the other warily. He knew how upsetting it was to find yourself in a place where you did not wish to be. He understood that all too well.
Shifting he ran a hand through his still damp hair, wishing that he’d had time to dry it at least. Oh well, no matter. He glanced down at the desk, “You have a room here, which will be set up according to your liking.” Looking back up at the other he raised a brow, “Any questions?”