The Pentagram Child(6)
“Asar?” I asked him where and he pointed down the centre, off to the right.
“Elenu dimtu, isten baba ina pilus duru” (‘Upper tower, first gate on tunnel wall’) I took in my directions wondering, in all the times in my life I had been here, if I had ever revisited the same place twice. The castle was easily the size of New York City, which was why I always chose some place high to land. The fight had just been a bonus. Usually my identity was found out a lot quicker and nobody wants to find themselves in a battle with their King’s son. But I hadn’t been back here in a long time, which meant Asmodeus had indeed been recruiting.
I didn’t reply, nor did I bid the servant any parting words as such things weren’t done in this realm. I simply stepped off the edge and only let my wings unfold when I saw the first gate he spoke of. The air resisted against each feather as I slowed enough to grab a hold of one of the pillars and hoisted myself over the side to the steps. I ruffled my wings until comfortable again before pinning them back out of the way.
Like most of my kind, our wings were not only an incredibly sensitive part of our bodies but also something we showed with pride. It reflected our important status within the supernatural world. Those who had been punished enough to have their wings removed were normally shunned from our kind and never granted another chance at getting them back. It was one of the reasons I reserved the punishment for those who were foolish enough to really piss me off. Tipping the scales in a way that affects greater numbers, or simply like the day at my warehouses when hunters tried to take Keira from me. Now that thought had me grinding my teeth and cracking my knuckles, desperate for another fight.
These murderous thoughts were enough to last until I was close enough to feel my father’s presence within the castle. I followed the static air as it became thicker, something that always happened when you put two alpha males with such raw power in the same vicinity as each other.
I walked into the last room where I knew I would find my father but frowned when I heard the sound of clapping and someone playing the Spanish guitar.
“Ah the prodigal son returns!” I rolled my eyes at my father’s humour and came to a stop at the sight that met me. Asmodeus lay sprawled out on top of an island of piled furs, cushions and naked bodies all entwined in sexual acts. My mind flashed back to Keira’s family traditions and seriously doubted that this was one sight she would have witnessed upon her homecomings.
“Abum,” I replied using the old word for father knowing how it irritated him so.
“Now, now my Maru, is that anyway to greet your old man?” He asked throwing back the word for son in the same way.
“And this is a way to great your son, with your cock firmly embedded in the hole of a restrained mouth?” I asked back, folding my arms and leaning against a pillar that for once wasn’t the statue of a naked being.
My father’s smile turned wicked and pulled back on the hair he had fisted to lock the mouth in question to his erection.
“It’s a hot mouth at that my dear but one that will have to wait.” He then released the female causing her to fall back and I couldn’t help but shake my head at the outfit she wore that he was getting off on.
“A nun…really?”
“A naughty nun son, so don’t kill the illusion.” I ended up needing to hold the bridge of my nose at the re-run of events we always seemed to play out. The sound of his deep laughter right in front of me had me opening one eye to see if he had done with this game yet. He slapped me on the back and said,
“Come, I want to show you my new toy.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I said to his back as he walked from me into the room. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk and said,
“But yet you found the time to play with my soldiers…um?”
“Trust me, soldiers like that needed the time taking and I would hardly call it a fight, more like playing dead without waiting for the command. Is this what your army has been reduced to?” I saw only a brief flash of fire in his eyes to know he had taken a hit to his ego with my last comment. Of course he quickly reined it in and said,
“Please, they were merely younglings and now this way when their souls are recycled, they will have learnt a valuable lesson.”
“So you’re thanking me?” I asked wryly making my father laugh.
“From the looks of things you need to be thanking me for the relief… I bet your demon certainly enjoyed himself for those few short moments you allowed it.” This time it was the fire I could feel flash in my own eyes as my demon responded in agreement. Again he laughed, making me growl.