“Come.” He nodded to where the music still played.
“You have got to be kidding me?” I said after pushing my body from the pillar and following him. I could barely believe the new level of insanity my father had succumbed to.
In the centre of the room was a naked man on his knees and hog tied in such a way he looked close to toppling over. His face was locked in a device, looking straight towards a large white sheet that was held at the wall by two servants. His eyes had turned milky white and his blank expression told me he was under the influence of my father’s demonic power.
“I always wanted to watch this film.” He said as he petted his new toy’s arched back and then smacked his ass. In doing so it made the vision of the movie playing from his eyes jump, like a reel of film skipping a scene.
There were two females fighting in a winter garden with samurai swords and I had to admit the sight looked appealing enough to hold my interest for a few seconds.
“Apparently it’s called ‘Kill Bill’, but I am yet to find out who this Bill character is, so if you happen to come across a sinful soul who has seen the sequel, then do send them my way won’t you” I raised an eyebrow at my father’s new toy and wondered how much the poor soul being used as a projector thanks to his memories, wished electricity existed in Hell.
“I have important matters to discuss with you.” I decided to get straight to the point.
“Oh in that I have no doubt, come…sit.” He held out an arm for me to follow him to the orgy that continued even in his brief absence.
“Alone.” My order rang clear and one I knew he wouldn’t deny me.
“Very well.” He said not even bothering to keep the humour from his reply. The Demon was insufferable!
“You know the last time I saw you, I remember you still found pleasures in thrusting your cock within the warmth of a willing vessel.”
“Things have changed.” I snapped not being able to keep the memory of being told my Chosen One had finally been born from influencing my response.
“That they have indeed.” He muttered and for once he didn’t lace the comment with flippancy.
I followed behind him as he walked through a large archway and further away from the events I had first walked into. We walked in silence and only the sounds of our footsteps echoed the halls that normally held noises of a very different kind. If anything it only managed to enhance the sincerity of the conversation that we both knew would be shortly taking place.
If I was honest, it had taken me all of ten months to calm enough to this point so that I didn’t end up having this conversation with my father’s neck at the end of my blade. Irrational thinking I know, considering it had nothing to do with my father’s decisions when a very unexpected guest turned up on his doorstep. But just the thought of them being in the same room together had me balling my hands into fists until I heard them crack once more.
My father led me down a long hallway and to a door at the end. The size of the entrance and seriousness of the locking mechanism told me this wasn’t a room he shared often, if at all. It most certainly wasn’t a room I had ever been invited into and when he opened the door, I quickly knew why.
Never once in all my years had I been inside my father’s private chambers and I only knew of one other soul who had…
My mother.
The large space was sectioned off into different areas and the one he led me to now was clearly used as his office. I found myself rolling my eyes behind his back as my father’s warped sense of humour even reflected in his private life. He walked up a few steps and turned back to smirk at me as I took in the church altar he was using as a desk.
It was a handcrafted solid piece of oak, only there was nothing holy about it. It was heavily carved, with four panels cut at the front, each one displaying their own sexual scene that would make any pastor blush. Not surprisingly carved apples were the fruit of choice to frame the whole piece.
“Won’t you take a seat?” He nodded to the chair in front but I ignored him, knowing what I had come here to say was best said standing.
My father took his seat behind the altar in what could only be described as the most egotistical throne I had ever seen and I had sat in a quite a few in my time.
“Nice chair.” I commented dryly on the matt black stone statue that was my father’s exact image of his Demon self, created in such a way it could be sat upon. The three famous sides of his personality sat at the top of the throne, the first being that of a ram. Lucifer always did say his humour would butt heads with his fellow Kings of the other circles… he was right of course.