The Demon and The Dragon

Chapter 7

Agmos looked to the tall figure in the doorway before speaking, "Swindle....." The tall figure stepped into the low light of the garage and Angel's eyes widened slightly. He had high cheekbones, and a somewhat thin face. What stood out most on him was the three tattoos on his chin. He wore a black button down and a crisp white tie, black slacks and a pair of black shoes. He looked to Agmos, a stern look on his face, a look of annoyance in his white eyes. "You know you aren't suppose to bring strangers here...." Agmos crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes. "What did you expect me to do, someone was in her house..." Swindle looked to Agmos and then to Angel and then back to him and sighed, "Fine, but only for tonight."

Swindle looked at Angel, who swallowed, feeling about as small as a child. That was a new feeling and she didn’t much care for it. "What is your name my dear?" Angel looked at him before speaking, "Angel....Angel Destler." He nodded before stepping aside to allow them into the house. Agmos went in first, Angel following behind him. It was very obvious that this person, Swindle, was very untrusting of others. Swindle watched as she entered the house, closing the door behind them and locked it back. Something was different about this one....but he couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't like Agmos to protect someone, let alone a human out of the blue.

He followed them down the hall, watching them closely before moving into the study to think. A female voice sounded in his head, 'Swindle? You alright?' Achille, always the watchful one, making sure he was OK. 'Yes my dear, I’m alright.' He could feel her concern through their connection. They all had a telepathic connection with each other. ‘You hesitated….why?’ Swindle chuckled softly before speaking. ‘Its nothing my dear, everything’s alright.’ Angel followed behind Agmos, who was more than a little annoyed with Swindle, it was like he didn’t trust him. “You can bunk with me tonight.” Angel went to argue but one look from Agmos said enough. ‘They don't trust you’ They stopped at a large doorway before Agmos turned the handle and pushed it open. A moment later, a large black shape barreled out of the doorway and knocked Angel to the ground. Large teeth loomed over her face as Hades, Agmos’s large hound growled low in his chest, almost daring her to move. “Hades! Bad dog! What did I tell you, we do not eat friends!” The second Agmos spoke, his hound looked up and lowered his ears, whimpering some. Hades quickly moved off Angel and moved over to Agmos, who shook his head, “Yeah you know you did wrong. Apologize.” The large hound looked at his master than to Angel, who had sat up.

The large hound moved over and sniffed at her before licking her hand. Angel looked at him and then smiled gently, scratching him behind the ear. “You’re forgiven….Hades was it?” The hound thumped it’s tail on the ground as she scratched his ear, making her chuckle. Agmos watched her, it wasn’t like his hound to take to people, that was strange. Hades leaned into her hand as she scratched his ear, “It’s not like him to take to new people…” Angel looked at him, “I guess I’m a special case.” She chuckled. Agmos smirked at her and moved into his room, Hades following him. Angel followed behind him and stopped just as she entered, her eyes widening some. The room was huge, and accented with black and red, and a smattering of purple. Along one side was a small love seat and a coffee table. There was a dresser next to the entrance of the bathroom. There was a small desk near the window, that had a laptop and a smattering of what looked like lyrics.

The bed took up most of the room, and was a four poster king bed with black and red sheets, and next to the nightstand on the right, was a beautiful electric guitar. It was a six string Gibson and was perfectly tuned, “Oh wow….that guitar is beautiful.” Agmos looked over, having kicked off his boots and went to the dresser to pull out some sleep clothes for her. “You play?” She chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck, “Kinda, my brother taught me.” She looked at him, he handing her the clothes, “here, you can use these tonight. The shower is through there.” He nodded to the door near the dresser, she taking them from him nervously and headed towards the bathroom. Hades jumped up on the bed and looked at his master. “What? Oh don’t give me that look, I’m just being nice” Hades gave him a look before laying his head down and huffing at him.
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Angel closed the door behind her and locked it, setting the clothes on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror, ‘What in the hell are you doing, you could have taken those guys in the house, you’re more than capable than taking them out.’ She sighed gently and turned around and moved to the shower. She started it and pulled the shower curtain, letting the water heat up. She stripped and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water hit her body, making her sigh. She washed herself and stepped out, grabbing the towel and dried off, pulling on the clothes Agmos lent her, the sweats sitting low on her hips, the shirt hugging her curves. She dried her hair and hung the towel up, leaving the bathroom. Agmos was laying on the love seat, and looked over as she came out. He swallowed some, clearing his throat a bit, “You can take the bed” She looked at him, “I don’t want to impose…” “You aren’t, I’ll be fine” He laid down on the love seat as she crawled into the bed and laid down. The light of the moon filtered in through the window as she closed her eyes and was out like a light.