Chapter Two is here! Song of the chapter is Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead.
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Selever stepped off the Greyhound bus, a backpack on his shoulder and his suitcase at his feet. He breathed in the LA air, and his face broke out in a grin.
"Well," he said lowly under his breath, "Home sweet home."
He'd needed this. Needed to get away from the dusty tomes and quiet of the cloister. Needed the chaos of a large city like he needed blood in his veins and breath in his lungs. Away from the library and its secrets.
He walked out into the city, hailing a cab and making his way downtown. He straightened his burgundy suit in the back of the cab and swept his hair back. He had an appointment to make and he'd be damned if he wouldn't be on time.
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Rasazy snorted at the pictures suddenly flooding her brother's Instagram. It looked like he was inside a strip joint, girls surrounding him and a drink she was absolutely sure that he wasn't legally allowed to drink in hand. She whipped the phone behind her back and turned as their—no, now her—bedroom door opened, and her mother poked her head in.
"Rasazy, how are you holding up?"
She pressed the power button on her phone behind her back, and then sighed. "About as well as can be expected, Mama."
Her mother sat beside her, and enveloped her in a hug. "Oh sweetheart, I know. Your brother has been gone a week and you two haven't been apart like this ever."
She pulled away and put her hands on her lap. "He's an adult now, and he wants to make his own way in the world. Your father and I couldn't keep him locked away here in the cloister forever, he's far too determined for that." She brightened up. "He sent me a letter the other day! He made it fine to Los Angeles and he's in business meetings trying to get his ideas off the ground!"
Rasazy thought back to her feed full of too much skin and too few scruples and suppressed a snort. "Good for him."
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He smirked as he surveyed the crowd awaiting entry into his newest club from his penthouse window. He sniffed delicately and let the high flood his system and he shook out his jitters before he straightened his lapels and strode across the polished black marble of the floors to the elevator.
Selever mentally gave himself a pat on the back. Yes, he'd done very well for himself in the two years he'd been in the City of Angels.
The ding and whoosh of the elevator doors sounded, and he stepped out into the black and gold of the upper level of the club with a grin. His fleet of bartenders and bouncers stood at attention before him, ready for the ritual he insisted every single one of his businesses have at the beginning of the work night.
"Ladies and Gentlefolk," he said, a broad grin on his face as he spread his arms, "Welcome to opening night of Infamy. You all know your duties."
They all made noises of assent. He unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white dress shirt and then opened the front of his expensive burgundy silk suit with a self-satisfied air.
"Good work. Let in the mob."
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Rasazy sighed as she combed through the stacks, a summoned spirit following behind her with her selections. She picked a tome off the shelf, gave it a look, and set it with the others.
The Prince. Art of War. The Divine Comedy. The New American Standard Bible. The Complete Bladesmith. The Art of the Japanese Sword.
Unusual selections for an eighteen year old girl, to be sure. But Rasazy was no ordinary girl.
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FanfictionIn the aftermath of their escapades in the past, Selever and Rasazy achieve their goals and become the Antichrist and Queen of Hell. But unresolved trauma threatens all they've built, and they find that things aren't alright. Maybe they were never a...
