Son of Perseus ✓

Three

Jasoslav had ran loose through Aexiazan. He loved it here. He didn't want Pagan to get chewed out by Dasha, but something about being here just felt so right to him.

As he ran, dodging people that were taller than him, he gazed off towards the fires in the distance and the buildings within those said fires. "Cool…" he began. Then, that's right when he smacked into someone.

"Oof!" The brunette boy he bumped into began, rubbing his head and standing. "Watch where you're going," he began in a Greek accent.

"Oh! I'm sorry! It's just that it's my first time here and I'm taking in the sights," Jasoslav explained to the boy.

The boy looked about a year older than Jasoslav, who was ten.

"I'm Jasoslav Sklairov," He held his hand out for the other boy to shake.

The boy hesitated before shaking Jasoslav's outstretched hand. "Lukyan."

"You've got a last name?" Jasoslav asked.

"Not as far as I know," Lukyan answered.

"So, how long have you been coming to Aexiazan?" Jasoslav asked, walking with the boy.

"Well," Lukyan began, "I was actually born here. Well not here specifically, in Kólasi. Kólasi is the off-shoot of Hell in Greece."

"Oh."

"What about you? Where were you born?" Lukyan asked, his hands buried deep in his jean pockets.

"In Vladikovo, Ukraine," Jasoslav answered the Greek boy's question. There was a silence before Jasoslav asked, "If I may ask, what are you specifically if humans can't come in here?"

Lukyan bit his lip before telling Jasoslav. "I'm a Siren."

"A Siren?"

"It's kind of a big deal," Lukyan began. "Sirens are really rare. There's said to be less than a hundred of us around the world." He paused. "Wait, Sklairov? You wouldn't happen to be related to Dasha Sklairova, would you?"

"Yeah. I am. She's my mom," Jasoslav told Lukyan.

"Really? Dasha's like the head Ranavian."

"What do you mean the head one?" Jasoslav asked, confused.

"Well, you see when someone's the head of a certain group of creatures, they're the most powerful one. Dasha's the head Ranavian. Then there's the head demon, a vile Vexlian by the name of Athanasia Nyqvist. Then there's the head vampire, Akuppi-Adad. The head werewolf is someone by the name of Aahmasaha–she's pretty chill.

Then there's the head archangel, Decimus Jeong. All though, there's a rumor Perseus Andrysiak is coming for that title," Lukyan explained.

"Who's Perseus?" Jasoslav asked.

"Are you kidding me? What do you live under a rock? He's one of the most feared entities in all the land along side Xisuthros the Great and…" Lukyan trailed off before pointing at flyer on the side of a building. "...her."

"Who is she?"

Lukyan then began, "That's Zephyria Xenakis. She's the head-siren." Lukyan looked back at Jasoslav. "All sirens strive to be like her. Even I wanna be like her." His eyes grew wide. "Come on!"

"What? Where?"

"She's hosting an event in the bar! Satan will be there too!" Lukyan exclaimed excitedly.

Jasoslav rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know. I should probably go find Pagan."

"Come on, Jason Sklair! It's just one event!" Lukyan pled. "Besides, I need your help getting in there. This could be the only time I might be able to meet Zephyria!"

Jasoslav sighed. "Okay."

"Let's go then!" Said Lukyan, grinning from ear to ear. Lukyan then grabbed Jasoslav's hand and ran off leading him towards the bar Zephyria would be at.