Trigger warnings # Chris# religious/magic bs# murder reference
Chris stood in the doorway, putting his hands in his pockets and eyeing the three. He hadn't seen the boys since they were teens, but here they stood. He was a little concerned with the fact the two eldest were nearly spitting images of himself when he was alive. Rodzina, who stood in the kitchen's doorway had the same look in his eyes, bright but empty. Otetz, sitting on the arm of the couch looking like he had never heard of a hairbrush. Loche on the otherhand, he definitely took after their mother, well kept and fair skinned. His mind wondered back to her, trying to remember their name before remembering they why they had arrived.
" Soo....'' It was a less than warm setting, awkward and tense as the four stood around the living room. He watched the energies of the room shift, a mild warning before he had to duck out of the way of their coat rack. He chuckled sheepishly, looking back to the boys who stood there, expectant and stoic. " Who's the lucky one who managed to pull a poltergeist?"
"It's not a poltergeist, stupid." Loche interjected, his arms crossed as he stepped forward. " He's what? Twenty something and just now getting his abilities?" He looked between the two others, attempting to guess who he had meant, assuming Rodzina. " He's had them, blood just...irks them." " Irks them?" Loche asked, irritated and nearly getting in his face before being shoved back. " Yes, it can-" He was knocked off his feet seconds later, not seeing the computer desk fly towards them. " " I'm sorry, please don't fight. " Rod said quietly, looking towards the floor. No stranger to violence but he didn't like the idea of fighting their father, even if it was for Loche.
He rolled his eye. He should've known their protective issues with the youngest could've been a potential problem. " Right." He picked himself back up after turning the desk to ash. " Blood is the base of life. You all were a little predisposed since I was a big blood magic fan, so I understand the bloodlust and abilities. You either need to learn self control or get yourself sealed." He paced to the other side of the room, getting a side glance from Otetz when he put a hand on Rod's shoulder. " No shame in getting sealed, hell, I'm partially sealed. Self control doesn't run in the family, obviously. "
Otetz rolled his eyes, but Rod's seemed to light up. " That's an option?"
" Of course it is. I know a guy, he'll get you taken care of. Good as old you..as good as old you could be anyway. "
" This isn't going to be like that last time, is it?" Otetz asked, referring to their previous trades. " Well..he only does trades. I'll cover the cost though, shouldn't be that much, I'm sure. "
He wasn't sure at all though, the one he was suggesting was the very demon who tricked and manipulated him through his heinous acts and becoming who he was today. Sometimes they would trade simple things, food, sweets, trinkets. Other times they demaded other things, lives, body parts, acts of service. It always seemed to depend on their moods, which was hopefully good today.
He led the three to what appeared to be a rundown gas station, painted blue and purple, covered in sigils and wards for protection purposes. 'How strange' He thought. Neves was a demon, surely these symbols would do more harm than good to him, but he supposed they always were a little backwards. He opened the door, hesitant to step in since it was uncharacteristically dark inside. He was sure the sign said OPEN. Neves appeared before them, irritated but relieved to see them. " I got locked in. " He smiled, finding an easier than thought payment for his son. " Can I ask how?" '' If you laugh, I'll gut you. " He replied, glaring daggers through his screen. " First you'd have to get out. '' He teased, stepping back from the door anyway in case." Would you believe your landlord said we were hanging out too much? You've brought me many troubles, Chris. " Chris sighed. " I know, I know. One more though. Y'see my son here, he's been following in my shoes, fucking with blood while high on magics. Think you could patch that up? The other two and I could probably repaint the place or something? Scrape things up, get you out?" Neves seemed to contemplate this, looking between Rod and Chris. " If I didn't know any better, I'd say you set this up. " " If I didn't know any better, I'd say my guardian angel still loves me. Anyway, how about it?"
