The Succubus and her two Mates

35| Acquiring what's mine

Kainon had held out and not returned to the club until the job was done.

He'd met back up with Bastion as planned, the two or so weeks providing some time for some things to settle. They'd be moving up to the next phase of their very long plan.

Kainon had basically been doing wet work and was expecting to be brought in on more crucial aspects after this last job. It had grated that he needed to prove his worth, after what he had been in the Netherrealm.

Bastion was already at his soundproof booth when he arrived. He was laughing uproariously with three of the dancers. They seemed to be having a great time, drinking the expensive champagne he had bought them, though Kainon expected they were just very good at their jobs.

He stood just outside the booth, its doors open. He hadn't seen Ronnie and he couldn't feel her. He was sour with disappointment.

Bastion noticed him and motioned for him to come in. The ladies immediately stood up to leave. Taking their glasses with them. "Come back in ten," he called out to them.

The girls shut the door after Kainon had entered the booth.

"Kainon, my boy."

Kainon tried not to bristle. He really hated the fat demon. He wasn't worth his spit. And Ronnie not being here when he expected her to be put him in a foul mood.

"Yes, Archdaemon." He used Bastion's formal title from before he was cast out. Being a bit of a bitch about Bastion's familial terms he threw around.

Bastion grinned icily at the pontifical term. "Sit."

Kainon did as he was bid.

"You did an amazing job," Bastion praised him.

He just nodded, watching out the glass door. Waiting to see her.

Bastion was babbling something probably supposed to be rousing and encouraging. Kainon had done what he needed to do. And he'd stayed on track, doing all that was asked of him.

Where the fuck was she?

"She's not here," Bastion said suddenly.

Kainon was startled by the break in conversation. "What?" He asked, distracted.

"Ronnie," Bastion stated plainly. He had a strange look on his face. "She's not here."

Kainon regarded the other demon. A thing not of this world and not with the most power. Yet, in this weak world he had power. Bastion had capitalised at the right time. He was not conquering a world but he had carved out his place. Though like many in power he wanted more. He saw Kainon as a way to get that.

Kainon ignored the man. "What is the next step?"

He was sure there was a moment where Bastion was rethinking his choices to let Kainon in, but it passed. Kainon was going to create a channel for Bastion to take, and Bastion couldn't see a path where that didn't turn out okay for him.

~*~

She had felt the edge of danger immediately. The moment she laid eyes on him everything in her said to run, yet she didn't. Like a moth to a flame - it really did seem she was doomed to repeat her own mother's mistakes.

His eyes had appeared as a deep brown. The sensation she had experienced the moment he had laid his eyes in her, rocked her to her core.

After she had turned eighteen she started to serve behind the bar. She had been feeling something awaken in her shortly after that time but hadn't yet grappled with what it meant. She'd always attracted people and been able to play off their emotions, but this was infinitely more intense. Being in the club, a place often full of raw sexual energy, she had quickly ascertained that she needed this energy, not just because it felt good but because she needed it to fuel her.