The Demon and His Plaything

3| Godricks day

Godricks days usually consisted of him waking up, sending some kind of instruction to his demon lover and then wandering over to the Black Diamond–the bar that the crew he worked for operated from. Prior to meeting her, he had just had a little extra sleep each morning.

He lived within walking distance, so he walked. He was nineteen, sitting at six foot. He kept himself in shape, but really he was still at that age where his body wanted to be like this. He wasn't sure how much of his demon heritage would help him with that. He noticed quickly most were pretty svelte, depending on the type of demon they were–though he had been deceived by glamours at first–but now he knew how to spot them he always would. That seemed to be part of his demon side. He just could tell what kind of being someone was. He just needed to know the name of it as knowing that wasn't intuitive. He'd grown up knowing there were others out there–that he wasn't the same as those around him in human society.

His face was broad framed by dark hair, with wide high cheekbones, his jawline sharp. He was pretty in a rough way. He wasn't who you take home to the parents. Wearing what he always wore–black jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a leather jacket over top, he squinted into the late morning sun–the glare pin pricking his pupils, his blue eyes intense as his pupils retreated from the light.

His one-up boss was already there when he arrived. "Tyler," he greeted as he took a seat as the first one here from their crew.

"How's things, Godrick?"

He just shrugged. He wasn't for much small talk. Godrick just wanted to do his job, get paid and be left alone.

Since he left home years earlier he had tried to find a place in his newfound heritage–so far it didn't seem many demons ran legitimate businesses. In fact, it didn't seem much of a culture in his opinion. Most demons he had met had never even been to their home world–like him, there were a lot of half human half demons. The few pure-bloods he'd met weren't really the type to reminisce about the homeland. He only knew that it was a shithole that demons fled from the first chance they got. It had been a sad day to hear that, he had hoped to find a place he felt at home, and this world was not it.

Tyler made a face at his non-verbal response and started playing on his phone.

Godrick took the opportunity to open his own. It was only a few more days until he would see her again. He had told her he was going to tie her up and hadn't said anything else. He'd been looking up knots and practising–if that was what she liked he was happy to learn it for her. He had also bought her a gift–well it was for him too and he was excited to give it a whirl.

He'd bought some other things too. He thought he may have gone overboard, but everything had seemed interesting and in line with what she said she liked. He was confident there would be other opportunities to use them.

His friend, Grim, slapped him on the shoulder as he arrived. Godrick quickly locked his phone but he got the feeling Grim had seen the images he had been looking at. They were just knot diagrams so he didn't think much of it.

Grim was similar in colouring as Godrick but he was shorter and stockier. He had a soft face, quick to smile. It still blew Godricks mind that demons weren't all hell fiends from the stories he'd heard growing up. Not that it was anything like in the bible. Just threads of similarities. In that they were nasty, but he'd met just as nasty if not nastier humans. Most looked human. There was the occasional more the typical demon, but that was infrequent and they always were in a glamour when in public.

Grims father was one of the higher-ups'. Godrick had been surprised when he found Grim was a demon. They'd met in high school, Grim taking him under his wing when Godrick started to go so far off the rails when he learnt what he was–Grim having sensed it already as he was full-blooded and grew up with the knowledge. Godrick had always sensed something in others but hadn't known what it was. Grim was the one to explain it all to Godrick.