Demonology 101

Lesson Two: Daddy vs. Father

"Honey, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Mrs. Smith may have been right. His presence was strong, even as he ascended floors above them, Luna could feel him near like the way one feels eyes prying when alone.

The situation was peculiar. Not only had it caused Luna to question herself more than once in less than several minutes, but it caused a race in her heartbeat as she speedily went forth towards the elevator.

"God, if you exist, please send me a sign that this isn't real-"

Bing.

Luna sighed, stepping out of the lavished elevator that had taken her to the top floor, where her father's main office remained. Her eyes quickly scanned the familiar surroundings, absorbing the busy phone calls and small chatter that reverberated against the expensive walls.

"Hey Luna..." A flamboyant voice interjected, yet she quickly casted her attention to the side.

"Not now, Bill," She continued forward, ignoring the differing voices that attempted on greeting and stopping her.

"Bitch." Her ears caught the insult under someone's breath, though she easily tossed it aside.

Luna arrived at the end of the hall, heels coming to a squeaky stop. She took a shaky breath that seemed to rattle her lungs, before swinging the door open.

It was instinctive, the way their gazes made contact.

And it was not her father's eyes that peered into her own.

Light poured from the exposing window and into the large office, creating dancing shadows against the walls, as well as accenting the chocolate brown undertones of the man's obsidian hair.

"I knew you'd find me irresistible," he rose from his seat, his hands landing promptly on the neatly prepared desk as he leaned forward, almost as if he were beholding secrets to be exposed. Which, mirrored the same messages his distinctly colored eyes showcased in racing meanings.

His overall presence was a mixture of different impressions that seemed to generate his being.

Confidence. Humor. Power.

Danger.

"The police are on their way, I already called them." She began to inch away, yet the moment she took a step backwards, the door slammed shut.

The corner of his lips arched for the slightest second, hilarity pouring into his orbs in rays of anguish. He raised an eyebrow, before replying, "Yes, I'm sure." His voice, though monotone and singled out with no compassion, regardless was capable of distributing sarcasm almost as if it were his primary language. "And if you're done wasting my time, Luna Maria Bellrose, then I suggest you exit. Maybe find yourself a job that your father doesn't provide you with."

The usage of her full name froze her in mid stance, iciness descending her spine as she breathed deeply, jaw tightening. "This is my building, in a few years I'll be managing over thirty percent of it, and later on, it will be all of it. And if you want to keep your job, then I would watch the way you talk to me. And you look like you have a fragile masculinity."

Her words did not conjure a response.

During Luna's childhood, she had always been one of the taller girls. The trait continued throughout high school- and now, here she was, nineteen and standing tall at nine inches over five feet.

Which, didn't even slightly compare to the height of the looming male figure standing behind the desk.

He took a breath as if he were about to speak, though swiftly, she cut him off. "You shot someone. I saw it, and then you casted some sort of..."  She waved her hand, scrutinizing her mind for the proper phrasing, "magic spell over the city! And, you made my friend disappear." At that moment, she began to question herself.