Qrow.

Chapter 64 | Spitefulness

Ryan barely got the door open before Asher was pushing past him. "Let's get this over with." He said bitterly, "I'm sick of smelling like vile humans."

"I never knew you had a hatred for humans." Ryan commented as he followed him upstairs.

"I'm a demon, aren't I?" He scoffed, "Why do you think I love to abuse you? You used to be one of them." 

"Yeah, but you used to serve them." 

Asher stopped dead in his tracks. He gave a new meaning to glare when he looked back at Ryan. "Let's get one thing straight. I may have protected them, I may have been upset by their betrayal, but I never served them. They worshiped me. Not the other way around." 

"You're just another false God. I've seen plenty in my day, Carmella Orlando being one of them. She was a demon that fucked my family up pretty badly, but that doesn't mean I hate all demons. So, logically, you shouldn't hate humans as an entirety."

"You should be counting yourself lucky that I'm on such a short leash, or else I'd make you eat your words. If you think what I did to you before was bad, I can get a lot worse. One of these days, I'll be let off my chain, and I'll make you pay for the way you've treated me." His fist tightened by his side, "I'll make you all pay." 

Ryan sighed, "Yeah, whatever. Plot your revenge all you want, just so long as you get your ass in the shower. I've got other things to do today."

Asher walked into his room, then into the bathroom. He slammed the door so hard it knocked a picture off the wall. Ryan knew it wasn't a good idea to leave him alone. He was an addict for pain and could easily do some nasty shit to himself if left to his own devices. However, Ryan wasn't really in the mood to deal with his attitude. It didn't really phase him if Asher fucked himself up.

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The night was calm, though it was previously filled with screams from the sanctuary. If you thought removing one demon's wings to replace them with another would be a painless process, you're a fool. Thankfully, it went over without any complications. It was a long process that wore heavily on the three doctors involved. Remington and Emerson were used to long surgeries, but it'd been awhile since Beau was involved in something so tedious. 

He was one of the most highly trained doctors available in the supernatural world. With experience in literally every field imaginable, it wasn't hard to see why he was trusted as a doctor to the Gods. He'd always preferring matters of the mind over the body, though. Beau returned to his room with his clothes rather dirty from the surgery.

Angela jumped when she heard the door open. She turned white, seeing the blood staining his shirt. "Oh, Dr. Angel, I'm sorry. I was just changing your sheets. I'll be done in a moment."

He smiled softly, "It's alright, Angela. Take your time." Beau slowly unbuttoned his frilled off white shirt, dropping it in the laundry basket she had with her. "Please make sure to treat those stairs soon. I'd prefer to salvage that shirt if at all possible."

"Yes, Sir. What type of blood is it?" She asked.

"Black Valley Demon blood. It won't be long before their kind becomes endangered." He said.

She glanced up at him as she pressed out a fresh sheet along the mattress. Angela tried not to visibly show how her heart rate increased when she saw his bare chest. "With all due respect, Sir, aren't all demons endangered now?" She stammered out nervously. 

"Hm, I suppose for the time being." Beau glanced over to her, his red eyes nearly paralyzing her in place. He hadn't really realized he was long overdue to feed until now. Ashamed, he looked away. He'd easily taken notice to the fact that she was uneasy. Beau could read someone's emotions like a book. "Tell me, why are you nervous?"