"Why do you think it's so weird that you have two names?" I asked, taking a drink. "Because I'm the only one who does." Dark replied. "So? You're special." "Don't start that shit with me again." he scolded. "I just don't see why you have an issue with it. People have at least two names." "No, you have one first, sometimes a middle, and a surname. I have two first names." "And that's pretty fucking cool." "Maybe if you're human." he said. "Why do you even care, (y/n)? I swear, you always wanna talk about the weirdest shit." "I was just messing around. Come on, there's nothing to do today." "There never is anything to do here. That's why I HATE it." "There's plenty to do in LA. You're crazy if you can't find something to do." he looked at me. "This place is a cesspool. Sorry, but that kinda kills my drive to do anything." I shrugged. I had always liked it here. Sunny and bright...I'm from the south and I detest cold, gloomy weather. "I'm not exactly what people call sane, you know." he replied. "I like you anyway." I said. "So, does anyone ever call you by your whole name?" "Only when I'm in trouble." he replied, flicking a cigarette butt off the balcony. I laughed. "That's so funny, that's what my parents do to me. I never hear my middle name unless I'm in trouble." "Strange." he replied. "You should ask around and try to figure out why you have two names if it's really so abnormal." "Some things are better left unknown." he replied. "I hate surprises, and I've had a shitload of them over the last while." That I knew. Dark has a tendency to find himself in a lot of sticky situations, but being as smart (and borderline clinically insane) as he is, he's always found a way out. "Find out for me." I said. He rolled his eyes hard."Suppose I have two names for a bad reason...how would that make you feel?" "I wouldn't care." I replied, cheerfully. He glared at me. "Does anything bother you?" he asked. "Not really." I replied. "Of course not." he sighed. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I said. "I was just curious. I think you're interesting...you're full of secrets." "And you're full of shit." he replied. I elbowed his ribs. I finished my beer and stood. "I'm heading to the beach, wanna go with me?" "Um, no. I don't feel like standing around on a burning hot sentient being infested patch of seaweed, broken shells, fishy water, and finely ground up rocks." he replied. "How about laying around on one then?" I winked. He gave me a look. "You know I don't get into that shit, (y/n). It's nothing personal, it's just not me." "Alright, doom and gloom, suit yourself." I replied, gathering my things. "I'll be back later on...maybe tomorrow." "See you then." he replied.
DARK
I hate to admit it, but (y/n) got me thinking. Why do I have two names? It doesn't make any sense. It deviates from the norm to the extent that I am literally the only demon with dual names. Normally, when someone badgers me about demon stuff I can't answer or don't care to explain, I dismiss them...but now she's worked her way deep into my brain and I have got to know for myself. Am I a bit concerned about finding out why? Yes and no. I'm no ordinary demon, I mean for Christ's sake, I have a fucking mother. Still though. I decided to use my time by myself to ask my mom about it. She did not seem impressed. "Ask me anything but that." she said, ignoring me. "What's the square root of 500?" "22.36 or so." she replied. Smart lady. "Now you're making me suspicious. Why don't you wanna answer that?" "Some things are better left unsaid, Arioch." she replied. "Yeah, but not this thing. It's my name, come on." She looked at me. "Maybe some other time." "Really? I hate to be this way, but after all I've done for you, you can't do this one simple thing for me?" "Why don't you ask Asmoday about your name." "Who?" She just kinda huffed a bit. "Exactly." she said. She was acting really strangely. That's completely out of character for the ever compassionate, kind and open demon that is Lilith. "Seriously, who is that? Never heard of him." she turned around. "No one has. Keep it that way." I saw an angle. "If you don't answer some questions for me, I'll have to start asking around." "Don't threaten to extort your mother, it's disrespectful." she said, as if that was going to change anything. "I knew I shouldn't have come here." I said. "You're always welcome here, just don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to." "I want the answers." "No, you think you do. Trust me, this is just one of those things where the truth isn't something you need to know, and knowing it will do more harm than good." Okay, now I HAD to know. "Spill it." I said. "Seriously, don't fuck with my head and then refuse me a solution." She looked at me with a strange look on her face. "You really aren't gonna let this go, are you?" she asked. "Hell no. Not after what you just said. It'd be stupid to let it go after all of that." she sighed. "Look, Asmoday and Asmodeus are interchangeable names. They mean the same thing." "So you named me in part after some guy named Asmoday?" "Yeah." I rolled my eyes. "And who is he?" She looked almost scared. "Follow me. We can't talk here." Things were getting serious now. I give up on trying to have a normal day. I followed her in silence for what felt like ages before she finally took a seat on a log in a clearing. "Look, I lied to you." she said. I raised an eyebrow. "About what?" I asked. She sighed. "About you. I am your mother, you were born because of an experiment...but...I intentionally failed to mention someone who had a hand in everything." I looked at her without speaking. "Tell me everything, and don't bullshit me this time." "I'll start from the beginning. This whole experiment came about because there's only one creator, and he was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The thought process was if we could surgically alter demons and breed them with the right match, he wouldn't be overworked anymore. That's where Vassago comes in. She looked into the future and saw your human...knew he'd need you...that kind of thing...she found me and Asmoday...we were surgically altered so we could have you...and everything was a clusterfuck. Everyone was sick, weak, lethargic and unbalanced, especially Asmoday. Truth is, the experiment, for the most part, was a success. You do your job amazingly well, and you look just like your human with a few exceptions that were expected...that was the main goal, but...there is a price to pay, and it's far too high. I won't get into all of the details, but it just isn't meant to be. When demons procreate, either the mother or father will completely lose their shit. Asmoday lost that battle. I promised him before he went totally insane that I would name you after him in part, take care of you, and that someday I'd tell you the truth. I hate talking about him. I felt he was more of a friend than a partner in an experiment...and he's gone forever now." I was beginning to wonder if Asmoday was more than a friend. Perhaps that's why Mammon was so angry with my mom before he was replaced. "I know what you're wondering and the answer is no. Asmoday and I slept together once for the experiment. Mammon envied my relationship with you and resented that I had a life to live that didn't revolve around him. You know better than to believe otherwise. All of the surgical alterations were undone after you were born. The project was scrapped and remained a secret for obvious reasons, and Asmoday went away. I know you're probably mad at me for lying...but...I just don't like to think of what happened. I miss him dearly and wish he was around. I'm sure he'd love you if he knew you. You two are so much alike where it counts. You look a lot more like him than you do me, and that's saying something.Don't blame yourself for any of this. It isn't anyone's fault...this is what happens when you play with things you shouldn't." I stared at her for what felt like a thousand years before speaking. "Why would you lie?" I asked, getting angry. "I told you, it's because I hate thinking back to what happened. I planned to tell you everything at once, but you came hopping down here making jokes about us being related...and I wasn't ready to tell you everything. I'm sorry." "Sorry is what you say when you bump into someone. You lied to me about something and someone pretty fucking important. Good thing you don't need sleep, or else you'd be up all night." She crumbled a bit. "I never envisioned you as a liar, I'm honestly so pissed I'm a bit impressed. You hid your mean streak pretty fucking well." she just shook her head and laughed a bit. "That's your father right there." she said. Somehow, that made me soften a bit. "He had the exact same temperament...you share a smile, too." I was in no smiling mood. "Hey, it was worth a try. Don't be mad at me." she said, seeming sad. I took a deep breath. "Alright. I guess I owe you a thank you for telling me this." "I only told you because I know you can be trusted with that information." I sighed. "This is a lot to take in. Honestly, I was hoping you'd tell me that you just couldn't decide which name was better." She gave me a half smile. "Sorry, kid." she replied. A father. I just keep getting more and more interesting. "How do you feel? You look a little sick." I snapped back to reality. "I'm processing things. I'm the only one with parents...it's a tough pill to swallow." "Kinda like being the only demon who has a biological child." True. "So...where is this guy?" "I wish I knew. His wife might, but I sure don't." "Wife?" she cringed. "Fuck...I wasn't...I didn't mean to say that." I grew angry again. "You were gonna lie to me again? Seriously, mom what the fuck? What other kind of bullshit stories are you toting around for me?" "I jus-" "You just, you just, YOU just. YOU. Everything is not about you. You didn't want to tell me about Asmoday because YOU are upset about what happened. Never mind me. YOU didn't want me to know about his wife. YOU don't want to reopen old wounds. I don't lie, I guess I got that from him too." I paced a bit. "This ain't over, but I need a break from it. I'm heading home. I left a friend at the beach...I need a stiff drink and a good fuck." And with that, I disappeared, leaving my mom to drown in her thoughts.
A/N:
Yes, I gave dear old Dark a dad. It makes much more sense since he does have a mom. Some of you may not like it, but trust me, it's for the best. It adds more uniqueness and depth to him, gives me as an author new "vantage points" to write from, etc. I've actually been planning this for quite some time now, and feedback is as always, welcomed. No there will not be any more plot twists in his background. This is it. Also, the next chapter is going to be pure filthy detailed smut. Enjoy.
