Take a moment from the main story to spend a night with everyone's favorite scyra, me.
Making my way down the main avenue's sidewalk, each of my steps leaves a print in the centimeter tall snow. I look down, my eyes meet my black boots and dark blue jeans. Early December frost breath exits my mouth, flowing past my pointed ears. I can feel the cold metal of my piercings in my ears, bottom lip, and nose. I can make a guess that my cheeks are almost as red as the heart and upside down heart on my cheeks. Hair hangs in my face, it's snowy white glow almost matches the glow of an angel's wings.
But I'm no angel.
Matter of a fact, I'm the exact opposite.
Looking up, I meet the sight of a sign, Ella's Funhouse. I guess I'm going to spend tonight drunk again. I push the door open, putting on my classic narcissistic mask that everyone seems to love. "I'm here! You may swoon now, ladies!" I bow, instantly being surrounded by people. About three women wearing their best lingerie come up to me, sliding their hands up my torso, one of them pull off my black coat, revealing my crimson tank top. The inked snake on my upper arm, bracelet tattoo below it, and web-like inking on my hand is revealed as well as the heart, spade, club, and diamond on my other arm. Below the club, a basic tattoo of a heart with an arrow through it can be seen as well. On my collarbone, the word "GONE" is inked into my skin, too. To add to my appearance, I have a pure and solid gold choker accompanied by a necklace with a firey orange stone as a pendant.
While one of the ladies hangs up my coat, another with a green laced bra and panties takes my hand. She brings my knuckles to her lips and kisses my fingers, her lips travelling from my silver and gold rings to the chain bracelet on my wrist. I smirk for a moment, meeting eyes with her. But like a mother snatching her child away from a wicked witch, I pull my hand away.
I walk away, the girl grunts as the last of the three latch onto my arm. I can feel her skin tight black leather bunny-suit style lingerie rub against my arm. Her breasts give my arm warmth, so I allow it for the time being.
Searching the dim room for a seat, I find myself being jerked back by a freezing bulky hand. I huff out a loud, "what the fuck?!" I turn my head to see a 6'7" man with a beard longer than Merlin's. He had familiar jade eyes that belong to none other than my mother's brother and my uncle. "Grayson? Boy, is that you?!" His eyes are gleaming with joy and his voice is deep, but it still has a sweet and soft tone to it. It takes me a moment to piece my answer together, I thought this man was dead. But I'm so glad he's okay, I love my human family members than I do myself.
"Uncle Georgie?"
His face radiates joy with a smile before he pulls me in, yanking me out of the girl's grasp. His burly arms wrap around me, my face being squished against his chest. Keep in mind that I'm under six feet tall, I'm only 5'9. "It's been forever! God, boy. You're still tiny compared to everyone else in the family. You're still a keeper though!" He hugs tighter only to suddenly release me completely. I jump back and gasp, letting out a sighing chuckle. "You haven't gotten any shorter, that's for sure."
"So, that Tahain guy killed your dad?" Georgie combs his fingers through his orange-gray beard curiously. It's been nearly two hours worth of catching up since we met, we're now sitting by a wall at a table. "From what I know, yes. As soon as my...father...died, what was left of his followers came after me and made me do another deal." I inhale deeply, then exhale. "Tahain, or whatever his name is, must be ridiculously strong. Do you know if he's a human or not?" Georgie looks up from the table, meeting eye-to-eye with me. "He's a human-scyra with unspeakable powers, Grayson."
The entire place goes quiet at that moment.
"What're you two talking about?" The barkeeper's voice cracks as the single question escapes his mind. I scan the area, noticing eyes on my uncle and I. I'm left silent, only my thoughts roar in my head. Shit. Shit. SHIT. I forgot, this is a club meant for normal humans and normal Urians in a town that only allows scyras to walk it's concrete but typically not it's buildings. Talking about other scyras here is like mentioning the devil in a Catholic church. It doesn't help that I'm a Urian scyra. I only get a pass because I shook hands with a demon for filter that makes my voice worth worship and my face look like a chizzled god to others.
"Nothing. Go back to what you were doing before."
And just like that, the room fills with noise once again. It's almost funny in a sad way. No one refuses my word. It's like my word is that of a king or god to them. I turn back to Georgie, who's face is full of awe with his chin dropped and eyes wide. "You...you've never mentioned that power..." I whip my face away, looking down to my glass. The whiskey in it shimmers with the little light there is along with the amethyst and magenta glow of my eyes. I pull my hands out from my lap and hold them out onto the table. In one hand, I have what looks to be a tiny ball of light. It's like I have the heavens floating in my hand, just turned into a tiny orb that's the size of a marble.
Looking over to my other hand only brings back nightmare-like memories. Countless faces, electrified into unconsciousness, and at the worst of times, death. I don't like remembering these things. Not at all. But I can't just forget them either. Especially one of them.
Blonde, almost platinum hair. Silver eyes and fair skin. Never fought back, never ran away either. He was kind too, a little nosy at times, but overall, he was different. Most times I had to deal with uncooperative assholes. This guy, however, was just different. I don't know his name, he never told it to me. All I know is he was a mindreader and he was unique.
My hand sparks miniature bolts of lightning, like Thor's hammer. An emptiness fills my chest, just as a breath exits my lungs. "There's a lot that happened. And that's no power, it's a goddamn curse." I meet eyes with him again. His surprised expression has changed to a frown. "Grayson, I..."
I stand up from my seat, signalling a group of fine dressed women my way. I take my cup from the table and down it in one gulp. I giggle as the warmth of various bodies surround me. I look back at Georgie, who gives me a look of lack of approval. I just return his disgust with a smirk. "I'll pay you back for the drinks. See you later, Georgie." I give him a wink, he replies with a sigh.
The ladies begin taking me further from the table, touching me all over the place. I continue to make myself seem engulfed in lust, but in reality, I'm more uninterested than I am interested in sex right now. I just want to get away from that conversation. It doesn't take too long for me to get pushed through a door and onto a bed. Three females surround me, not the same from earlier, but three new girls.
The most dominant, and the only one I really focus on, out of the three pins me to the mattress. The other two have their hands all over me. Up my shirt, down my pants, everywhere. The girl on top of me however, she's letting her lips trail from my lips to my collar bone. My hands slide along her laced up hips and thighs. Her thumbs trace both reddish-orange hearts on my cheeks when she brings her face back to mine.
This is just another night for I, Grayson Nowel, son of Lucius Nowel and Maria Snow.
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