Temperament

Chapter 3

"You're back? And so soon, too!" A man with platinum hot pink hair and a striped suit, says, raising an eyebrow at a black, bloodwiner wood desk, laced with gold and white lights. A girl approaches him and lifts up a black almost purple hood to reveal, peachy fair skin, long black hair, and multicolored eyes, save for that scar on her left eye, rendering it blind and gray. "What?" she mocks, her head cocked, and crosses her arms. "Aren't you glad to see such a familiar face, Ear-lo?"

"Firstly, it's Rar-lo, and who the hell would be happy to see you?" The man replies, narrowing his eyes in skepticism, a faint smile, twinkling 'cross, his lips. "Wow, you're so nasty today, Ear-lo!" Exotica replies, in a nasally voice. "Did your boyfriend break up with you, 'cause he couldn't stand that nasally voice? Or was it because your hair was blinding him?" She responds, sneering. He sighs and says, "Why are you here?" He asks, "Your mom isn't here, she's in limbo, Hon," He says, sadly, pressing his palms together in a bowing gesture. "God bless her soul." He grimaces, as he feels the pain, of Exotica losing her mum. She frowns, looks at the ground, and her nails dig into her palms. She sighs, dipping down her head and letting down her guard, "...A-are you sure Rarlo?" She whispers, with a slight tremor in her voice, almost on the verge of tears. "Oh, Hon." He says, putting his forehead on hers. "I've checked and checked, you know that." He continues. "If she were anywhere here, she'd probably be in limbo." He says, pulling back, and pulling Exotica into a much needed hug. She sniffles, and wraps her arms around him, and rubs her nose. "Are you ok, Exo?" He whispers in her ear.

"I'm... fine..." She says, pushing his chest away, stepping back. "I came for another reason,” She swallows, “Anyway..." She chirps, biting her lip and crossing her arms. "Ah. Your list?" He says, slightly smiling. "Yeah." She replies, smiling. He slides her a list, across his desk, it was on yellowed paper with a few scrawled names on it. "And don't lose this one this time." He winks and smiles at her, sharing their inside joke. "Thanks Rarlo, and I swear I won't lose this one." She winks at him, and back flips into red, fireyobilvion. The demons watch as the hooded girl flips away, and they hiss, expressing their disgust at demigods, especially this one. "One day." They whisper, their claws, growing, "One. Day." They hiss, as acid hot lava falls across their faces, screeching in pain. And they slink back into their burnt demises.