Witches and Devils

Gallant

Michael and I are shown into an office, Ariel's office to be specific. I walk in and look around, "God, I hated this office."

"As did I."

I sit on the desk and smirk over to Michael, "so do you think anyone will be 'worthy,' if The Sanctuary truly existed?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think any of them are witches. What do you think?"

I shrug, "I'm not sure. That Coco girl is a bit suspicious. No one can be that sassy and that dumb at her age."

"Never underestimate the youth of today, my dear."

"I suppose." I chuckle, "I wonder what became of Moore's office."

"From what I can tell it has become Venable's office."

"Sounds about right. That room is used to holding sadists."

"So it is." Michael walks over to me, "tell me, my love, are you ready for chaos?"

I smile up to Michael as I nod, "it's time to play."

Michael smirks and chuckles, "yes it is." he lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, "what did I do to deserve someone so demented?"

I giggle softly as I look up to Michael and shrug my shoulders, "being the Antichrist has its advantages."

"That it does." Michael kisses my cheek softly. "Shall we see the first?"

"I think we shall."

Michael turns and projects his voice toward the door, "brings us our first volunteer."

It doesn't take long for Mr. Gallant to be shown in, Michael sitting at the desk, Gallant sitting across from him, while I am sitting on the side of the desk. Gallant glances around nervously as Michael and I look him over, reading anything we can about him. "So how's this work?"

"I'm not gonna tell you what criteria we're using to grade you. Things you may feel are helpful may be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what we're looking for."

Gallant shifts a bit, "so I can't game the system?"

"No, you can't." I shake my head, as I slide off of the desk and walk over to the man, running my hand over his shoulders.

Michael's gaze remains on him, "if you hedge, we will know. If you lie, we will know. And if you try to trick us, we will know, and this interview will be over, and you will die here painfully. Are we clear?" Gallant nods, a bit scared and confused. "What is your sexual orientation?"

"I'm gay." Gallant sighs, "but I fucked a girl before in high school, and I finished and everything. She did, too... I think... It's harder to tell with girls. Um..." he puts his head in his hand, "but I'm just saying that I can do that," he waves his hand in the air in front of his face, "you know, for... for procreation, if I have to."

I shake my head, walking over to Michael's side, "we have techniques for harvesting genetic material."

Michael nods, never moving his gaze, "we still need a woman's womb to incubate the fetus, for now."

"But your ability to impregnate some poor girl is unneeded." I lean forward a bit, "tell us about your anger. About your grandmother."

Gallant shakes his head, "why would you put those two things together?" the smile on my face fades and he sighs, "okay... I hate her fucking guts."

"Good." Michael smirks. "Why?"

"Because she wants me to be the perfect gay: married, with a pair of Yorkies and a collection of Wedgwood dishes."

"A eunuch."

"A eunuch." Gallant nods, "That's not me at all. I'm not that old, but I'm old enough to remember when sucking dick was both a way to get off and an act of political rebellion."

"Isn't it always?" I smirk over to the man, as I feel Michael's hand run down my back.

"She shamed you." Michael leans forward, placing an elbow on the desk, his other hand still on my back, "in the past."

Gallant looks between the two of us, "what do you know?"

Michael stands and walks around the desk, while I take his chair, "maybe... we have a file that tells us all your secrets, or maybe I'm sensing something, or maybe I'm just fishing." Michael sits on the desk to the man's left. "Tell me who you really are."

"Are you looking for some kind of confession?"

"I'm not a priest and Rose currently isn't a nun. I don't even know if I believe in God. I mean, if there was a God, why would he allow the Armageddon? The concept of sin does seem a bit antiquated. Rules for keeping the chaos at bay."

I nod, "but they only work if everyone follows them."

"But there's no need for rules anymore; chaos has won."

Gallant looks around confused, "uh, uh, Nana, she used to throw these bullshit suburban gay lunches. God, it was like the homo version of The Bachelor. Walter, who was a lawyer who represented Scarlett Johansson and had an affinity for pleated khakis. Morris, who owned, like, 14 dogs. And Mario Vestri, who was a manager at Pottery Barn. Anyway, they were all dipshits. They hated her, but they pretended to like her crappy food and listen to her dumb stories, because they thought that if they hooked me, they would get her money when she died. She never told them she donated everything to some cat charity in her will. But one night I am in wearing a leather vest, pants and hat, while blaring Bisque. She called me pathetic, and that was the last time she ever tried to tame me."

Michael smirks down at the man, "so you like leather?"

"I like a lot of things... Can I ask you something, that may be a little odd in front of her?" he gestures over to me. "Are you gay? 'Cause I'm getting a real major hit off of you."

"Does the idea of that excite you?"

"Yes." Gallant answers softly. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Michael steps away from Gallant, opening the doors of the office, "Let's continue this conversation another time."

"What that's it?"Gallant stands "how did I do? Did I get in?"

Michael tilts his head a bit, "you will know in good time," I step around the desk and walk over to Michael, once I am there he wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me deeply, as I place an arm around his neck and a hand on his cheek. Michael looks over to the man and smirks.