Two Worlds V

VIII

Fergus...

Norse: Odin, Hel

Greek: Zeus, Hades

Roman: Jupiter/ Juno, Janus

Christian/ Catholic: Dustin, Myself

Humanity: Cas & Co.

Buddhism: Buddha

Pulse: Dylan

I walked down the hall, looking through the guest list. I counted up the hundreds that were coming and I was listing names as I went. I tapped my pen against the board and two demons came up to me. I came to a stop and looked to them as they bowed.

"Sire," One started as I put my pen away, "Preparations are in order."

"Virgin feast?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes." They said, straightening themselves.

"Any news of the bitch?" I asked.

"No news of your mother, but we are going to our extremes."

I sighed lightly through my nose and put up my hand. I snapped and they exploded. I took out my handkerchief and wiped my face, continuing to walk. I got into my throne room and sat back on my throne, marking off another name and then rubbing my eyes. So many names...

Cas...

"Why don't you just let me out already?" Vincent asked, looking at me as I went to him with another injection.

"Just a precaution until you can control yourself." I told him, "This is the last one." He took it from me and put it into his wrist. He injected himself and gave me the syringe.

"Better?" He asked.

I breathed heavily, "Fine," I left and he followed out after me.

"So, wait, what are we doing today?" Jack leaned on the door frame to the library.

"Later, we have to go hell for a masquerade." I said.

"Why?" Vincent asked, crossing his arms.

"Fergus is calling a meeting because the Cith are added to the equation, and I'm hoping it's get them back where they came from." I said, and then looked around, "Where's Guy?"

"I don't know," Jack said, shrugging.

I looked around then started looking around the bunker.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.

I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Oh, oh whoa

I followed the stereo playing Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield all the way into the training room. I walked in to see Guy shirtless and in kind of like a zone, doing pull ups. He was facing away from me and I saw a tattoo on his pale back that wasn't there before. It was of kind of like owl wings, kind of. They started white, went down to brown and then went down to black.

"Hey," I said, and he stopped, turning his head to me as he hung there. He smiled at me.

"Hi," He dropped down and turned to me, "Look, look," He flexed and showed off his biceps. He looked at me, smiling happily.

"Good job," I said, as he put his arm down.

He nodded excitedly, "I've been working all morning."

"And you're not tired?"

"Nope," He shook his head. I breathed heavily.

"Alright," I said, "We have to go out later, and now, so, you wanna come?"