Chapter 3 Part 1

Slowly resting the needle of the turntable on his favorite record, Alastair listened to the static before the bass came in on ‘Immigrant song’ by Led Zeppelin and poured over the details of last night’s meeting. 

Pacing his room, which was lined with musical posters and framed photos of him alongside various rock stars from the 60s and 70s, he always felt like he was born into the wrong time, ‘summoned’ he corrected himself aloud and he grumbled.

His horns had started to grow back again, he scoffed and realised that we would have to sand them even further. This was the price of having to fit in with this society, he laughed some kids thought he was cosplaying a demon, tapping his chakra tattoos, ‘delinquents’ he laughed, ‘only if they knew’.

These new prosthetic legs fitted him nicely, then again ‘mother’ always got him the best and he had hoped that she had put the fear of hell into that Alex vamp.

“Since I’ve been loving you” by Led Zeppelin came on. I despise vampires, he thought, ‘she may become a nuisance’. He swayed to the sound Page’s guitar, made his way over to the self portrait he had commissioned, he howled the chorus, looked at the inscription near the bottom of the frame and scoffed again:

‘For you and your years of service’

It was supposed to read ‘eternal service’, but you couldn't have everything, he laughed, ‘yes you can and i will’. 

Alastair pulled his wig off and passed a hand over his head, his stubs will always bother him and he really wished he could do something about it. Stepping away from the painting, ‘oh, you are still here’ turned around and looked at the young boy sitting on a futon in the middle of the room.

Standing over the russeted haired teenager, ‘you forwarded the video to the authorities, yes?’

All he got was silence.

‘I will find out soon enough and your family will only live if you did’, Alastair growled, ‘did you make sure that the school caught you?’

Again silence, this time tears lined the boy’s eyes and rain down his cheeks and grasped his grey trousers tightly.

‘For pity’s sake, have some backbone!’ Alastair pulled his stiletto dagger, the hilt blood red, which matched the lining of his favorite suit,  from his smoking jacket, and ran it gently over the scar under his right eye. ‘I love musicals you see, I always envied Orpheus’, the boy looked up at him perplexed, eyes bloodshot, he sniffed, ‘why?

Alastair grinned, the record had ended, the needle had started to scrape and the static was annoying. The demon walked over and delicately lifted the needle with the tip of the stiletto.

The room was now still, Alastair strode over to the boy and in one swift motion, plunged the dagger through the boy’s right eye, puncturing all and the tip stuck out the back of the boy’s skull. The left eye looked up at Alastair, before rolling back into its socket, blood mixed with tears ran down the cheek, dripped on the trousers and the boy’s body went limp.

The Demon removed the blade, wiped it on his jacket, ‘tsk, because Orpheus became legend’. The boy’s body slumped to the floor, blood soaking his nice new rug, Alastair slipped his blade back into his smoking jacket and went over to his record player. 

Putting the disc back in its sleeve, looking through his music collection he picked out the “Wicked” soundtrack and ‘Gravity’ started playing.

His mother’s help, had already started tidying up his mess, ‘Would you like tea, sir?’ one of them chimed. 

‘Oh, yes’, responded Alastair, ‘Lemon and honey please’.

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I love you baby 🖤