Taking in all this new information and my mind still full of questions, looking to Gray, I had to ask him, “What are you going to do about that man Scott?” I continued to sip my drink wondering just how old this kid really was and what he was.
Grey thought about it. "Nothing, I guess. I'm used to being dragged around on a leash. There's nothing personal between us.... If anyone's going to do anything about it, it's the Devil, Casper. I honestly feel pretty bad about Scott. He might he a perfectly nice guy for all I know, but now he's going to have an even worse time. Casper doesn't see my return as a trade. If anything, he sees it as theft. I'm just property."
Giving this some thought and realizing that this place was placed here by something or someone a lot more powerful than anything I have ever hunted or this kids handlers.
Now another question came into my mind. “Grey this place seems to have its own set of rules and its own reasons for being here. Your Devil Casper, would his deal making have lead that man who brought you to this place? I am coming to the conclusion that this place is a holding sell for the not totally human. Is Scott human? Because looking at the files so far no one has been pure”.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. “I don’t know what brought Scott here or why you passed throw the vale, but we are all here”. I thought about the thing every worker says. "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device. As they keep saying."
My mind was in hunter mode. Thinking my way around, the pray or out of trouble. “I was a hunter supported financially to end anything not human. Then bitten because of a mistake. Then I find my self here and running the place”. I tilted my head looking at Grey, “You are here because you are bait for some Devil. The man Scott is here and has yet to be seen out of his room. If he is human this might not be a fun place for him”.
Looking at the people around the courtyard there were subtle hints of what their true nature was. Except the man at the bar that kept the peoples glasses full by waving his hand over the glass. His ear tips showed throw his hair.
“That part of this crazy place could be fun. I am not found of people going back on a deal. Here you are no longer bait. I am no longer a hunter. So where do we go from here. What do you want to do, when you have no one to answer?”
The sun raises began to cross the dark sky. A few of the guests headed quickly to the door. I felt the heat in the air as the sunrise was beginning.
He'd suspected it before, but now Grey knew that day and night came and went quickly here. He wondered what that was about. Maybe it was just perception.
"I'm going from one prison to another. Can that really be considered a freedom? Call me skeptical, but I have no doubt that Casper would and could be here if he wanted. He definitely has the power to be able to come and go from a place like this as he pleases. That means that I'm only here because he wants me to be. He's definitely no father, but he has some level of care for my well being. He usually likes to take his sweet time with things; I thought that's why this was lasting so long. It usually is, but I guess this was why..."
Grey felt a general sense of numb emptiness. It could actually be nice here, but the looming shadow of the Devil took that away. It left him like a living, breathing, thinking version of a sigh.
"There's not really a word for it... our relationship, I mean. I'm bound to do as he says, but I've never really been a slave or a servant. We're definitely not family.... The closest example I can think of is that I'm a pet." Grey had shared this information and these thoughts with very few people before, and now he was telling someone he had only just met.
"It's true I'm not human, but I don't know what I am. I've only recently actually found things out about myself, but if anything, it just makes matters more complicated. I'm not alive or dead, but I can still feel pain and I can still die, but I don't stay dead. I found out that I was technically born in Wyoming, but the reason I don't have any childhood memories is because I didn't have a childhood. Not really. This body didn't even originally belong to me, but it's all I've ever known." Grey realised he was about to dive headlong into his entire story, and stopped talking. He wanted to try and be open, but not that open. Besides, the sun was coming up and he was ninety-five percent sure that Trish was a vampire. "Should we go in?"
Feeling the heat increase as the sun began to rise, I was now sure of my new conduction. I looked to Grey as I stood up, “I think your right, the sun is no longer my friend”. I smiled to Grey with my fangs lightly showing. I headed quickly towards the larger stain glass doors. I didn’t want to find out what full sunlight would feel like.
After I got inside the lobby, I noticed the dark haired lady usually at the front desk and the doorman, were missing. The lobby was oddly empty, except for one man standing in the middle of the room with his back to us. Even the few people that came in after us from the courtyard, quickly left the area.
I was stunned at the reaction of the guests and that the staff had gone missing. I was unsure of what I should do. I just stood there waiting for something to happen. Then the man turned around looking straight at me.
I couldn’t help to notice how tall and handsome the dark haired stranger was. Then he spoke in the most charming voice I have ever heard, “Miss Trish it is so nice to finally meet you. Sorry that I am so late. Things have been out of sorts with our last, Operation Managers, promotion. I would like to start by congratulating you on your new position here in my hotel. One of my favorite places”.
I am now very confused, and very taken with this man at the same time. All I could do was say “thank you”. Then Grey entered my mind. I Looked over to see that he seemed oddly okay. Then looked back to the man in the middle of the room.
He then seemed to notice Grey then. The man smiled at him as he spoke in the same charming voice. “Welcome Sir, Grey I see our lovely drink has had a balancing effect on you. Enjoy it forever if you like”. Then the man looked to us booth. “How rude of me. I have forgotten to introduce myself. So few beings here don’t recognize me the moment we meet”.
The man bowed to me as he took my hand and kissed it. Then looked me in the eye and said, “Miss Trish let me properly introduce myself. I am Lucifer, the Son of the Morning.”.
I was at a loss for words. All I could think was ‘now I am a vampire who works for Lucifer. This is a far cry from my old life as a hunter’. All I could muster up to say was “Nice to meet you”.
Another Devil. He should have known. Who or what else would run a place like this? What did he gain though? Grey could only guess that Casper had spoken with Lucifer about him. That, or this was the beginning of a long painful game between Devils. Devils tended to stay out of each other's business to avoid trouble, but when they did cross paths, it seemed they couldn't help but start some sort of game between each other.
Grey wondered just what exactly his own position was supposed to be in all of this, but didn't care to ask. When Devil's had conflicting interests, things tended to get complicated, and Grey had enough complexity to worry about without it.
Grey decided not to speak unless he was directly asked a question. Every Devil operated a little differently, and this being Lucifer of all people, Grey wanted to tread carefully. He wasn't scared of this man, just cautious.
Lucifer nodded and said “Likewise. I am sure a hunter like you would have questions,”. My mind became even more clear. As this was happening Lucifer sat down on the overstuffed couch. Then said, “Come sit you two, ask me what you will. I don’t do this offend”.
I sat on a chair next to the couch. Then said “Why do I have the Symptoms of the vampire virus when I was bit not tainted? Why was I compelled to come here? What is the best method to kill you and every unhuman thing here?” Deep down I wanted these answers but knew I wouldn’t get any real ones.
Lucifer smiled and in that charming voice said, “Now that sounds like the hunter I know. Right to the point with blood shed included.” He gestured to Grey then said in a more formal voice. “You can’t be, just a hunter, and work here. Your temporary condition will work for my benefit. As for why you are here, you made a useful mistake. Killing all the inhumane things here”. He laughed a blood curdling laugh. Then spoke again, “You couldn’t kill Grey any more than I would hand him back to Caspar, in the pathetic state he is in. All that potential and he is nothing more than a rag doll, getting in the way”. Lucifer stood up and right before he flashed said “if you two ever want out of here, you had better up your game”. Then he was just gone.
I looked to Grey and said, “What the hell was that all about?”
Grey was more than a little annoyed. When Trisha said she wanted to kill every non-human thing here, thoughts of /that's racist... or something/ came to mind. It hurt him a little to know that even though they got along perfectly well, Trisha would apparently kill him if she could. Then there were Lucifer's comments about how pathetic he was. He'd heard it plenty of times before, but never from someone he'd only just met. His pride wasn't hurt; he didn't have any. He just didn't feel particularly happy about it.
He groaned, still not entirely sure what was going on. "I don't know," he told Trisha impatiently. His first impression was that Lucifer was taunting Casper with him, but the he thought about what he'd specifically said. 'Any more than I would hand him back to Casper, in the pathetic state he is in.' What did he mean? Was Lucifer going to do something to change him, or was he really just here to sort out his inner struggles?
Realizing that Lucifer had gotten under her skin she looked over to Grey. Looking at his expression, it seems that he was not all that happy with this meeting either.
As an ice breaker to the tension between them. Trish said, “I think that Devil got what he came for. I am ticked off. But one thing I know is he gave away some hope”. I smiled at Grey before I repeated what Lucifer said at the end “if you two ever want out of here, you had better up your game. Now I know there is a way out”. Thinking for a moment about hunting Devils a fact came to mind. “The Devil doesn’t make house calls, right. So he is pointing out that I wouldn’t kill you and he thinks you’re a rag doll in the way, why?”
I leaned back in my chair feeling so tired but the meeting of Lucifer just wouldn’t leave her thoughts.
"Rag doll I can understand," he said. "But I don't really see how I'm in the way."
This Devil had mentioned his potential. What was that about? How much of this was actually about him and not Casper? Why did Devil's always have to be so cryptic and non-specific? If what he assumed about Lucifer was correct, then he was very old indeed. Grey had now met three Devils in his life, the Devil, Casper being the youngest, then the Witch, Alice, and then Lucifer, son of the morning.
For as long as Grey had known her, admittedly not very long, Alice had always been fairly straightforward. She wasn't ancient, but she was older than the average grandma. However old she was, she was tired and done with acting the part. Just because someone was a Devil didn't automatically mean that they were a bad or evil person. They had their own varying opinions just like everyone else, but the title had long been associated with Lucifer and Lucifer alone, making him the image of what people thought a Devil to be.
Looking up to the ceiling not really wanting to say what she was about to say. But Grey was opening up to her and I was feeling a little guilty for not telling him her deal, so I started talking.
“Grey, I really hate to say this but I was caught off guard with just how polite Lucifer was. I am or was a hunter? I understand my mistake. But I didn’t see it as a mistake. See I know that my blood was not tainted because the vampire that bit me wouldn’t do that to me. We were dating. I. Helped him out when he was low on … well you know. He just didn’t want to hurt anyone”.
Giving Gray a moment to take that in, I felt the need to point out a possible to what else Lucifer had said. Trying to say this gently and that is not skill. In a soft voice looking into his eyes, l said.
“Grey you told me your Devil is a deal broker. Thing can go wrong and people kidnap you to use you as a bargaining chip. Could you not being able to stop a simple human from kidnapping you get in the way?”
All I could do was think, ‘I don’t really want to admit that Lucifer was nothing like I had expected him to be like. I really like Grey and deep down want to kick that Scott’s butt for dragging Gray around in a bag. All the mixed emotions …. I am a hunter, kinda? I whispered out loud to my self As I shook my head. "Man I think Lucifer might be right. If we ever want out of here, we had better up our game”.
"Maybe..." pondered Grey, sighing. "I could have stopped him. Scott, I mean. I... I'm not inhuman for nothing. There's things I could've done, but I don't want to hurt anyone either. I can't control myself. Maybe that's what Lucifer was referring to."
Looking around the lobby and seeing things starting to return too normal, well normal for a holding pin in between realms can be. I let out a sigh of relief. Then noticed a man heading our way caring a clothing bag.
He stopped in front of Grey handing him the bag and said, “Sir this was left you. Your office is now open to you. It is located by Master Trish‘s office”. Then walked off.
I looked to Grey smiling and said, “There goes your vacation time. Looks like Lucifer is putting you to work”.
Grey felt like groaning. "Well, what the hell? What am I supposed to do here?" It was hard to imagine what kind of work in a hotel he'd need an office for besides the job that Trish already had. What kind of work was he supposed to do to help a hotel of the apparently damned? Circumstances aside, he was rather young to have a job with his own office.
Seeing the look on his face and wanting to know her self what Lucifer was up to. Trish stood up and said, “well let’s go find out what your door says. Mine is main office. No imagination there”.
I walked across the lobby to the main hall opened the door to find a couple fighting about some other woman. I brushed by them and walked to the new set of doors right by mine. The gold name place that said ‘head of security’.
I couldn’t help but comment on this change of position. “Well, I think this is Lucifer‘s way of making a point” ….
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Grey joined Trish in front of his door. "What even is there to really secure? No one can leave and no one stays hurt or dead. If I'm the head of security then where's the rest of it?" Grey's theories were at least coming together a little.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Then in a proper tone I said. “I shall be on my best behavior.” Then the woman busted a bottle over the mans’ head and walked out of the main hall.
The man laid dead beside the open doors. His blood spilling out on the floor. Then a flash of light and the woman body came flying into the room landing in the middle of the floor twisted broken and dead.
A woman in a maids’ uniform came in shortly after. She looked to us. She said in a perturbed voice “We will have to store these bodies till the hotel resets. It would be wise of you two, to take your positions more surely before the entire hotel reeks of the dead”. Then she stormed out of the room.
I looked to Grey and said, “Wow, she is not pleasant”. Unsure of what to do next. I stood there looking to Gray for an idea of what we should do.
"Damn it," he groaned. "So I'm supposed to keep a bunch of hell bound lost souls under control in this hotel of the damned? I bet most of them have given up by now... not even trying to leave anymore." He sighed exasperatedly, looking around the dining room. "Store... did she mean us? Don't they already have people for this?" He spotted what looked like a broom closet. "Unless they have a specified place to store dead bodies, I'd assume that's as good a place as any." He seemed rather undisturbed by the corpses. Just annoyed.