Salvation
My head is swimming. I can hear everyone’s darkest desire, their every wish, every dark secret they want hidden. There is no peace; not in a room full of gangsters. I am well aware that tapping my pen against the large desk in front of me is getting on everyone’s nerves, but if I have to listen to constant noise, so can they.
A headache now, I would like nothing more than to flee from the room and go to my salvation but it is not possible at the moment. These fools, these /humans/ believe they can intimidate me, but they are nothing. They will be dust long before I take my last breath. They have no idea who they are dealing with. I could consume their very souls without even batting an eyelash, but he would disapprove. He would be disappointed in me and how can I disappoint my only salvation? My only peace in this excruciatingly long life?
The hard way then, it is difficult to sift through all of the thoughts around me and focus on one that will help. It makes my head throb, it is not so difficult to realize why I am among the last of my kind. Humans are disgusting creatures.
“Does your wife know you have a boyfriend your son’s age?”
That is all it takes to shut them up. They are no longer trying to intimidate me. In fact, their leader has gone a lovely shade of red. There will be mutiny, his faithful followers who up to a second ago were so willing to slit my throat at one word from him now look like they’d rather slit his. How easily the tides turn in the human world.
As if Jun has sensed that our guests were leaving, he opens the door to my office and the gangsters file out to deal with their own problems. My head is less chaotic now; Jun’s desires are easy to bear. He longs for his mountain, his forest, but above all, he is faithful to me. He keeps the door open and inclines his head slightly. He knows me so well.
I do not even take the time to gather my things before I am out the door. The elevator seems to take forever but that is the downside of having a penthouse office in a building with 45 floors. Stepping out onto the streets is like a sudden punch to the face and I have to stand a moment to catch my bearings. It is like a million people all in my head at once and it feels like it will explode. Those few moments are all it takes for my car to pull up. I dive for it, barely noticing the driver, just ordering to be taken to my salvation. Then again, it is extremely hard to notice Julian, it is why I hired him.
The ride is too long. Julian is an overly cautious driver. He tries very hard not to be distracted by all of the chrome and lights and compensates by driving slower than an eighty-year-old grandmother drives. Then again, this could be Julian’s first time actually driving. Jun would normally, but if I cut out on work, someone has to stay and take care of business.
Finally. We are there. I do not wait for Jules, I get out of the car and head up to his apartment. I do not even knock just fling the door wide open and leave it that way as I go in search of him. He must be here. I cannot take it anymore. I am well aware that I look like some type of wild animal on the hunt, or perhaps a crazy person but I do not care. Finally I find him, wrap my arms around him tightly and there is peace. Finally there is silence.
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This is Iggy, he is too complicated to really explain. He's a kind of supernatural mob boss who enjoys toppling governments in his spare time?