Chapter 7 Into Oblivion #2
“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, making him lean back against the brick wall and fold his arms across his chest, so the skull on his tee peeked over them. His smirk was fully in place, making him look far more sinister than what my sister had dubbed as ‘cute’.
“Look, I don’t know where you are getting your Earth information from, but that last part doesn’t usually happen.”
“Oh, no?” he asked, that smirk getting wider by the second.
“Well, it’s not like a fucking bus stop, back there, is it?” I shouted, flinging my arm out toward the side of the building where a less outdated warehouse seemed to be. “You don’t exactly see a crowd full of people back there, all waiting in line for their turn for a place to screw!”
He tipped his head to one side, grinned, and said,
“Like I said, this isn’t a human nightclub and the screwing they do in there… they don’t try to hide.”
I couldn’t help but gasp at this before turning to look back at the door.
“Oh, my goddess, is this… is this a sex club!?” I screeched, which made him laugh so hard that he actually bent over double at the waist.
“Oh, girly… Yer have no fucking idea just what kind of shitstorm yer are about to walk into,” he warned, making me frown down at him before looking back at the anonymous-looking club.
Then I steeled myself and told him,
“Well, I don’t care, I’m still going in there.” A statement I ended by banging my fist against the thick metal door.
But then something strange happened, as with every knock of my fist, the door flashed to a different image.
A dark, foreboding wooden door that was sectioned into four panels, each of which held matching designs carved at the centers.
These were gothic in style but held an air of something more, something demonic in nature, and something combined with…
elvish? I had seen enough fantasy movies with my mom and sister to know the style, but all I could manage to ask myself now was… why?
Why elvish, if that indeed was what it had been? Of course, the image hadn’t stayed for long, making me now naturally question,
“Whoa… what was that?” I looked down at Bo, who was now back to looking panicked beside me.
“Yer making a big mistake! They are gonna eat yer alive in there, girly!” he argued when I was about to knock again, but I ignored his warning and banged my fist on the door once more.
Only this time, it didn’t transform like before. Almost like it had some kind of magical veil over it, and its glimmer had failed for a split second.
“HELLO!” I shouted, and was just about to bang again when suddenly the door opened, making me tense at the grating sound. This was before the sight that followed caused me to shiver.
“What the fuck do you want?!” a gruff voice asked, one that matched the hard gaze directed our way, making me look down to see that Bo had flattened himself against the wall so he couldn’t be seen.
I would have rolled my eyes again, but I didn’t want to give Mr. Rude and Unwelcoming anymore reasons to refuse me entry.
Besides, he looked like he ate barbells for breakfast and sounded like he washed it down with a rusty nail smoothie.
He was huge and, no doubt, the ideal candidate for a doorman, with his towering frame and hard-ass face.
One that was tattooed with thick jagged red lines running through both eyes and down his cheeks and neck.
The design was a mirror image of each side of his face with a long, thick, white scar running dead center.
It went from the top of his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and down his chin, as if someone had tried to split his face in two with one hit of a machete.
Light blue eyes were a startling contrast to the red on his face and the darkness of his outfit, one that looked more tactical in nature rather than just plain civilian clothes.
Making me wonder if this guy was once in the military.
Whatever his past was, it was written clearly in ink rather than words.
The sweeping, geometric tattoos across his skin carried a style that echoed Pacific Island traditions, but I wasn’t able to place exactly where.
His thick, black, wavy hair was tied back from his face, and a matching thick black eyebrow raised when looking down at me.
“Oh, hey, I am just here in hopes to…”
“No!” he said the one word before slamming the door in my face, making me feel the air whoosh across my skin.
“Wow, rude much,” I muttered, ignoring Bo when he grinned and dusted himself off before stepping past me, saying,
“Oh well, guess we aren’t welcome.”
I grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him back, telling him firmly,
“Oh no, you don’t. We are getting inside, come Hell or high water.”
“Oh, it will be Hell alright,” he muttered, making me ignore him in favor of banging my fist back on the door. One that opened with only enough space to allow the guy to tell me rudely,
“Fuck off!” Then it was slammed back in my face for a second time.
“Right, well, we tried, we failed, and we now be off,” Bo said in an annoyingly satisfied tone.
However, I ignored him again. Instead, I lost my damn mind and my damn temper when I suddenly pounded on the door, and this time, I took no shit.
“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” I bellowed, fighting rudeness with rudeness, and sure enough, the door opened again. Only this time, he looked slightly more amused by my antics.
“You have some balls, little mortal, I will give you that,” he replied, making me snap,
“No, what I have is a fucking Goblin tied to me and only the start of this day from Hell… like literally… and if one of you dickheads in there doesn’t do something about the demons this mortal can suddenly summon with a wave of her hands, then fine!
But gotta say, your rudeness is making my hands all sorts of twitchy out here, so go right ahead and tell me to fuck off again, muscle muffin! ”
At this his eyes widened in surprise, and again I ignored Bo when he started chewing on his nails, pausing to look down at them as he said,
“It was bordering on impressive until yer called him muscle muffin.”
“What did you say, girl?” the man said, now clearly taking me seriously.
“Geez, what is it with you lot and calling me a girl?” I commented in annoyance.
“You a boy?” he asked, making me frown.
“Obviously not, but I have a name.”
“Well, name of the girl I don’t give a shit enough about to ask… what the fuck do you think anyone in here can do about your pickle?” I couldn’t help but snort a laugh.
“Yer know, I think yer have something in common, as that sounded good until he called yer shit luck a fucking pickle,” Bo commented, something this guy didn’t seem to hear or notice, making me wonder if his own kind could see him.
As this guy was unlikely to be human if he was referring to me as a ‘mortal’. But on this occasion, I had to say, I agreed with him. What type of demon called that type of shit a pickle?
“I don’t know, but maybe the name Wyedari Oblivion is one you care enough about to know.”
His eyes widened again before he growled,
“And how the fuck does a fleshy blood bag like you know that name?”
I narrowed my gaze at him before looking to Bo, who muttered,
“Fleshy blood bag… now, I like that better.”
“Keep this shit up, and your new nickname will become pickles,” I snapped, before looking back at the asshole that was still denying me access.
“What the fuck you say?!” he shouted, making me realize that I had done it again.
“I am not talking to you but the demon I summoned,” I said, flinging a hand to the side to indicate the new bane of my existence he couldn’t see.
“Why the fuck did you tell him that?” Bo complained, but I ignored him, leaving him to continue to hide flat against the wall.
“I don’t see a fucking thing,” the doorman said.
I put one hand behind my back, and then I told him in a sarcastic, slightly unhinged tone,
“Yeah, well, you can’t see what I am doing with my hand behind my back either, but that doesn’t mean I am not giving you the finger… now are you gonna let me in or what?”
He growled again.
“Wait here!” he replied with gritted teeth before slamming the door for a third time.
“There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“Oh nooo, piece of cake that,” Bo replied sarcastically, making this my day for rolling my eyes, scowling, and frowning.
I swear, once upon a time, I used to smile before today.
But then, when I woke up this morning, it had been with the positive mindset that today would be my day.
The one where I nailed the presentation.
The one where my boss finally realized I deserved a promotion.
The one where I finally started to climb the career ladder I had worked so hard to be on.
But no.
My day had clearly not gone as planned.
But then the worst I had expected was to find out that at the end of my presentation, there was lettuce stuck in my teeth or even being tongue-tied at the crucial point.
And any of these I would have taken over summoning a freaking demon and turning my safe mundane world upside down and then left and right.
And now here I was, standing outside a sorcerer’s nightclub, one that was likely not of this world, much like the little demon currently attached to my hip.
Whoever this man was, I knew I wouldn’t be dealing with someone who drew pentagrams, lit candles, and burned sage.
This was someone with real power, and hopefully, for my sake, enough of it to send Bo back where he belonged so I could get my life back on track and my foot firmly on that ladder.
Of course, that wasn’t all I hoped for.
Because from all I had heard about this guy, he was a dangerous man. But more than that…
He was a dangerous demon.
And now I was about to willingly step foot into the master’s den. This time, I was about to walk into someone else’s…
Oblivion.