placed another beer and a fresh shot in front of him without being asked. “Thanks, honey.”
“I haven’t seen your mama in a good long while either,” the man said, nursing his own beer. Demon looked at the man more closely trying to place him. His face was a ruin of wrinkles and dirty looking grey stubble, his eyes drooping and partially hidden by lids that seemed like they’d collapsed from the sheer weight of his bushy eyebrows. “She back in town too?”
“No,” his mother hadn’t had any friends in town, in fact the only reason she’d moved there at all was so that he could have some sort of relationship with his father and his brother. And that had turned out wonderfully, as was evidenced by Red’s display of contempt earlier that night. But she’d kept mostly to herself, only venturing into town to get supplies or drive Demon somewhere before he was old enough to drive himself. This man had no reason to remember her at all.
He was about to start asking some questions of his own when the door to the bar opened and Sidney walked in, still dressed in the slinky black dress she’d worn to the funeral. He watched as she took her own seat at the bar and spoke quietly to the bartender, asking very politely for a glass of Pinot Grigio. Demon smirked as she was told that they had beer or hard liquor and nothing in between and then was asked to show some ID.
The woman was from another plane of existence, one where they served fine wines in bars and said ‘oh dear’ when they stubbed their toes. Even after having been rained on and wading through mud she somehow managed to look fresh and clean, as if she’d just stepped out of the salon.
He pushed the questions he had for the inquisitive man out of the way, he could get to him later, and instead picked up his beer and made his way over to Sidney.
“Needed a night out on the town, huh?” he sat with his back against the bar so he could watch her. She looked over, like she couldn’t imagine who would be talking to her and he saw the recognition when it hit her eyes, along with something else.
“I had to get out of the house, Jessica was driving me crazy. I didn’t know the funeral was going to include so much… shifter stuff. And then there were men yelling and severed heads and… well she just has a lot of questions that I don’t have the strength to answer right now. Hell, I have questions of my own that no one seems interested in answering.”
“Such as?” he asked.
She looked at him, maybe trying decide whether or not he had any answers she wanted, “Well I doubt you can help me very much.” He could see the moment she remember him healing Red and knew the conversation was going to take a turn he didn’t want it to take. “Or maybe you can. Are you some kind of witch? Is that the reason Red called our potential children ‘abominations’?”
Demon winced at the word. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it and it wouldn’t be the last. He shrugged, “The Book of Moons and Mysteries says that any being created between two non-humans is an abomination. It doesn’t matter which two it is. The Book also seems to play to a shifter’s natural ego, making it seem like they are the pinnacle of creation, the end point of evolution and to sully the line would be a great offense to one’s genes.”
“But it’s ok to mate with humans?”
“Humans are the basic building blocks of almost all other sentient beings. With very few exceptions all, other beings mutated from humans in some form. There are a few… powers? Entities? That predate humanity, but they are rare and no one really wants to fuck them anyway.”
Sidney shook her head, and Demon sympathized. It must be hard coming from a background of absolute mundane existence and being thrown into a life full of things she hadn’t thought existed.
“So Jessica is your sister?” he asked, realizing he knew almost nothing about her life before he’d seen her in that day in the