#1 sad dad

The god sat at his desk. He was finally alone.

Fumus sat at his desk with coffee in hand.  The smell that wafted from the cup was comforting to his senses.  A cigarette stuck between his lips as smoke trailed through the room, twisting with the scent of caffeine and providing an atmosphere of comfort that the god had gotten used to.

No one had bothered him, and he was left to his devices as he went back to his current goal of knocking down that huge pile of paperwork on his desk.  Taffy was out getting him more coffee, and several of the other angels had been assigned their own tasks.  A long as his brother didn’t bust through the door and bother him, then he should be able to get his tasks done today.  

At least, that’s what he had thought.

Little did he know, he had a little…unexpected visitor today.

It seemed Satanick was always wrapped up in his life in some way.

He heard someone knock on the door and looked up from his paperwork, purple eyes gazing over the top of one of the papers he held in his hand.  Fumus glared down the door for a few moments, taking another drag from his cigarette he had.

“Come in,” the god sat down his paperwork, leaning back in his chair.

God damn it.

Why did this always seem to happen?

“What the hell does he want, anyway?”

     ..... ‘Come in?’

    Did he seriously say to come in?

    Well, shit, Sullivan was more fucked than anticipated. Great.... Well, whatever, he thought to himself. He was ready to embrace death with open arms at this rate.

    With a very shaky hand, Sullivan opened the oddly plain door (for a god, that is), swallowing before eyeballing the man at the desk...

     .... The crow demon was incredibly caught off guard by how normal this guy looked. In fact, place him in the underworld or even among middle-earth, and he would blend in perfectly, smoke, coffee, tired eyes and all.

     However, he knew the exterior was nothing like the interior. He heard stories... and even if Egmont regarded him highly, he knew what this guy was like. He knew what gods were like.

      He knew.

      Sullivan repeated the familiar phrase in his head -- just give him the paperwork and leave. And that’s what he was going to do. Actually, that’s what he was doing -- his brain was completely on autopilot at this rate. Fear did that to him. God, he just hoped the folder wasn’t too sweaty at this rate....

     With a shaky cough, Sullivan placed the manila folder on his desk, eyes trying their best to avoid the god’s.

     “ Y-yep, I dunno what the devil wants, really -- does anybody really know? ” He laughed nervously, fear apparent in his voice... And his posture. And everything else. 

    “ Errr, anyhow, I’ll be on my way! Unless you wanna make me a messenger or something. That’s doable! I’m just, uhhhh... Busy! I gotta get back ASAP. Y-yeah. ”

Surprisingly, she has the thought of not to go out in her usual way of dress, instead opting for a more modified version, a ridiculously short skirt and stockings to emphasise her long, soft legs and made do without her sleeves entirely. She wanted to tease the poor thing, given it was quite rare for her to organise any sort of meeting with a man she intended to sleep with.

“Hello there Sullivan dear.” She had sneaked up in front of him, hand on hip and smiling down at him. “You can’t be nervous already, are you like this with all of your dates?”

    “ AH! ”

    ... To say the least, he was caught off guard by her sudden appearance, which probably wasn’t even sudden. He jumped anyway.

     “ Agh... I’m.... yeah, if I’m being honest. God, Lil, you scared me.... ”

He didn’t expect Sullivan to offer a place to hide or stay….that was actually a surprise to the battered and bruised man but he knew he couldn’t risk leaving the place and having himself get wrecked again.  No, he didn’t want all the hard work to go to waste.  Especially when the other was being generous.

“Yeah…his brother wants me dead.  Or to capture me.”

As much as he disliked when he seemed to ‘overshare’, he felt it was needed as to why he didn’t wish to leave.  Along with the fact that the place he was currently was much safer….much more calm and comforting.  Part of Anten’s head was wondering if he should have been nicer in days past, but that was because Sullivan had been so nice and hadn’t left him to die.  He had to feel grateful but his body couldn’t register that.  His own mind couldn’t because of his own reasons.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.  Until I can get out of your hair, that is. Yeah.”

He was giving more headpats with his tail, trying to be as gentle as he could while attempting to word himself better and failing at doing so. It was hard to word nicely when one was so injured that he had to focus on healing.

     “ Oh... Well, that’s, er... well, then I don’t blame you. ”

     Sullivan flinched at the headpats at first. He tried to accept them for a moment, but... no, definitely no. That wasn’t going over with the crow demon. He slowly, but surely, pulled away from them, trying to set down the tail gently.

     “ Um... just don’t stress your body too much. Relax. Just... don’t overstay, if you can. There’s not much room here.... at all. Yeah. ”

     With that, Sullivan stood, knees cracking immediately -- nothing he wasn’t used to. Sighing, he headed over to his small kitchen, brushing his bangs out of his face only to sigh again. His eyes wandered upwards to a cupboard before he groggily grabbed a cup out of it.... er... he shoud really do his dishes at some point, he thought to himself.

     Why was he taking care of this guy, again?

     Just give him the paperwork and leave.

     Just.... give him the paperwork... and leave.

    Sullivan repeated the phrase in his head four, five, maybe twenty times. Never in his life did he anticipate going to the god of this world directly -- usually he would go through an angel if he was even sent to the Overworld, but never directly.

    He remembered, vaguely, Satanick handing him a stack of papers before yelling something or other, shoving the papers messily into a manila folder labeled “classified,” and shoved into the weak, bony hands of the crow demon. In fact, he was sent all this was solely because he could travel the easiest, being a crow and all. And, just to his luck, his boss’ boss was quote, “suuuper fucking late” with said paperwork. Both of those didn’t quite add up to Sullivan, but, whatever, you can’t refuse your own devil’s orders.

    Lovely.

    For maybe the fourth, fifth, twentieth time, he cursed his heritage. He did it on the way here, and he was certainly going to do it on the way back.

    He didn’t even notice that he made his way into the castle, asked for some directions, shyly said hello to a familiar face, and, eventually, ended up... At the door... of the god’s office. It reeked of cigarettes and... Um... Blood. Yes, that was.... blood. Yep.

    That was never a good sign.

    Considering he would probably be dead after this anyway, Sullivan shakily knocked on the door, terribly reciting the phrase he repeated in his head maybe a hundred times.

    Sullivan seriously didn’t trust this guy.

    It wasn’t because his office was sketchy. It was relatively clean and white, oddly enough -- the cleanest and whitest thing he had seen in all of his time in Pitch Black... Which was... Unsettling, to say the least. It was.... literally everything else about this guy. Anten didn’t trust him for a second, Yagi had mentioned being... not the most comfortable around him, but that wasn’t what made Sullivan drenched in anxiety. What he looked like, what he sounded like, whatever... whatever was going on right now. Spacey yellow eyes finally focused on the slim figure doing... something... That honestly didn’t help his situation at all. Not being able to see what he was doing did not help him at all --

    ..... Which drove the question for how in the hell Sullivan even managed to agree to Lec’s request. And, much less, end up in his office.

     Sullivan reconsidered, however. If he was here, and sitting in a chair without restraints, then he certainly had to come here by some sort of free will...It really was.. clean... But still, he found himself unsettled. He shivered. Cold sweat? Uh... Was he nervous? Well, that wasn’t the last thing he expected, since he was with a doctor...

     Wait, no -- the last thing he expected was to actually go to a doctor. What the fuck was he thinking? Of course he wasn’t here on his own free will. Why was he here?

     “Uh...” Words slowly stumbled out of his nervous, dry mouth. He could feel the beads of sweat dripping down his face. “... L... Lec, right? You, uh,,, brought me here for... what reason, again?”