somehow dr. warrick managed to focus on the task at hand, all of the sides probably canceling each other out and making him seem mellow. as he crossed his right leg over his left he grabbed the notepad that was on the table beside him. “please avery, take a seat.” the creature wrote down his patient’s name and the date at the top of the page. he had reviewed the notes of their previous sessions where the male said some questionable and worrisome things, but by the end of it matthias was sure he wasn’t going to harm himself. although if it ever did get to that point he would have killed avery himself. not only for his energy, but so that he wouldn’t be dammed to an eternity of flames because he took his own life.

          they were from two entirely different worlds and yet they collided to help one another. the ghost witch had no sense of life any more with already one foot out the door. the siren-incubus had no value for life that wasn’t his own even though others kept him alive. together they found a middle ground through sarcasm laced sessions. the patient learned how to acquire a new sense of life, a new meaning to himself. the therapist learned more about how people worked in groups, codependency, and the energy of a witch. one was a bouqet of withering flowers and the other was standing by, ready to collect him and swallow him up through the waves of the sea.

     the incubus-siren hybrid walked out of the dressing room while putting a white silk robe on. he had just preformed as a sexy police officer and the only thing he had on was a navy blue jockstrap so he had to cover up a bit. he couldn’t let everyone in the club continue to stare without getting money out of it. a warm but dangerous smile formed on his face as he slide into the booth his friend was in, leaning forward to kiss his cheek and say hello. “if you would have told me you were coming i would have saved that special dance for you.” he winked at kai before leaning back in the booth. he could already feel how great the night was going to end.

     he was fighting a demon that took his mark only because he was bored. komand’r was always possessive, even about his prey. in the dark alleyway all that someone could have seen from far away was his glowing green eyes and his purple starbolts that shot out of his hand. he took the demon down in under ten moves along with the person he initially had his eyes on, the one that lied to him about where koriand’r was. witch a wicked smile on his face he turned when he heard footsteps approaching. green eyes glowed even brighter as he walked closer to the other male, tilting his head to the side and examining them.