"What the fucking hell is this?"
The small paper was shoved under the nose of the elder demon, his reddish-violet eyes traveling up to meet the ones of the younger demon who'd addressed him. Dallas Genoard stood before him, his palms placed flat on his desk, his eyes filled with the familiar angry fire they usually carried. One of his hips was pushed out to the side, and had his hands not been on the desk, one would have probably been there. Knowing that there was no way around this, the elder demon sighed heavily, taking the piece of paper.
"It is a Summons to the human realm, Dallas."
"Yeah, yeah, I ain't fucking stupid. I mean why the fucking hell did this show up in my fucking living room?" Dallas's voice came through his teeth in a low hiss. His pupils quickly narrowed, and his normally cobalt-blue colored eyes changed to a bright indigo.
"Simple. You have not been completing the tasks set upon you by Daemon's Council. Therefore, you are being banished to the human realm to find yourself a partner who can keep you in line."
"Fuck that!" Dallas threw his arms into the air and paced angrily back and forth in front of the elder. "Goddammit. I don't need this. Everybodyknows that I'm the best, most powerful fucking demon this pathetic realm's ever seen."
"One of the strongest," sighed the elder again. While it was true that Dallas came from a long line of extremely powerful demons, that didn't excuse him from Daemon's Council's rules. Often times, the mention of his bloodline would get most Councilmen to step back, but this time, his missteps couldn't be ignored. "If I remember correctly, your mother was ranked almost three steps above you."
"Yeah, only 'cause she was nicer than me," Dallas muttered, his eyes returning to their normal state for a moment, before flashing back into the rage-induced indigo. "But I can change that. Maybe you'd like a demonstration...?" Smirking, he pulled back one side of his vest, curling his fingers around the hilt of the rifle that was strapped to his side, and immediately, the elder jumped to his feet.
"I would suggest you not to do that," he hissed warningly, his own eyes turning a deep pink-violet. "You're on thin ice with the Council already. One more mistake and you could be banished from the demon realm forever. You're lucky they're giving you a chance to fix it, what with all of the trouble you've caused lately."
The confident smirk on Dallas's face waned at that, and a long stream of curses left his lips as he straightened his vest, once again hiding the rifle from view. "Fine. Fuckin' fine. I'll go find myself a partner, and I'll turn 'im into the strongest damn half-blood you've ever seen." Tracing a circle around him on the floor with his foot, he muttered a phrase in Latin, before disappearing in a silver flash.
Rubbing at his eyes, Sebastian Michaelis leaned back in his chair, wishing pity on whatever poor human Dallas chose as his target.