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"That was it

"That was it!" Kyrii said at last, as the leader of the small gang of rebels stared wide eyes at the black haired demon and her mortal guide. "That's where I know him from! He's my son." She sounded quite pleased with her skills of deduction; but Sam and the boy were both staring wide eyed at her waiting for more of an explanation.

"Your son!?" Sam hissed trying to keep it out of the ears of the mortals the boy was leading. "You mean your and the devil's son?" he asked making absolutely sure this wasn't some kid she had before she died and simply had taken with her to Hell.

"Well who else's son would he be? I was unmarried when I was alive; I hated kids. Still do actually…" she added as an after thought. Sam looked over at the devil's protégé. He looked to be about the same age as Sam, but the devil's son had jet black hair and dark circles under his eyes as of he hadn't slept well in years. His hair was cut at an angle so it fell over one of his eyes. His was very thin and lanky and wore a dark black short sleeved shirt with a gray long sleeved shirt under it. He didn't look very intimidating, in fact, he looked perfectly normal.

"That's Damien?" Sam asked as the boy began talking to his cronies- who may have been hypnotized by some sort of demonic power or just really desperate to have some one follow because they seemed to accept whatever Damian was telling them without question.

"Damien? Is that his name?" Kyrii asked sounding just as surprised as Sam. The name Damien was from the movie The Omen and Sam had simply assumed that (like all horror movies) the child's name had been derived from some sort of fact; but Kyrii seemed to have no idea. "No… I think it's something Shakespearean…." she mumbled to herself as the little band that had collected around the Devil's son dispersed. "Hamlet…? Lysander…? Oberon…? Oh come on what was his name…?" the queen grumbled as the boy shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black jeans and sulked over to where Sam and Kyrii were standing.

"Good eve my mother." Damien said with a swift and graceful bow. His voice was deep but surprisingly soft and he came across as quite a gentleman. He turned to face Sam who was trying to find something inhuman about his appearance but found no real flaw in the way the young demon looked. Maybe, like Kyrii he was hiding his true appearance. "You must be Samuel." Damien said looking down at Sam with a mix of boredom and disdain for, though Sam had never considered himself short, he only came up to Damien's shoulders. "Avarice has informed me about you." he said, sounding as if he had been vastly disappointed by something.

"She's your sister isn't she…?" Sam probed. If Avarice was lying about being the devil's daughter then all of that stuff she said about his contract was completely void and he would never have to listen to a Sin again!

"Half sister." Damien snapped instantly. "We share the same father but the Seven Deadly were around long before mother ever entered the fiery abyss." Sam took a step back because the black haired boy sounded thoroughly insulted by his assumption.

"Oh yes," Kyrii said finally seeming to return to the conversation. "I don't take responsibility for those seven disasters Lucifer calls daughters. They aren't mine. Lucifer is on his own with them, I'm only concerned with my own two kids." she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Three kids mother." Damien corrected with a sigh. "You have three kids."

"Oh yes," Kyrii said correcting herself as if it were no big deal that she couldn't remember how many kids she had. "My three sons."

"One son and two daughters mother." Damien interjected once again. Sam had thought his mother was bad for selling his soul to the devil, but she was nowhere near as bad as the Devil's wife who seemed to have little if any knowledge about her own kids. At least Sam's parents knew he and his brother existed and what their genders were. The worst of it was that Kyrii really didn't seem to care whether or not she was right or wrong and Damien seemed to be used to it.

"That's what I meant." Kyrii said dismissively. "Now Yorik, be a good little demon and run back to Hell to help your father." Kyrii instructed with a wave of her hand. Her son rolled his dark eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

"My name is Double." her son corrected.

"I was close, and really no one could recognize you with you looking like that. You look so human I want to throw up." Kyrii grumbled. "Look Double, I'm on a tour and I don't need you tagging along with me like dead weight, so unless you have something important to show me, I suggest you head straight back to Hell this instant."

"I am afraid I must decline mother." Double said shaking his head. "I am up here on official business for father. One of my designated tasks, dear mother, is to make sure our renegade spirit dose not deem it necessary to seek you out."

"What? Why!?" Kyrii demanded. Sam all ready knew the answer to this question; the Devil had made it painfully clear that the queen was in no danger from the spirit… but the general population was in danger of the queen. "This is just an excuse to have you here to protect that worthless mortal Lucifer has gone and gotten himself involved with! Well, isn't it!?" She demanded getting uncomfortably close to her tall and lanky son who kept a perfectly placid expression on his face.

"That 'worthless mortal' is standing right here." Sam reminded with a little wave. Kyrii ignored him and Double gave him a sharp look that made him back off slightly.

"Perhaps. I know not mother; I do not involve myself in father's affairs." Double replied his voice never wavering from an overly formal and completely dry tone. Kyrii folded her arms and let out an aggravated shout and stalked ahead of the two men. Sam looked at Double who was watching his mother with no expression at all on his thin features.

"So, you're coming with us, are you?" Sam asked nervously. It was bad enough having to show the Queen of Hell around the mortal realm but now he was forced to give a grand tour to the Prince of Darkness? What was next!? All seven sins!? Sam shook his head to clear it; it was best not to think like that, he might give the devil an idea.

"So it would seem." Replied Double blandly.

"Right then, okay well my car is right over here-" Sam began taking a long stride forward toward his relatively new but still somewhat beat up car. Kyrii stopped and turned to look at the vehicle and instantly gave a sound of disapproval that sounded similar to Avarice's shriek when she discovered 'tainted' gold in her jewelry supply. (They may not be blood related but it was no doubt that Pride, Kyrii, and Avarice were all spoiled by the same person, Double on the other hand… it was still too early to tell with him. All Sam really knew was that Kyrii made his mom look like 'Mother of the Year'- selling her son's soul to the Devil and all.)

"We'll take my car." Double said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair of keys that for all intensive purposes looked perfectly normal. But it did not escape Sam's notice that there wasn't a better looking car for quite some distance. Double pressed the button on the sleek black remote and there was a loud roaring sound as a car pulled up from (or at least from what Sam could tell) seemingly out of nowhere. It was a sleek sports car with coloring so black it looked like it could suck the color out of the surrounding cars. It had fire red stripes on the side and tinted windows that completely concealed the interior. Double snapped his slender fingers and three doors swung open. He walked around to the diver's side and got in. Kyrii happily sat in the shot gun seat leaving Sam the back all to himself. He was somewhat relieved not to have to sit next to the Queen or her son. Sam slid inside and reached for the handle but the door slammed shut before he could reach it, almost catching his hand in the process. "Careful." Double warned as somewhat of an after thought.

"It's a good thing I didn't have to ride in moron's carriage. It's not nearly as lovely as this one." Kyrii said brightly. Lovely wasn't the word Sam would have used. The seats were black and smelled like ashes and the floor was illuminated with a fiery light making it look as if the entire car were ablaze. He noticed that the car was running despite the fact that there were no keys in the ignition, nor was there technically an ignition in which to insert the keys.

"So," Double asked turning around in the seat to face Sam. Sam let out a shout, a mix of fear and shock, for- unrenowned to him- Double had taken this as an opportunity to turn back into what Sam assumed was his normal demonic self. His eyes were gone and in their place were dark black sockets illuminated by glowing crimson orbs that floated slightly off center because, Sam assumed, these orbs were the demonic equivalent to pupils. Like his mother, Double had jet black hair and skin as white as paper with sharp fangs instead of canines but he had his father's smirk that wormed its way across his features as soon as Sam saw the real son of Satan. "You done?" He asked as the red orbs did a full circle in the dark sockets symbolizing that he was rolling his eyes.

"Y-Yeah, you just surprised me… wasn't expecting the whole demon eye thing right this second." Sam said his breath still a bit shaky from the scare.

"Yes, well that's because you're a twit." Kyrii replied contently from the front seat. Double ignored his mother who was in a good enough mood to simply be left alone and not fear for the general safety of any near by mortals.

"As I was saying," Double continued with a smirk on his face. "Where are we headed? You're the mortal; the tour is your job. Not mine."

"Well…. You know your mother better than I do, and you seem to have a descent grip on our world. So… why don't you tell me where you think we should go?" Sam probed. Double gave a short but harsh, but surprisingly amused laugh.

"Because it's not my job. As long as half the general population of this city remains alive by the time mother gets home, my job is done. You're the one who has to keep her happy." Double replied sounding genuinely amused by Sam's question.

"Well you're no help." Sam retorted irritably.

"I'm the son of the devil; did you expect me to be?" Double shot back.

"But you could at least-" Sam began but Kyrii had overcome her fascination with Double's 'carriage' and was back to being bored.

"If you two don't quit this and start ripping each other apart or proving me with some other form of amusement I will personally see to your punishments!" Kyrii shouted angrily. Double turned around quickly and the car let out an almost growling sound and lurched forward in a way that suggested strongly to Sam that they were definitely not following any sort of traffic safety procedure. They still had no destination so he had to come up with the first thing he could think of that was remotely entertaining to a demon or someone with a killing fetish. What would Wrath like?