Author's Note:
Done from a suggestion/request! Thanks! Sorry if it's not exactly as you imagined!
Before you read, I'm not sure if Maxis has been mentioned, but Maxis = Were-Dragon in the attic. Again, Not sure if he's been seen in CON yet, but he does exist in that world. Just know there is a canon reason from Mrs. Kenyon's most recent DH book about why Dagon and Maxis probably shouldn't be in the same room together. At the same time.
Cupid was mentioned in the first book, but to clarify, him and his wife, Psyche, are regulars to the Sanctuary Bar.
Regardless, thanks to everyone who's been reviewing and still reading this story! AND THE IDEAS. THANK-YOU FOR THE IDEAS! I need to start a list on what to write first...Bwahaha. -RS
MRS. KENYON OWNS EVERYTHING! AND SHE ROCKS!
From the Halloween Party:
*Bonus Story*
Dagon's Scramble.
Dagon shielded his powers as Aimee looked towards him, a frown marring her beautiful features as the rest of the Usumgallu piled into Sanctuary for the Halloween Party.
Most of the occupants wouldn't be old enough to recognize him, so he should be safe-
He felt a wave of power from the attic.
Ah, Damn.
Maxis still lived?
Geez, he had been held for thousands of years, but the bloody Were-Dragon was alive and kicking...Dagon make a note to avoid him. Not that he couldn't beat the dragon to a pulp, but with his new Sarru title and the Malachai's reaction to when he last went after one of his family members...
Best not to go there. Even if Sanctuary was adopted family, he doubted the Malachai would see the difference. He immediately shielded his powers to prevent a ruckus- there was a time an place to be intimidating. This wasn't it.
Inside the building, Dagon folded himself into the wall, doing his best to focus on the food. Some of the Weres- especially the one with a Dark-Hunter mark and three matching doppelgangers- stared at him with frowns.
Avoid them. Nick had been clear the DH marked ones were off-limits.
There was a Were-Panther and Were-Hawk next to the music instruments taking a break, both of whom eyed him in suspicion.
Avoid them. Too much trouble to deal with.
There was another Were-Hawk that glanced at him in curiosity, wearing a label that said 'Dr. Carson'.
Avoid him. As a sorcerer and God of magic, he knew doctors were nosy to a fault. Bad idea to get close to one.
That's when he sensed another presence-
Acheron?
What the hell was the Atlantean doing here?
Nick, you bastard, there was a few things you failed to mention!
And did he just sense Cupid and Psyche flash into the third floor of this building?
Avoid. That entire group.
By the gods, what was this place? A cosmic welcoming mat for all things supernatural?
Dagon turned around, intending to flash out of this nightmare, but something latched onto his arm.
The female Charonte.
"Let. Me. Go. I'm in the process of leaving." Simi frowned.
"But youse just gots here! You can't leave! And you needs a costume...Oh, I know!" Simi waved her hands around, and suddenly Dagon was wearing cat ears with a little witch's hat on top.
We are not going to discuss the painted whiskers or carrot nose.
"See, since youse a sorcerer and there needs to be another cat to match Mr. Fluffy Boots, this works! YEA! OOO, Cake!" Simi dragged him towards the Atlantean, who was having a small chat with the DH marked Were-Bear, a Ghost cake in his hands.
NOPE.
There were some things he didn't want to deal with tonight. He shrugged Simi off and made his way towards the stairs, where Cupid and Psyche had started to make their way down.
Damn it!
He switched directions, only to bump head-long into a Were-Tigard holding a tray of cupcakes made to look like a single Jack-O-Lantern.
The Tigard stiffened; Dagon ignored him as thousands of genetic possibilities sprung into his head . A Tigard was incredibly rare, seeing as most of his experiments died within hours if not seconds. Even then, his experiments were centered around crossing the Apollites with animals, but what if-
The Tigard bared his teeth, moving around Dagon to set the cupcakes on a table, cutting off his scientific monologue.
Who did the cat think he was?!
Dagon went to demand an apology, but decided to refrain as Cupid and Psyche neared him. He double-checked his powers were shielded- but even then, Cupid stopped and looked around, trying to pinpoint the shift of power he felt. A tingle crawled up his spine.
I know this vibe...
"Love? Is there something wrong?" Psyche asked. Cupid looked at where Dagon used to stand.
"I...No. Let's go get a beer!"
The ancient god relaxed once he manged to avoid detection, before focusing at the new obstacle in front of him. One of the Were-Bear doppelgangers with a fierce scowl attempting to stare him down.
Tch. Like that would work on him. His father was Noir, for Hells' sake.
"Do you need something?" The Were-Bear gave him a scowl.
"Who are you? The Bar is closed to outside Clientele. Family Only." Tch. Annoying. Like he would willingly be here if he hadn't been dragged back in.
"I was invited in."
"By?"
"Nick."
The bear glared at him, not believing a word he said. Which was odd, seeing as the Were-Hunters should be able to scent a truth from a lie.
Guess the bear was just that disagreeable.
Aimee saved him by walking up and slapping the bear on the shoulder.
"Remi, Go find someone else to get pissy at! He came in with Nick. He's clear." Dagon breathed a sigh of relief, but then Aimee's face lit up in surprise-
"Maxis! You actually came down to socialize-" Dagon didn't hear the rest as he was busy erasing both Were's of their memory of meeting him and simultaneously flashing away.
Some days, it was good to be a God.
Now up on the third floor, he slowly made his way back down to the bar, intending for the three Were-Hunters to have evacuated the staircase. They had.
"Dagon? Are you okay?" Nick walked up with Kody, fake red horns on his head with a Party Hat that had an image of a bat. Kody wore various plastic beads.
Gah, a Malachai with a party hat? What was the world coming to?
"Not exactly- Oh shit." Maxis and Remi were looking around a couple of yards away, with Remi gesturing a little angrily.
Damn. Did my mind-wipe not work on them?
They were joined by Ash, who started looking around as well.
"Dagon? What's wrong?" Nick gave him a concerned frown.
Good Gods, that was weird. Last thing he ever expected was concern from the spawn of ultimate evil.
"Aren't you trying to avoid Ash?"
"Yeah, but why-" Nick looked over his shoulder at the Atlantean making through way through the crowd for them.
"Oh, Hello, that's not good!" Nick grabbed him by the arm and they bolted, leaving Kody to chuckle at their predicament.
"Hey!" yelled Remi showing up behind them, cutting Ash's view of them off.
Then some outrageous music started to play that made Dagon want to cover his ears...something about a dead man's party.
"What on earth is with the music of this century?"
"Hey, Oingo Boingo is traditional Halloween music!"
"Define 'Traditional'."
"Just shut and run!" Dagon stopped as a thought occurred to him.
"Why are we running? I'm a god." Nick shoved him from behind.
"Because Remi's scarier than Ash when he's pissed, that why! Run, you fool!"
They spent the next ten minutes dodging Remi, ducking behind Were's, avoiding eye contact, and stealing slices of Cake.
Remi was nearly on top of them when Aimee took to the microphone.
"Now, we're going to have a pinata brought out, so everyone who wants candy, get over here to bat! And yeah, we re-enforced it, so you won't be able to destroy it on the first strike-"
Dagon knew Nick was lost to him; the stars that appeared in demon's eyes were proof enough.
Nick abandoned their rabid chase of avoiding detection and instead went straight for the candy.
Traitor!
However, Nick got his comeuppance when Simi saw him going for the Pinata and tackled him.
"Damnit, Nick! Wait until I'm inebriated to start a brawl!" Caleb yelled that from somewhere near the bar.
"You can't get drunk!"
"No Shit! What do you think that means?!"
At the very least, it distracted Remi from hunting Dagon down. The irritable Were-Bear switched gears to keep Nick and Simi from duking it out.
Finally having a breather, he sat down next to Xev and Aeron, both of whom needed a break as well.
"Xev, why do you have-"
The cat glared at him with the wrath of thousand torturous deaths.
"Do. Not. Ask." Aeron- still in Tinker Bell form- piped in.
"Me thinks it is a woman's kilt. Although I've never seen a kilt that fluffy and pink. Kody calls it a tutu; One of the bear cubs wanted to dress 'Mr. Fluffy Boots' up as a Mrs. Puss and Boots, and Boyo couldn't stop her." Xev glared at him.
"You see that Pinata? Go trade places with it."
Aeron gasped.
"But I'm just a wee little one!" Xev crouched as if to pounce on him in cat form.
"Oh, I think we can overlook a few minor details." He jumped, and Aeron darted to the ceiling, his legs nearly snagged by Xev's claws.
"Now, now, just flutter a little lower..." Xev's tail swished back in forth, eyeing his prey with expert precision.
"Uh, what are you two doing?" Nashira came back with drinks, decked out with an odd tiara and strange white costume.
Xev and Aeron ignored her in favor of their silent battle.
"They're now in the process of fighting. My money's on Xev."
"Ten on Aeron."
"What are your wearing?" Asked Dagon, eyeing her extremely odd outfit.
"No idea. Something about Moons and Sailors- was not paying attention to Simi."
Aeron flew down a little two low, and Xev pounced, dragging them both off the ends of the table. They raced away through the throngs on people, most who...questioned their existence.
"I thought Marvin was the only non-Were animal at Sanctuary!"
"Was that a fairy?"
"Didn't you see him earlier? He's a riot."
Dagon let loose a sigh of exasperation. This was the almighty Usumgallu who instilled fear in the hearts and minds of every God, Demon, and lesser being on Earth?
They acted like children...which didn't say much for the future of humanity.
Well, that alone was a rather terrifying prospect, so maybe they were doing their job after all.
"There you are..." Dagon looked over his shoulder at the Remi, his arms crossed and mood foul.
"Who. Are. You."
"If you wanted my number, you just have to ask politely."
Remi went from annoyed to murderous rage.
...Alright, no more spending quality time with the Malachai or Aeron.
They were corroding his higher reasoning skills.
"When do we leave?" Dagon asked Nashira, slowly standing up.
"In an hour or two." Dagon nodded slowly. Remi braced himself for a fight.
The Ancient Akkadian God turned and bolted.
"Get back here!"
And thus, the rest of the night progressed as you would guess.
THE END!
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this! And hopefully I will update soon! Please Review! -RS
