Jackals in the Night:
Chapter XXI—Of Flesh and Blood
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A/N: Sorry for the wait! This is again from Senor Diablo's POV. I really don't know what to call him if he isn't. Sorry!
Disclaimers: ^_^ I live! My creativity is back! Ha! Jhonen you cannot defeat Ruri! ~shot in the head~ …Goddamn you. X_x;;
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I allow a hand to wrap around /Pepito's/ throat. He turns to look at me with such surprise as does young Todd Casil.
"I doubt Pepito would be pleased to see you doing that." I say in a calm, matter-of-factly way.
"Father…?" His eyes grow wide with confusion.
"Really, I didn't think you got out." I shake my head a few times—making sure the young demon is in check. "I must be getting on in years."
"M-Mr. Diablo?" Ah Todd. Such a sweet kid. I can see why Pepito likes him so much.
"Yes, Todd?"
"…nothing…" I suppose he thinks this a family matter…or thinks I like him…whatever.
"Don't take this personally," I say calmly, "I have no feelings to wish to protect you Todd."
The youth in my hand begins to squirm. How rude. Really, young people these days—a small blaze of fire should shut him up for awhile. With a pain whine, he stops struggling.
"…Pepito?"
"I don't like him being used for him." I growl towards the other body. "Really, wasn't dying once enough for you?"
"Father…I have no idea…"
I allow my eyes to change from their mellow gold color to a deep red. "Repeat that to me again."
"Se-Senor Diablo…" I hear a sharp gasp come from the bed. Young Todd should be surprised. This voice sounds nothing like my Pepito. It is more darkly squeaky—sounding more like Mr. Johnny's if he were being strangled.
"Much better." I tighten my grip a bit—but not enough to cause my son's body too much harm. "Now, how did you get out of Hell?"
"Uh…" I watch as he moves Pepito's eyes left than right. "I hitched a ride on Johnny."
"Hmm…could you get out of Pepito." I give a cool grin. "I really would dislike having to tear you out of there myself. So very painful."
"Y-yes it is." He quivers quietly before a dark glow surrounded the area Pepito's body is in.
Falling face first onto the floor was rather short man—hardly taller than Young Todd—with fading-raven hair scattered over his head. Scars were against his pupil-less eyes that moved upwards on his face—though hardly noticeable. Really, if anyone didn't know better, he looked like a harmless salesman in some casual dress.
Pepito shakes his head a few times as he moves backwards—trying to clear his vision. Glancing around, I suppose he is more surprised to see he is back home rather than at Mr. Johnny's house.
"Reverend," I smile calmly. "Isn't that what you are calling yourself now?"
"Huh?" Pepito turns and stares at the short man. "YOU!"
I calmly hold my hand out to stop Pepito's advances. "Now, now Pepito. You really can't kill him."
I watch as he gives me a low pout. "Why not?!"
"Bad manners." I smile again…oh my, Pepito looks like he is going to kill me now.
Pepito glares at the short "reverend" than moves his gaze towards Young Todd. Poor kid. He looks traumatized. Probably the first time he's seen someone come out of another's head. Oh well…can't help what's already been done.
"Senor Diablo! If I had known it was your son…"
"Oh, but you did know he was my son." I click my tongue in annoyance. How I hate liars.
"Diablo-sir! I truly had no idea!" He looks frantic while Pepito looks like he's going to tear his face off. Really, where did Pepito learn his manners?
"Excuse me," Ah, Young Todd Casil. I completely forgot about him.
"Yes?" I turn my attention towards the fearful ball on the bed.
"Who…who is that?" He gave a short point towards the man before him.
"Ah…how rude of me." I sigh—now where are my manners? "I do believe you know him as Reverend Meat."
"…meat…" Pepito looks shocked as he stared at the man with renewed hatred.
Perhaps, I should have kept my mouth shut…but it's more fun this way.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
I'm so happy you all waited for me! I'm sorry! I'll try to update more. I'm running out of ideas. Anyone have any? Thank you.