A/N: Sooo...new story as promised! After Crimson Rock I figure a lighthearted, fluff filled fic wouldn't hurt, right?
Bo, a sex demon and the long lost daughter of the King of Hell, crossed paths with Tamsin, a fallen Angel, during a mission. She discovered some dark secrets about herself, her father, and maybe even her late mother.
Slow burn as usual. Rated M for reasons. I don't think this story will be too long, probably somewhere around 20 - 30 chapters. Love live Valkubus!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost Girl, and I don't profit from it.
Chapter 1
In the darkness of the night, along the walls of an arched hallway, a shadow moved swiftly.
Quietly he trotted, down the empty hallway, a left turn, then a right, heading towards the room at the very end.
Before entering the half shut door of that room, he briefly stopped and raised his head to glance at the moon. The dim moonlight silhouetted the contour of his body, which had the form of a black panther but the size of a large domestic cat. His eyes, with the color of deep, rich gold, glittered. Shone brightly under the moonlight was the small, round sparkle in the middle of his forehead. It was as if he was wearing a star as his diadem.
He creeped into the room, stepping over the six people who were unconsciously lolling on the floor. After having sniffed each and every one of them, he silently hissed, LEAVE.
Immediately and simultaneously, all six people had their eyes shot wide open. They sat up, looking at each other, a little confused and only half awake.
The little panther bared his fangs. LEAVE, he commanded again.
The group of six scattered - hunting for their pants and clothes, fumbling for their shoes, tidying their hair awkwardly and in silence - while they wondered how they could have heard the little panther's voice without actually hearing it. It was as if he had spoken directly into their brains.
After the last one of them exited the room, the black panther hopped into the bed in the corner of the room and pawed the shoulder of the woman who was half covered under blankets.
Wake up, Bo. He whispered.
The woman groaned, yawned and squirmed. "I don't wanna wake up. It's like 4 in the morning…." She complained with the sweetest and softest voice.
You have to wake up. The little panther urged.
"Why? Is Hell on fire or something…?" Bo asked as she wrapped the pillow around her ears.
Your father wants to see you.
"Well tell him to get a number," Bo buried her face into the sheets and whined.
He wants to see you now. Since when does the King of Hell take a number?
"Seriously, now? Does he not know what nighttime is?"
We are demons, Bo. This is Hell. Nighttime here is like daytime to humans.
"Well I grew up like a human, so I should at least count as half of one, or whatever percentage that would make me…" Bo grumbled as she dug her way out of the cozy fortress of her blankets and sheets.
With a big yawn she looked around. "Hey, where is everyone?"
"If you are asking about the participants of your late night party, I kicked them out," the panther finally spoke with a voice. He snorted at the blankets before he curled up at the end of the bed, like a house cat would do. "You really need to get up and get dressed."
"Fine," Bo drawled as she got off her bed. She pulled out a gray tank top and a pair of tight leather pants out of her closet and put them on. She then combed her hair carelessly, letting her dark, silky locks lazily cascade down her shoulders. After putting on a pair of black knee high boots, she strapped her dagger holster to her right thigh. As she tucked a 12 inch mithril dagger in, she asked, "how do I look?"
"Hot as Hell. Now goooo," the panther mumbled impatiently without even taking a look at her.
"Fine, enjoy your time alone, you fluffy cute little kitten," Bo chuckled as she ruffled up the fur on his back.
"Stop treating me like a dumb human pet! I am Lord Bilith. I lead 85 legions of demon army and-"
His low, impatient voice growled, and it made Bo chuckle again. She ran her hand along the length of his spine, along his thick and smooth fur. He purred.
"Do you know why my father wants to see me at this time of the night?"
"No idea," Bilith closed his eyes and continued to purr.
Bo exited her suite. As she stretched her body, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly.
It had been a little over 2 years, and sometimes she still had a hard time believing that she now lived in Hell.
Hell. She had heard that it was a pit of fire. The habitat of demons, tortured souls and dark secrets. The kingdom of demon Lords and their armies. The last place any human would possibly want to be in their afterlife.
Hell. Not only did she live here, she was also the only daughter of the King of Hell. The demons here adored her as their princess. She even befriended a few, like the little panther named Bilith.
How unbelievable! What surprised her the most, though, was that it wasn't at all like what she had pictured. There weren't flames, and it wasn't all dark either. She still got her nights and days, except that the daylight seemed artificial and lifeless. The sun she had seen was pale and lukewarm, which led her to wonder if it was just a prop.
The demons down here didn't always have horns or fangs either. Most of them had assumed human forms. Many of them were very good looking too. Yes, she could see the evil in them, and it sometimes would scare her a little, but that evil inside also gave them a unique charm.
The demons liked fun. They liked to party. They would appreciate fine wine, exquisite food and…wild sex. For a sex demon like Bo, that was a "Hell yes".
She also couldn't believe that instead of a dark hole, she was living in a castle, elegant, medieval style. It was massive, and it was surrounded by four rivers: the silent River of Flames, in which she had not seen a single flame - she had assumed that it had been dried out a long time ago. Then, there was the whispering River of Mist, the whimpering River of Ice and the roaring River of Venom. Twisted and twirled, they enclosed the castle like four snakes.
The existence of Hell had shocked her, so had the existence of Heaven. And just like Hell, it was very different from what she had heard. It was indeed brighter and there were Angels, but it wasn't above her, or over the clouds. It was in a different…dimension, or something like that. A demon (even a demi-demon like her) would not be able to travel there unless she was being escorted by an Angel.
She had asked her father, out of curiosity, if souls in Heaven were truly happier than souls down here. All her father gave her was a long, loud laugh.
As she walked past the main hall, she encountered a group of demons who were there for their early business meetings. A couple of them winked at her, and she winked back.
Oh, they are definitely invited to my party. Bo thought. The more the merrier.
Through the main hall, to the left, elevator up (yes the castle had been renovated with quite a few modern touches), across a bridge, another elevator down, Bo finally arrived at her father's throne room.
Her father's dog, Dhuz, who guarded the office door, got up and stared at her with his pointy ears up and his nose scrunched. Bo let him take a whiff of her hand. He yawned and lay down.
Bo circled around him carefully, making sure that she wouldn't touch a single hair of his. She had seen his true form - an eight feet tall hellhound, with burning flames as his pelt and spiky bones along his spine. His fangs were sharper than her dagger, and his growl would make the souls in Hell shudder. She would never forget the scene when she had witnessed him chewing the perished souls. That was the moment she had sworn to herself that she would never ever piss him off.
She was about to knock on the door, when she heard someone's voice.
"Please…Your Majesty…have mercy…" the voice begged, shaking in fear.
"Mercy? That is such a rude word." Her father's voice came. She could just see his face right now, with a smile and a pair of bone chilling eyes.
Then, there came a short, bursting scream, before it reduced to complete silence.
"Who's out there?" Her father asked.
"It's me," Bo replied.
"Come inside, please."
Slowly, the door opened. One step forward, she was now standing in a medieval throne room. The chandelier above her held thirteen burning candles. The flames reeked sulfur.
Behind her was a crackling fireplace. In front of it sat another hellhound, Vug. He was too focused on licking a piece of darkened bone to bother to look at her - and she didn't dare to ask whom, or what, that bone had belonged to.
Under her boots was a large hide rug, with streaks of cream and brown. Maybe it was flayed off from someone, or something that had betrayed him. She thought.
At the other side of the rug, there was a large oak ornate desk. Many small faces were carved along the legs and the sides. She often wondered if they were trapped souls, for the expressions on their faces were too…real.
Behind the desk sat her father. The ceiling arched above him, creating a rounded top for the window behind him. Outside, there was the moon, hanging low.
"Take a seat," the man ordered, grinning. His short, wavy brown hair glistened underneath the moonlight. His Armani suit fit him so well that Bo thought they should fire all the models they had and use him instead. His smile was so perfect that it was almost creepy.
What a handsome son of bitch. Bo thought as she sat down in one of the matching oak chairs. She knew they were probably expensive antiques, but she still hated them. They didn't have any feature for her to snuggle to, or lean on, or sink in. She had to pull her body straight when sitting in them, and it was impossible for her to relax
Of course, she did not dare to complain, not out loud anyway. Her father might be warm and charming, but there was always something in those eyes that made the hair on her neck stand.
"So...you wanted to see me?" Bo started.
"Yes, my dear. I need your help. I have a mission for you, " the man replied as he pulled out a file folder and tossed it across the desk towards Bo.
"Ummm…I hope it's not one of those soul collecting missions again, " Bo said while giving him a nervous smile. "I know it's necessary and all, but I'm just…I'm just not good at it."
"Oh, I think we have come to that conclusion right after your first, and last soul collecting mission, dear. No more soul collecting for you, I promise."
"Good, what do you want me to do then?"
"I need you to find someone for me this time."
"Oh, I'm good at that. I used to be a private investigator, and I have experience finding people," Bo mumbled as she opened the folder - she was compelled to speak because the silence between her and her father would creeped her out.
Inside the folder, she found a collection of photos. They were all of the same woman, tall, attractive, blonde hair, blue eyes. In the photos, she was inside a blue pickup truck eating a burger, unaware of her photos being taken.
"This is whom you want me to find? "
"Oh, no, dear. She's not hard to find at all. I have a list here-" her father leaned in and pointed at a sheet of printout inside the folder, "-with places she's most likely to visit. She's probably going to be at a bar called Pale Beak tonight. Her name is Tamsin, by the way."
"So…if she's not the one, then…"
"She'll lead you to the person that I need to find," her father explained.
"Oh," Bo nodded. "So...she's like a middleman?"
"Well, she's more like a...service provider. She gets you things, for the right price."
"Okay, then I'll just impress her with a big fat check," Bo shrugged.
Her father laughed. "I'll leave the details to you. Just so you are aware, though, she's one of those who descend from the clouds."
Bo gaped at him. "A fallen Angel?"
The man nodded.
"Wow, I don't think I have met any Angels in person before. I mean, I saw some last time when I went to that meeting with you but…she's not gonna…smite me or anything, is she?"
"No, dear, a fallen Angel no longer possesses the power to smite a demon. I wouldn't send you if she could hurt you in any way. I would never put you in harm's way. You are my daughter, Bo, my only daughter."
"Yeah…umm…what should I tell her then? Who exactly are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for someone named Kyron. He's an artifact scavenger. He has something that interests me. She will lead you to him."
"Sounds simple enough. Can I ask what that something is?"
"It's a rubbing of an ancient manuscript. It could be a scroll or a piece of parchment paper, or even modern paper."
"Okay. How would I know if it's the right stuff?"
"Here-" her father pulled a printed photo out from the file folder, "-is a part of that manuscript. When you see Kyron, you give him this and tell him you want the rubbing that he has that would match this exactly."
"Okay, that sounds…easy," Bo nodded as she took a glance at the printed photo. It looked like some sort of ancient Egyptian writings she had seen on the Discovery channel. She remembered that it was called hieroglyphs, but she couldn't read it at all. I'll just match them visually one by one. She thought.
"Before you start," her father pressed a hand on her wrist, "I need to know that I can trust you, Bo."
"You can trust me, dad."
"This mission is…of a sensitive matter. You can't involve another demon in this mission."
"Secret mission, noted."
"Not even Bilith," her father emphasized.
"Alright, I won't tell him either."
Her father nodded. After a brief pause, he said, "I also have good news for you, Bo."
Bo's heart throbbed painfully. "Is that…have you…"
"I've located that soul you-"
"You have?" Bo stood up and interrupted him in haste. "Where is she? I need to see her. I want to see her. Please, let me see her."
"Now is not the time," her father replied. He held her anxious gaze patiently, until she sat back down in defeat. "It's not that I don't want you to see her. It's just that…you know what souls would typically go through in Hell. She's…in a rough shape."
"I don't care. I want to see her now!"
"Trust me, Bo, you don't want to see her right now. I've had her transferred to a place where the souls can rest. You'll need to give her some time."
Bo stood up and paced impatiently inside the throne room. She eventually closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Then, when can I see her?"
"When you bring me back what I need, I'll take you to her, I promise."
Bo sighed again and shook her head. "Okay."
The moment Bo walked into Pale Beak, she had picked Tamsin out of the crowd. The photos didn't do her justice. She thought as she eyed the blonde woman in a blue jacket. She noticed that she had a belt of throwing knives strapped across her chest, that she wore a silver ring right below her collar bone dimple, and that she had the most arrogant (and somewhat enticing) smirk.
The blonde was at a dart game with a group of barbarian warriors. She was winning, and it had provoked the young barbarian leader. He stood up and downed his drink. After slamming his empty glass at the table, he stood up and shot three darts. They all hit the bullseye, and a loud cheer exploded among the audience.
He grinned at Tamsin. "Beat that," he taunted.
Tamsin's smirk got bigger. She held his stare as she leaned in towards the date he had brought.
"May I borrow that pretty little cowl of yours?" She asked the girl flirtatiously.
Bewitched by her blue eyes, the girl giggled and handed her the cowl she was wearing. The blonde used the cowl to blindfold herself.
"Oh bullshit!" The barbarian leader shouted, and his fellow warriors clamored.
Then, the crowd suddenly went quiet, when Tamsin hurled three small throwing knives, each hitting (and cleaving) one dart that the barbarian leader had previously thrown.
She returned the cowl, whispering something into the girl's ear making her giggle more. Then, she knocked on the table and cleared her throat loudly.
The barbarians shook their heads, mumbling while tossing out some coins. They drank in defeat, while she collected her prize.
After having given the girl a wink, she came to the bar, and the bartender poured her a glass of vodka. She took a sip as she spun one silver coin on the bar counter playfully.
The coin eventually slipped out of her control and fell off. Bo picked it up and handed it back to her.
Tamsin took the coin. She let her eyes wander on Bo for a second or two. "You've been staring at me for half an hour now, sweetheart. What do you want from me?"
"I'm looking for someone named-"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Please, I don't talk about work during my happy hours, and certainly not in a bar."
"You call this your happy hours?" Bo raised her eyebrow at the blonde.
"Not anymore. Now I have an annoying little demon to deal with, don't I?"
"How do you-"
The blonde leaned in and scrunched her nose a little. "Hot, horny, smells like sulfur. A sex demon, amma right?"
Smells like sulfur? Bo frowned as she took a whiff of herself. I took a shower before I left! Damn those Hell candles…
The blonde laughed out loudly, and it was then that Bo realized that she was being played. She shot her a cold glare, and the other woman's laughter became louder.
After downing her drink, Tamsin pulled the piece of paper napkin from under her glass. She wrote down something on the napkin as she said, "Come to this address tomorrow, 2pm sharp. I won't wait. If I don't see you at 2, I don't see you ever. "
She handed the napkin to Bo, and gave her a big, fake smile. "Enjoy your night, sweetheart. I'm outta here."
"You know, speaking of happy hours, I have a fun party planned tonight, and you are invited," Bo teased. She was intrigued to see how an Angel would respond to her invitation.
The blonde pulled her lips into a cocky grin. She leaned in, until her lips were only half an inch away from Bo's ear. "I, too, have a fun party planned tonight, and…"
She leaned in further, pressing her lips on Bo's ear as she breathed, "...you are not invited."
A/N: More details about Hell, Heaven and Bo's past will be introduced in the next few chapters. I hope I can update this fic weekly, if not maybe biweekly.
Hope everyone is doing alright! Stay safe and healthy!
