The party was winding to a close, after moving to ten different places in the last five days, people were slowly drifting off to return to their lives. He was resting in one of his nearby hotels when a flunky vamp came knocking on the door.
"What do you want?" he asked angrily, only allowing a sliver of him to show through the cracked door.
"Master, sir. Chrono the Sinner is here to see you."
He checked the man's watch, then uttered, "Shit." Closing the door, getting dressed, and ordering his girls to also. Some didn't seem to want to wake to the day, but were agreeable enough with a slap to the face or rump.
Five minutes later, he emerged into the sunlight adjusting his collar. He was wearing the same thing he had for the past three nights, and was squinting intensely; after moving from reserved dance club to nighttime parking lot in consistent darkness for the past few days, the overbearing unwelcome sun seemed more formidable.
They returned to the site of the last party. There still were quite a few people in the club, trying to either keep going or were still passed out or stoned form the night before. Amongst a crowd near the bar, a man in a heavy black cloak that barely swept the ground and knee high velvet boots was spotted. He had deep violet hair with a long spine-like cord, which made him noticeable, trailing down his back to his knees. Under the cloak was a fine tailored dark charcoal suit, slightly dark-lordish, but then again, it suited him to a 'T'. He towered a head over the humans around him. The regulars amongst the demons, both flunkies and those of other species that knew him stayed well away once his presence was sensed. Unlike his brother, Aion, he made no move to try to even perceive to be sociable in the least.
The man turned as if sensing the younger demon approach, which was undoubtedly the situation. He gave the barest of smiles to the other as he joined him, ordering a bourbon shot to be put on the bill.
"How was your assignment?" the man asked, his voice deep and authoritive.
"Eh, it went well for he most part, you know, money flow is crazy these days." Ryuso said, leaning against the bar and putting on a relaxed atmosphere.
"And yet you still manage to get in trouble all the time."
"Hey, I didn't need to deal with the cops this go-round. Is that one incident going to affect my permanent record or something?" Ryuso asked, a little put out by the older's attitude.
Chrono gave his son a scolding look, obviously disapproving of the boy's nefarious, reckless nature. "You know your mother would disapprove."
"Well, she's quite a hypocrite nowadays. How is the bitch, anyway?"
"She's doing well, keeping her end of the business up."
"Ha, and which end is that now?"
"Finances; though she keeps me in check."
The men shared a brief moment of understanding, then Chrono tuned to him, business "Now, I want to see all that money in cash in less than one week, you hear? None of it goes to anyone this time, not even you. I'll give you your pay soon enough. But you really are trying to get yourself killed if you keep screwing around like this.
"Wow, you sure do keep tabs on my love life, thank you."
Chrono's hand was like lightning, his body completely still. Backhand across the younger's face leaving him reddened, with a bit of blood trailing from the mouth which he casually licked up.
"No smartass remarks to me. Now, money. I want half now."
Ryuso grimaced, thinking of just challenging the old demon here and now, but he was wiser than that and knew that the other would spare no grief in diminishing his own spawn, so he did the smart thing and sought out the treasurers for the little get-togethers. They were under a blood oath to Chrono and his spawn, and that made them trustworthy to keep the money. If they did anything unjust, they'd die on the spot.
Ryuso counted the bills into his creator's hand and wished him death upon returning to the bitch. Upon Chrono responded that he'd pass the compliment onto his mate and she was to deal with it accordingly, and that if he heard he lost any more money in Ryuso's indulgence of personal pleasures, than Chrono would bring upon the spawn great pain and possibly death, reminding his son that he would be happy to end it for the son of a bitch. Inside, Ryuso's stomach dropped just a little, but he gave no external sign of it.
The older demon's wings emerged from under the cloak, and he was off into the bright morning, making sure to take the east side of town so none would spot him and think any more of it than a mere bird.