Happy to Meet, Sorry to Part, Happy to Meet Again

[Seth]

Seth just wanted to be gone. He wanted to be far away from Kyra and out of her site. He felt foolish for feeling the way he did, it was something he hadn’t felt in his entire time on earth and certainly something he was devoid of when he served in the great pit and nine circles of hell. For gods sake he didn’t even know what it was he was feeling.

Even though he felt like he wanted to make himself disappear, and there were things he could do that with in the back room, there was some small part of him that wanted to go back to her to take her, hold her and to just be close to her, but he didn’t. Seth was far to proud for that, that was one of his key vices, even when he was an Angel he was proud and eventually like so many others of his kind it had been his and their downfall.

"Seth, wait!"

His quick footsteps stopped instantly as he heard Kyra speak his name. Seth just for a moment found himself once again looking into those deep green beautiful eyes of hers. He felt a wave of, of something he wasn’t exactly sure of what it was, but it washed over him as she embraced him and kissed him, and of course he returned it all with a great intensity of feeling pouring through him.

Seth held onto her, held her close by wrapping his arms around her and almost to the point of violently pressing his lips and kissing her with an insane passion that he had only felt once before in his entire existence “Kyra…” he stopped kissing her for just a moment but within seconds was back attacking her soft lips with kisses “we…I…we shouldn’t…” this was something entirely new to him and he knew that this was a forbidden thing, a taboo if you will, even for Angels…he didn’t even know if it would last.

Despite this objections there was no stopping him. His arms remained wrapped around her lithe body, pulling her in hard and so not even the dust in the air of his shop could pass between their bodies.

[Kyra]

Kyra loved feeling his body against hers. Despite being a demon, he felt warm and safe. Her hate for him melted away she was not sure what was there at the moment, but she liked it. The kiss was so hard it almost hurt her, Kyra loved it. It was raw, passionate, then it stopped when Seth said her name. It returned a few seconds later though with smaller kisses. By this point her lipstick had smeared between the two of them.

'we…I…we shouldn’t…'

Kyra planted a kiss on his lips and slowly pulled away to bite his bottom lip for a second. She gave him a look that told him to shut up because she did not care what he had to say. Despite the extreme proximity of their embrace, Kyra managed to reach for the bill she had given Seth. The piece of paper quickly caught on fire without a single word or spell from Kyra. It was a trick her ex had taught her, completely harmless but considered dark magic. The bill burned quickly then fell to the floor as harmless ashes.

"Dont give me excuses..." The witch purred. Kyra was not sure where that voice had come from within her, but she was not going to retract the statement any time soon.

[Seth]

"Don’t give me excuses..."

Seth couldn’t help it, for so long he had felt nothing but an empty void and then this flood of feeling crashed through an emotional block, it was overwhelming to say the least. Emotion had always been just an echo, not a real true feeling but just a faint whisper from centuries ago that Seth only knew by instinct how to react and act at certain times.

Reluctantly Seth had to stop kissing her. He broke contact and lightly rested his forehead against her’s so that their noses were lightly brushing against each other’s and so they could look into each others eyes, “what if it doesn’t last…” there was no doubt that this was something that worried him. For hundreds of years he had felt nothing for himself or anyone, and with the prospect that it could all be taken away, well it terrified him more than he thought possible.

His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself down, it didn’t do much good though, he still felt, well he still didn’t know what to call it, “I cant go back to that…I wont I just cant…it’ll be like in the beginning all over again…” at this point Seth was more or less rambling to himself and whatever ‘the beginning’ was, it really didn’t sound like he’d had a good time.

[Kyra]

Kyra frowned and watched him closely. She looked into his green eyes sadly while he spoke of whatever they had not lasting. The witch shared the same fears as him. Seth was not the only one who had some emotional damage. Though, Kyra could imagine, he had just as crazy of a story. Maybe even more so. Kyra did not want to think about any sort of future right now, she wanted to enjoy life, no worries. They could cross that road when they got to it. If they ever did. Kyra was not sure if she wanted to talk about her past with Seth, or hear about any of his ex-girlfriends. She was sure he had one or two by the way he was talking.

The young witch placed her hand on the demon's cheek to bring him out from his ramblings.

"Hey... Seth.." She said softly. "Relax.. okay?" She gave him a small reassuring smile. She slipped her other hand into his and squeezed it.

"I understand your worries.. Lets.. just.. have fun for now. We can just enjoy each other.. don't worry about what might or might not happen, okay?"

[Seth]

"Hey... Seth.." - "Relax.. okay?"

Seth became quiet as soon as she had said his name, but it was so hard to relax and to just switch off from what he was feeling. He thought back too all of those years ago before he had fallen and actually had emotions, how the hell did he control them back then when he had a soul? Well, really he didn’t control them did he? If he had there was probably a chance he wouldn’t even be in the predicament he was in right now.

"I understand your worries…Lets…just…have fun for now. We can just enjoy each other…don't worry about what might or might not happen, okay?"

The confused demon felt her hand slide into his and give his hand a reassuring squeeze, it felt nice, comforting and calmed him down more than he thought such a simple gesture could. Seth opened his eyes again and gazed deeply into Kyra’s eyes and slowly nodded his head, “Ok” he said slightly unsure of himself. This was all brand new territory for him and he wasn’t exactly sure on how to proceed, there was one thing though that was at the fore front of his mind...the truth.

Seth slipped his other hand inside hers and then gave her hands a little squeeze “follow me…” just for a few more seconds Seth pressed his lips against hers and then began to lead her into the back storage room “I have to…you have to know before anything else…before anything….we cant…I just have to tell you” he kept a firm grip on her right hand as he led her beyond a curtain into the back room.

It was filled with only god knows what and eighty percent of the stuff sitting on the shelving situated around the edges of the small room would have been giving off a great deal of bad vibes. Seth ignored it though because it wasn’t what he wanted to show her. In the center of one of the walls was an old style service lift for lifting boxes to and from the basement.

They would both step inside, Seth would hit the button to go down and the lift would hum slightly as the aging motors lowered them down to the basement which Seth had spent a great deal of money on to convert it into a sizable living quarters and a very small private museum.

As the lift touched down he opened up the grates and stepped on through into his open plan basement home, “you are the first person to ever come down here…up until now this was my sanctuary away from…well everybody” he looked back around at her for a moment and kept his gaze lowered, “please…sit down here” he patted a nice comfortable black leather sofa and then went over to one of his very sizable book shelves.

Seth knew exactly what book he was going to get but every time he went to make a grab for it he made it look as if he was still looking for this particular gold embossed leather bound book. He had read it many, many times and now it had come to a moment that he wanted to share it with someone. It wasn’t something he felt comfortable doing but before anything could happen between them he wanted Kyra to know exactly who and what he was and what she was really getting herself into, it was only right and fair for her to judge for herself.

Finally and still reluctantly Seth pulled the book out from the case and slowly turned around to look at Kyra. His heart was once again racing as he realized what he was about to do “now…you must understand that you are the first person I am telling this to, although the story has been told hundreds of thousands of times, maybe even millions of times across this world…this is very important Kyra” he turned the book around so she could see the book in all its wondrous mysterious glory.

It simply read

Traditio ~ Bellum ~ Cado

“the worlds are in Latin…in order from left to right they mean, the betrayal, the war and the fall…although their wasn’t much of a war to be honest with you…not a war like humans would know one” he held out the book to her and let go once she had firmly taken it within her grasp. Seth turned away from her and started slowly walk backwards and forwards in front of her “that book you now hold is in my opinion the most accurate account of…” he stopped speaking for just a moment and was fidgeting with his fingers while getting up the courage to tell her.

Seth took a deep breath and looked down at Kyra and again began to speak “It is in my opinion the most accurate account of the battle in heaven…” he paused for a moment just to let that sink in for her, it would not surprise him if she just got up and left after that thinking that he was some kind of demonic nut job “I’m sure you have heard about it before, Lucifer wanting to rise above his station and then being cast out…well…I was there and I was not one of the good guys…in this case I was one of ‘His’ angels that were thrown down to earth alongside him” and by his and him Seth did not mean god.

Once again he just let what he had said hang there for a moment, not exactly sure what Kyra must have been thinking at this point “I understand if you have questions…or even if you want to leave its fine…I wont stop you…but you had to know, it was only fair to you” there was so much more he could tell her, the who’s and the why’s he did what he did, but right now she just needed to know one thing “Kyra…I am a fallen angel…” the words tasted like poison in his mouth, just uttering what he was made him sick to his stomach.

[Kyra]

Kyra smiled when he started to calm down again. She was starting to feel relieved until the demon seemed to have formed some sort of resolve about something. Kyra was not sure where they were going. She kissed him back then nodded just before they set off to go to the back of the shop.

“Tell me what?” she did not press him any farther when he did not answer. Kyra knew they were heading towards the thing he had to tell her. She looked curiously around the room at the many dark objects Seth had in his inventory. That did not really shock her. She had the same lucrative business at the back of her shop too, though his stuff looked a lot darker than hers. She possessed some of the light counterparts. The witch kept following Seth through the back room and into a lift. She stood silently in the lift and held on to Seth’s hand.

‘This was my sanctuary away from… well everybody’ She had a feeling he was going to reveal something even more private than his apartment. She was not afraid, well not yet anyways. She followed Seth’s directions and sat down in the comfortable leather sofa. The witch took in the décor, and most importantly, she noted the amazing collection of books that Seth possessed. Some of them looked ancient, others looked a little more modern. They all looked so rare. She would have loved to get in to Seth’s collection some time. She knew Seth was probably an old demon, maybe she could even ask him questions about the old world and what he had seen. Seth’s basement apartment was starting to look like a treasury. Her eyes fell back on Seth. He had just picked up an ancient book. He brought it to Kyra. Her heart began to beat a little faster. Something was in that book that Seth had never shown anyone else. Maybe Kyra was one of the first humans in hundreds of years to even gaze upon it.

She slowly reached out for the book. There was a very heavy magical and spiritual presence to the book. She could feel it as soon as her fingers made contact with the leather cover. She fingered the gold and stared down at the title carefully. He was right, she had heard the story before. Kyra had been raised in a Catholic home. Maybe Kyra would have called him crazy, but she had already felt the heavy spiritual weight of the book. There was definitely something in there. Her human desire for knowledge drove her to want to open the book and absorb what it had to offer her, but she kept her eyes locked with Seth’s. She listened carefully to his words until the very end.

To be honest, she really was not sure how she felt. She felt a very weird calm. Like somehow, she knew all of this already. Kyra cradled the book protectively in her arms. Then he confessed to her his identity.

“… A... Fallen angel..?” When she finally spoke, her voice was no more than a whisper. It was unbelievable. Maybe a very powerful demon, but not one of ‘His’ followers. Seth had seen heaven. He had been there. What an amazing thought! Then… he had also been to Hell. Cast out with Lucifer. Kyra stared up at him in amazement.

“… Wow…” Her mind was racing with so many questions. Then she looked down at the book again and stroked its spine softy. “So... this book… Your role is in here as well?” She gently placed the spine of the book on her lap and let the book open where it wanted to. Her eyes slowly scanned over some of the words on the page. From the very small paragraph that she read, she had to force herself to stop. It was intense to say the least.

A good Catholic would have run away and called a Priest, or done something crazy like that to get rid of the ‘evil’ they might have felt. Kyra saw how vulnerable Seth was right now. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe Kyra should have run, but she held in her hand something rare, and there was a man in front of her that could explain its contents to her. So he was a fallen angel, she knew Seth was one of the 'bad' guys before. She just had not known that Seth had been bad enough to anger the Almighty. Was there something wrong with her because she had not run away yet?

“Seth… come sit with me while I read it.“ Kyra’s left hand was still holding on to the book, and she patted the sofa with her right hand. She wanted someone to be with her when she actually started exploring the pages of the old book. That, and Seth’s pacing was going to distract her.

[Seth]

“… A... Fallen angel..?”

Seth just looked down at the floor for a moment and nodded his head, “that’s right” he said and pulled his gaze up to meet hers as she just sat there looking over the book on her lap.

“… Wow…” - “So... this book… Your role is in here as well?”

He very slowly started to once again pace backwards and forwards as he thought about what to say, hell maybe it was best if he just stayed shut up and let her read the book, it would probably do a better job explaining than he ever could. Seth knew that he would probably just start bumbling through the words and forget something important.

“Seth… come sit with me while I read it.“

Seth did so, how ever he did sit down reluctantly. He knew the curiosity of humans and knew how once they started something they had to finish it. Well that didn’t go for all Humans but it certainly went for Kyra. She was hooked already and once she started to read those words in that book she would not finish until she had closed the back cover.

As Kyra started to read through the pages she would find a great deal about what had happened and the reasons why things happened in the way they did. There were in fact several reasons, one being a mass refusal to bow down to mankind on the occasion of the creation of man, the second being, a gradual distancing from God through use of free will, something that didn’t sit well with the almighty, the third reason being, the declaration by god that made all Angels subject to his son, that did not sit well with the proud Lucifer or his host of Angels.

There was one more reason that saw Lucifer and his host of Angels cast out, and that was their pride and quest for power. They wanted more, and they wanted to push there authority and station in heaven even higher than that of god. There are some that also argue that Lucifer was beautiful and that he loved himself more than he loved god, and that he was a god above god and so was cast out for that alone, Seth however does not believe this to be the case at all, he was there, he knows what his own reasons were. As the pages go on some parts of the book also say that Lucifer deceived his own angels into fighting with him, but again Seth outright refuses to believe this, the reason he chose to stay and fight with Lucifer was because he was apart his host of angels, and Seth couldn’t betray him even if Lucifer was betraying god.

As Kyra read on the book went onto tell about the fall and their expulsion from paradise. It of how some reveled in the pit and how some nearly lost their minds without the divine presence. Seth did not comment on this part but he was one of the angels that had nearly been driven insane without it. It then went onto say that some angels transformed to truly reveal what they had become inside. Some however had simply lost their beautiful wings, a painful experience as they either decayed and left horrific scars across their backs or they grew huge demonic versions of what they once had…either way was not preferable.

As the time wore on, and the morning light was now once again creeping over the horizon Seth hadn’t realized but Kyra was actually fast asleep, leaning against him, breathing softly with the book still open across their laps. She had her legs pulled up and underneath her in such a way that made her look just so adorable. He attempted to wake her up by calling her name a few times but it truly seemed like she was out for the count.

He placed a bookmark in between the pages of the book she was reading, no doubt she would want continue with it tomorrow some time. In a way he was glad she had fallen asleep, there was a lot more in there about him and not all of it was good...not that any of it had been good so far. When Kyra would wake, the sun would be high in the sky and she would be alone on a very nice comfortable bed that smelt of Seth.

[Kyra]

Kyra had read a lot. Everything that had happened in the past, the words in the text read like a dramatic story to her. She had to remind herself that the Seth character in the book was the same one she was currently leaning against. It was so unbelievable. The scenes that she read played over in her mind as her eyes scanned over the words on the page. Kyra still had not managed to produce any sort of judgment on what to do with Seth. She'd seen the good in him and she had certainly experienced the bad. It would have been very reasonable of her to walk away from Seth before anything happened. Her strength and weakness was that she was so forgiving. Kyra wanted to talk with Seth after she was done reading the book. Her brother would have been furious with her and would have kindly reminded her how her last relationship had ended.

Eventually Kyra's eyes had gotten extremely heavy. She soon found herself rereading the same passages, then she closed her eyes to blink and she was out for the count. Kyra never heard Seth or felt him move her. The witch was a very sound sleeper.

She dreamed of what she had read in the book. The demons surrounded her as she fell into Hell sometime after Seth had. Before she had fallen into Hell Kyra's brother, the priest, had told her to give up her magic or else she would go to hell. Ozymandias was in Kyra's dream. He wanted to kill her. In the real world, Kyra tossed and turned. The problems with Witches having bad dreams was that their powers could get out of control while they slept. Most times, Kyra had to go though a calming series of breathing exercises and clear her mind before she went to bed. Luckily Kyra had not destroyed Seth's flat while she slept.

Eventually she calmed down and drifted off into a much happier dream. By mid afternoon, the young witch was sleeping in the middle of Seth's bed with one of his pillow nestled in her arms.

The witch's eyelids began to flutter as she started to wake up. "mmnh?" The witch cuddled Seth's pillow a while longer and breathed in his scent. The witch inhaled sharply and her eyes shot open. She was not in her own bed. This place was not her room. She sat up quickly and looked around frantically for clues about where she was. The memories of the night before came flooding back to her. Kyra began to relax again. This was probably Seth's room. Where was Seth? Her eyes scanned the room quickly for the demon. He was not there.

The witch slowly made her way out of the damn comfortable bed and straightened herself out. She needed a mirror. Kyra's ponytail had fallen out while she slept, she wanted to check her appearance in a mirror to make sure her dyed red hair had not gotten too unruly, and that her makeup had not smeared everywhere. The witch smiled to herself. Seth could not see her like that, not yet anyways.

The witch made her way out of Seth's 'bedroom'. The entire basement flat was open concept with a few concrete support pillars acting as visual dividers between certain sections of the living space. Kyra was looking for Seth's bathroom, she did not see it in the open floor plan. The woman's green eyes scanned the layout of the entire apartment. It was nice, old and somewhat musty, but it had character. The leather furniture fit right in with the decor. She had not managed to get a good look at the layout the night before.

The witch wandered around a little more until she found what she needed. The damn bathroom. She rummaged through a small linen closet, if someone could really call it that, and pulled out a towel. The bathroom was very basic, tiled walls into the shower, a toilet off to the side, and the mirror hanging over a plain pedestal sink. The witch turned on the light in the bathroom and shut the door partially behind her. She began to strip down until she stood naked in front of the mirror. She had started the shower to get it warmed up. All of her clothes had been folded neatly and hanging on the towel rack next to the towel she had selected. Kyra liked the decor and mechanics in her bathroom a lot better, but she could not blame a bachelor for not caring about the finer details of a bathroom.

Kyra examined herself carefully in the mirror. Her hair was a little messier than usual, but it was not horrible. Her eyes had dark circles under them from where her eye makeup smudged in her sleep. Again, it did not look terrible, but she wanted it off. She never usually wore makeup anyways.

The witch opened the shower door and reached in the stall to test the water, it was hot, but not scalding. She stepped inside and shut the shower door behind her. The witch stood blissfully under the water for several minutes to wake herself up before actually doing what she needed to do.

[Seth]

As the sun started to rise over Mortalitas the fallen angel had ventured back up into his shop. He still hadn’t locked up from the night before and he was fairly surprised to see that his dusty little shop had not been ransacked by the testy mobs of people ransacking the streets. People were far to angry these days.

Seth grabbed his leather jacket off of his stool that sat behind his cash register and quickly headed out and made sure to lock the door behind him. He really didn’t want some creepy nasty demon making his way into his home and finding a witch asleep in his bed.

Seth was gone for quite some time, he had gone out to get something Kyra could eat and drink as his fridge, fridge freezer and cupboards were all pretty much empty of anything consumable. It was all for show, so things didn’t look of the ordinary to anyone that would to go down into his basement for any reason.

A couple of hours later Seth returned with several cardboard cups of coffee and a bag full of piping hot food from one of the local coffee shops in the old district. However, that wasn’t before the lady serving him had thrown a scolding hot cup of tea at him for inquiring about the food. Seth had no idea that asking about the food was such a taboo, something clearly wasn’t right.

Seth reopened up his shop, stepped inside and locked it again, today ’Seth’s Apothecarium’ was going to remain closed because he had a feeling there was going to be lots of questions coming from Kyra about the things that had been revealed to her. Seth still couldn’t believe he had told her and only time would tell if it was a good or one hell of a bad idea.

Stepping inside the service elevator Seth hit the button for the basement. The hum of the elevator engine would have been a dead give away that someone was coming down to the lower level of the building, even to Kyra who had hot water splashing down over her naked.

Seth didn’t have to look far to find Kyra. The openness of the basement gave her very few places to hide, so if she wasn’t in the bed still asleep and she wasn’t in the living room reading again that could only leave the bathroom that he could not physically see into. As he drew closer to the bathroom door Seth could hear the running of water and called out “Kyra…” he waited for a moment and simply stood their with sultry images of what was on the other side of the wooden door in front of him.

Seth gulped and took a deep breath “I have breakfast for you…” he called out and looked down at the coffee and bag of food in his hands. Slowly, and reluctantly Seth started to head over to the kitchen area of his home, sat down and waited for Kyra to come out of the shower. He lay the coffee and bags of baked good out for her and then went to change his tea soaked shirt for something slightly cleaner.

[Kyra]

Kyra had borrowed some of Seth's shampoo and was washing her hair when she heard the elevator coming back down. That was her cue to start thinking about getting out of the shower. All of her makeup was off and for the most part, she'd look presentable when her clothes were finally on. The witch began rinsing off when she heard Seth near the door. She smiled at how considerate and kind Seth was being. Not only had he bought her breakfast, he had also stayed on the other side of the door. He was a demon, he could have barged in and she would have had no power to repel him, but he did not. Seth had the potential to do good. As much as he probably tried to hide it, and did horrible unspeakable things, (minus their first encounter) he had been kind to Kyra. Or... so far he was. "Okay, I'll be out in a second." She called out to the demon.

The witch turned off the shower and reached for her towel. She dried off and wrapped the towel around her head while she got dressed. She did not put her corset on this time, and she left her shirt open and not tucked in. She had a white tank top underneath and this time her bra was unnoticeable underneath it. Her skirt was pretty basic and still showed off her bare legs. She really wished she had shorts or pants on. Kyra had never been in a skirt for longer than 8 hours before. Kyra took the towel off her head and let her damp hair fall where it did. She could not do too much about that. The witch shut off the lights and exited Seth's bathroom.

Kyra crossed the basement flat with bare feet and smiled when she smelled her hot breakfast waiting for her, she had not noticed her hunger until then. It made her wonder what Seth needed to eat to survive. Nothing would truly surprise her at that point. She went to examine the bag of food and coffee, it all smelled extremely appetizing.

"Thanks for breakfast." Kyra's green eyes peered out past wet dark locks that fell on and around her face as she turned to face Seth. She did not look afraid or nervous of him. She simply smiled. "And.. thanks for letting me use your bed last night. I would have settled for the couch, but.. It was nice to wake up in a bed."

[Seth]

"Thanks for breakfast."

Seth found himself smiling to himself as he heard her bare feet patter across the floor to discover the bag full of breakfast on the kitchen table “you’re welcome…” his voice came from the other side of the open planned basement from the bedroom area. He had to change his shirt and as he came back into the kitchen and dining area he was just finishing doing up the top buttons.

"And.. thanks for letting me use your bed last night. I would have settled for the couch, but.. It was nice to wake up in a bed."

“its no problem” he wasn’t sure what to do or say now. After such a heavy night of reading and talking to her about his past where did you go from there? Did you act normal and pretend it didn’t happen like so many humans did? “so…oh…I wasn’t sure what you liked….” he took a step closer to the table and motioned to the bag’s of food with his hand “the bakery had a lot of pastries and other things…I just got a bunch for you since I didn’t know what you liked” apparently pretending It didn’t happen was more natural than dealing with what had come to light face on.

Sorry its short

[Kyra]

The witch nodded and carefully opened the bag. Seth was not kidding when he got a bunch of different breakfast items from the bakery. There was a variety of muffins, a croissant, a bagel, and several tea biscuits all packed neatly into the brown paper bag carrying the insignia of the bakery. Kyra recognized the bakery, it was right near her apartment. If Seth had mentioned Kyra's name, they probably would have given Seth a lemon cranberry muffin and an espresso. Kyra was not picky though, she would eat pretty much anything, Kyra's mother made sure all of her children ate what was put in front of them at the dinner table.

"This is all great, thank you. I'm pretty easy to feed." Though, even if she was a picky eater, she would have eaten whatever out of politeness.

The witch sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of her coffee and fished out the lemon cranberry muffin that had made its way into the brown bag. She daintily peeled the paper wrapper off the base of the muffin. She looked up at Seth and smiled sweetly.

"What exactly to you eat anyways?" She had already guessed he did not eat regular food. If he had survived on regular food, he would not have needed to buy Kyra anything. She had not forgotten about last night, but she was not going to hound him with questions right away.

[Seth]

"What exactly to you eat anyways?"

Seth just stared at her for a moment not exactly sure if telling her what he ate was a good idea, telling somebody you fed on peoples souls was hardly something someone heard every day and so he feared a very bad reaction “nothing” he said quickly “I don’t need to eat anything” which technically wasn’t a lie, feeding on someone’s soul was kind of like a drug which the addiction to was extremely hard to fight…it was a very nasty habit he picked up in hell.

Very quickly Seth decided what he ate was not a subject up for discussion and so he turned it back to her, “Is everything ok? As I said I wasn’t exactly sure what to get you so…” he trailed off for a moment and quickly brought the conversation back around to what had happened the night before “look…what I told you last night you cant tell anyone about, not a family member a best friend, anyone, there are people out there that wouldn’t want what I am around and they would do their best to kill me, or send me back to hell which would not be good for me now, by breaking out I probably pissed off more than a few big shots on both fronts, above and bellow”

Having what he was exposed to a third party that would wish him harm was never really a big problem for Seth. He had only ever dealt with demons and they wouldn’t have wanted to deal with a slayer or anyone like that due to risk of being killed themselves. But now Seth had gotten himself involved with a human, and although Kyra was nice and friendly all humans were to an extent, well that was until you pissed them off and they became blinded by anger and rage.