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The room was a fiesta of purple streams rippling from the double wooded door opening off of the hallway of the grand entryway of my house and the huge organ like sliding gland door that took up the right hand side of the wall, to the front of the room where Maga and I had decided to what he proclaimed the Celebratory Tale. Cursed the name, but I sort of like it. Never would tell him that though, because it set me up as soon special and in that moment all I felt was sentimental. More than I should. I mean, it was yet another special moment in my life, one I hadn’t known would take place, that mom would miss. Question is, would she have been here in the first place? Would she have came to the Underworld to watch this moment in my life, or would she have disowned me the moment that mirror announced me as the prophesied one. Made a man think, and sort of didn’t want to think about it then. I’d grown to like the Underworld over the last month and half. I’d gone out, even met a few other people with the help of Les. Dad had insisted that a few guards follow me around, especially once he started leaking who I was supposed to be. He feared someone might try to take me out. Okay, that freaked me out more than a bit, but I didn’t let it keep me down. I knew that if I wanted a good showing at this event, and I did not want to embarrass myself, or Maga, that I had to let other men see me. Say hello to me even. Can’t decide if you want to get to know someone if you’ve never even seen them. So, I pulled up my big boy pants and began going out among the Underworld. Started with small places, like the grocery store with Les. Then branched out to the libary, yes the Underworld has ones. Shocked me as well, but they had some unique and antique books that one could check out. I found a few I had not read and borrowed them. I went to a few coffee houses and even a movie once or twice. Sounds like small outings, but turned out there were no such thing in the Underworld. Everywhere you went, no matter what time, was hopping with demons. I’d yet to meet a rude one though. If someone bumped into me, they always said excuse me or sorry, which didn’t happen among the Inccubus and humans. That was a toss up that most of the time landed on ain’t going to happen.

“You like the final results?” Maga laid a hand on my shoulder.

“Turned out better than expected.” I soaked in the ease that the gold table toppers poured through me. The color had always soothed me.

“What is that?”

 Les pointed at the one concession that Maga had made for me. He’d been a bit uneasy about my request and giving into it, but I thought it was kind of corky and funny. Would make someone laugh. He thought it would a bit tacky and offensive. Wasn’t quite sure how Les was taking it. He wore his, I’m undecided until I know the entire story, face.

“That was all my son’s doing.” Maga sighed, shaking his head. “I fear the results of it, though.”

Results? Could it get us in trouble? I thought the huge set of paper built, red tipped fangs would be funny. After all, it represented who I was?

“Oh, he will love it.” Les smiled over at me. “You are indeed meant for him. That will win him over in a blink of an eye.”

“Might Prince Moloch, but his Highness.”

Ah, that was the issue. Oh well, it was my party and I’d been told to make it mine. That’s what I did. Some old, fart of a demon king could go and fart his dislike of my humor somewhere else.

“Sir, Maga and Guest of Honor Young Nacal.” Char, our butler, came in and bowed at the waist. “The first guest arrived at the gate.”

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Wasn’t sure how to answer my own question. Studied over it for a few days, after Maga came home and told me he indeed got chewed out. He grinned the entire time. Wasn't suer how he could be happy about getting into major trouble at workout he was. I sat there and stared at him like a looney. Guess I was. Wasn’t someone who liked being ridden the riot acted by my boss. Was never a fun time for me.

“Naval, I promise, I’m in no trouble.” He squeezed my shoulder, causing my fangs to drop.

Another thing I was tired of. Seemed of like every tiny movement of touch had the darn things making an appearance. How was I supposed to have a ball with them popping out all the darn time. Least, I’ve gotten use to drinking the blood in a crystal cup. Still wished to throw the things away, but if I had to experience such, least I got to get use to it before the ball.

“They will stop that soon.” Maga sat a bag of Chinese down on the table. “Les will kill me, but I was in the mood for some junk cooking. Not grand cooking.”

“I heard that.” 

Les said as he carried in a plate of broiled chicken with brown rice in mushroom sauce and steamed broccoli. Chinese sounded better to me too, but wouldn’t say that to Les. He worked hard to take care of us and I appreciated it, even if I disposed some of his food choices.

“Wanted you to, old friend. You did your job great today.”

“Was Tony. Have to give him a major gift.”

“Think about it.”

“What’s that shit, Sir?”

“Just what I mean.”

“We will.” I chimed in.

“Thank you, little Sir. You are the sweetest of the two of you.”

“Son, you can’t b e showing all kinds of niceness to each of them. They will expect it all the time.”

“That’s not a bad thing” I smiled over at Maga. “I’m a good guy. Mom raised me to be.” Regretted my word choice soon as the shadow casted across his eyes. Knew he got a pain every time she was mentioned. I did too, but I’d let my anger at her fade to the back. Guess she had her reason for what she did. Not like I could ask her, even if I wanted to understand them.

“Well . . . That will be something you and the Prince will work out, I’m sure about it.”

“So, he’s coming?” Les sat the plate of food in front of us and picked up the Chinese's bag. “This can be a snack. Maybe.”

“Put my supper down, you meanie.”

“I just did.” Les pointed at the chicken. “Answers please”

“If you give my bag of food back.”

“Fine. Fine.” Les dangled the food in front of me and I reached up and snatched the bag from his hands. “Hey, that’s not fair.”

“Don’t take a man’s egg rolls.” I opened the bag and pulled one out. “Ever.”

“Yes, he’s coming, just like we planned.”

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We’d gotten all the decorations and the nitty gritty of the ball planned out and setup in one day. Goodness did my brain hurt. Never again, but I could see why Maga wanted it done and over with. It was a lot to do and he needed to go back to work in order to spread the word. His plan wasn’t going to work if he didn’t let his Highness and the Prince hear the rumor mill that I had arrived to the Underworld and why.

I’d been curled up with the huge book reading with the magnifying glass one day when in ran Les all but tossing his hands around in the air and huffing and puffing as he dropped his bag of groceries.

“We’ve done it. We’ve done it. We’ve done it.”

I lifted an eyebrow and sat forward.

“We’ve reached the Prince.”

“We have?” How? I’ve not been anywhere. Maga has only been to work.

“I was discussing your upcoming Ball with Jasmine and Tony when he walked into the store. Damn that man has an ass to die for.” He winced and frowned down at me. “Sorry, but it's the truth, Sir.” I waved his apology aside. The guy wasn’t mine yet and I hadn’t even met him. Had no right to act territorial over him. “Tony had heard the story before and saw who walked in so he began talking about your Journey Announcement Day. He paused and came right up to us, asked us who we were talking about, then nodded and walked back out the door and right up to his limo. I saw your dad sitting inside with his Highness. Sure he got an earful once the Prince got back inside.”

“For what?”

“Not tell them right upfront, of course.”

“Why would he have done that?”

“He knew the rumor. He should have, but then again . . .”

“Thought the Prince had to come to me on his own.”

“That is the catcher, isn’t it.” Les picked his bag. “That’s why your dad had to drop the rumors. By Prince Ez Moloch finding out like this, no one in your family led him to you.”

Good point, but what did I do next. Our plan had worked. The Prince knew about my Journey Announcement Day proclamation and would be gearing up to come to my ball in another week. I still had lot to learn about the Underworld and how it operated and who I was. How was I going to do all that in one week? Did I even want to be the one that he chose?

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“This entire section explains what all we need to do.”

“Explains what we need to do?” He did not know.

“Yes, I’ve never done this before.”

“Surely you read this before.”

“About, one hundred twenty years ago.”

Right. “We don’t die easily.”

“Fire only.” Maga turned the page and leaned down, staring at the page. “Our eyes do go, apparently, or this writing is extremely small for some reason.” He slid it closer to me. “Can you see it?”

I glanced down at the sheet and he was correct. It was in the smallest print I’d seen. “The rest of the book like this?” I flipped back a page or two, but it was normal print. “Why is it different?”

“Don’t know, but I’ve got a magnifier.”

“Here it is, Sir.” Les slid a tabletop, lighted magnifier glass.

“Why do you have that if your eyes don’t go?”

“Do a lot of model cars with small pieces that needs to go in small places.”

“Nice hobby.” 

I wasn’t about to tell him I used to do them as a child. Mom used to hate me doing them, wonder if it was because she knew he did them. Was it because they reminded her of him? Or did she fear it was part of him coming out in me?

“Okay, there are four parts to it.”

“Let me see.”

He slid the magnifying glass over along with the book. I quickly scanned and debated over each one. Wasn’t that complicated until we got to Part 2. Who was I kidding. Complicated as could be. Easy to choose what style, I’d be choosing a man, so my decoration colors would be purple.

“Will this be a formal or informal and what is the difference?” Did the book tell me?

Maga flipped the pages and tapped the top of the page closest to me.

Informal - comes dressed as you please to impress the one presenting himself.

Formal - black and white tie style clothing

“Please say we can have Informal.”

Maga smiled over at me. “You can have whatever you want.” He gave Les a thumbs up. “Told you he was a match for him.”

“What’s that mean? And match for who?”

Les patted my hand. “Prince Moloch, of course.”

“Match for him in what way?” Unsure what I did, but it drew a huge bending over laugh from Les. “What is wrong?”

“You looked like your dad with that look.”

“Okay, two questions in the air now. How do I match with Prince Moloch and what did I look like?”

“Prince Moloch is not a fancy style person. He hates fancy clothing. Curses when his Highness forces him to attend a Formal Affair. And I’m unsure what look Les is referring to.”

“Those baby blues of yours and his held pure steel and those lips were parted by the smallest amount of fangs and you never seem to know you are showing them. I’m sure it would scare most, but I’ve grown accustom to the look ove the years of service to you, Sir.”

“Course he has.” Mama shook his head. “Ignore him. He’s became to fluid around me. Will have to find a way to put him back in his place.”

Knew Maga never would do such. The two were friends and could tell it by the way they bantered. The others servants didn’t seem to interact with him .Dind’t even come near him, or me. Les wasn’t afraid to approach neither of us.

“Okay, that means we have to decide who will come?”

“Why you looking at me. I don’t know anyone here.”

“I think it is best to do this by word of mouth, that way I can drop the fact that my son has arrived. Highness Moloch knows the rumors about my son. Soon as he knows you are holding your ball he will ensure his sons know as well.”

“Then that means whoever shows up will show up, right?”

“Correct.” Les sat a tall glass of . . . “Is that prune juice?”

“No.”

“It’s blood son.”

“I don’t want that.”

“You need it.” Maga took his own glass from Les and tossed it back. “Take it like a shot. Sure you’ve had one or two of them in your life by now.”

He was right about that, but that was blood. Blood, wasn’t a shot of whisky. Didn’t taste like it either.

“Give it a shot, son.”

I wrapped my fingers around the glass, cursing the mere thought that I was considering picking up the glass. And I was until my fangs cut my lower lip. Shit. I could smell the sweet, sweet metallic scent of what my stomach lurched for. Maga was correct, I needed what lurked inside that clear glass.

“Can you put it in a colored glass?”

“Need to get used to it being a clear one.”

“Why?”

“Everywhere you go here will have clear colored glasses.”

“Why?”

“Thing in the Underworld.”

“It sucks.” I picked up the glass and tossed it back, sighing as the warmth of the blood hit my stomach.

“We have to come back to the decorations.”

“Purple. I’m choosing a man.”

“Yes, but how do you wish the grand room to look? Do you wish to get a designer to set it up along side you or me and you come up with how to organize the style of drapes or cloth you wish to hang?”

Oh?

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Took me a bit of time to find my way to the small kitchen area only to find out that Maga ate in the huge dinning room. I groaned and told Les, that I would eat at the small island in there. His exact response was, “Mr. Angire will not be pleased, but he has told us this is your house so I will serve you where you choose to eat, Sir.”

Wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I plopped my ass on one of the gold plated bar stools and ate quietly. I was halfway through my plate of broiled flounder when Maga came in. He scowled over at Les and I held my hand up. He didn’t say anything, but sat down beside me.

“Take it, it was your choice to eat here and not with me.” The small frown in his baby blue eyes struck a cord and had me quickly explaining.

“It wasn’t because of you, I promise. It was the huge ass room.”

His nose crinkled and eyes scrunched up. I snorted water out my nose, rushing to cover my face with my napkin. Him chuckling at me shocked me and the entire room apparently, because you could hear a pin drop in there for a second or two.

“Sorry.” I said as I wiped my nose. “That room is too huge for two people to eat at when there is a small, more suitable and communicable place avaliable for us to eat.”

“Communicable?”

“Yes, it is much easier for us to talk here than to sit in there and have to yell to be heard because of the distance. And I’m sure our voices would reverberate around the room.”

He sucked the corner of his lips between his teeth, letting one of his fangs show for a moment before it disappeared and nodding. “Did not think of it like that. I just . . . Have always ate away from everyone when I was home.”

“When you were home?”

“I am rarely here. Most of my time is spent at work.”

Had he told me what he does for a living? I felt like he had, but I could not pinpoint it in my mind. So much had taken place over the last few hours and it all slammed through me like a volcano erupting and so much more would be coming my way.

“I spend most of my time among Prince Moloch’s home.” He sighed. “I hated that I have to rush getting your Underworld Presentation Ball ready.”

Any other time it might have bothered me to feel rushed, but for some reason I wanted to get everything related to my new life sorted and going in the direction I would be living. I needed some sense of semblance of a steady life where I could learn about who I was and what my purpose in this new life would be.

“Okay, explain to me what all takes place at one of these balls.”

A trapper keeper the size of biology textbook was laid in front of Maga. He flipped open the monstrous book and moved it between us.

I glanced at my half eaten plate of food and pushed it away, hating how my stomach had began churning at the mere idea that I had to decide so many things for one event. Didn’t even think one of my events had taken that much planning and I’d seen her do some massive organizing for donations for the Incubbus Headquarters.

“This is the book I was talking to you about earlier.” Maga flipped the pages, about twenty or thirty at a time until he was two-thirds the way through it. “Here it it.” He turned it a bit more so that I could see the page.

Underworld Presentation Ball

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“One-hundred and twenty-five years old!”

“You can read lips?”

Why is that what he asked when he just dropped such a huge ass bombshell on me. A hundred and one year age difference between the demon I was prophecied to spend the rest of my life with.

“How much of a life does he have left?” I flopped back onto the bed, laying flat staring up at the ceiling. Course I’d be fated to someone who was about to kick the bucket. “What does it meant —“ A rough, deep laugh had me moving my head to the side. “What is so funny?”

“Nacal, son, you are eternal.”

“Huh?”

“Immortal.”

“Immortal?” I’m unsure if I sat up and got up or if I leapt off the bed, but somehow I ended up on the other side of the room, staring back at Maga. “You are for real?” How could he be? I was an Inccubbs.

“You are a demon. All demons are Immortal.”

“Inccubus aren’t.”

“They aren’t classified as a demon.”

“Then what are they . . .”

“More human than anything else. It’s why they live among a world of their own.”

Never knew that. Had asked a teacher once, but got told to ask someone who would know the answer and it wasn’t here. Ask mom and she said, it was just the way it was. Quit asking after that, if she didn’t know no one would have known. Guess that was a better answer than any other I’d been given.

“No one ever told you that?”

I shook my head.

“Well, don’t understand why they’d keep it from you, but because you carry my blood, demon blood, you are immortal.”

Another fact mom had failed to enlighten me of. Had she known that part? “Would mom have known that?”

“Yes. I told her from the get-go that I would have to suffer through her death once she chose me as her fated mate. Some times I told myself it was her kindness of not wishing me to watch her die that made her choose to go back to her Inccubus husband.”

Guess that would be soothing and easier to digest than to just know your fated mate preferred someone other than you. What if that happened to me? What if Prince Ez decide I was not fitting enough for him to even pursue?

“Can Prince Ez decide not to pursue me?”

“Yes, but I know him. He will not choose that route. He will come for you soon as he catches hint of you.” Maga stood. “Now, rest for a bit. I’ll come get you for supper. We will eat and then begin planning your Underworld Presentation Ball.

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Maga’s neck stretched to the right as his hand rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes darted away from mine. Doubted I’d get an answer from him. Appeared like either he wouldn’t tell me, or couldn’t for some reason. Should matter to me, I guess, but didn’t really. Who was I kidding? I did. Majorly.

Everything in my life had been ripped out from under me. My home. My family. The freaking world I lived in. Right down to my own body. I know had fangs and had to live off of blood because of some prophecy. And apparently mom had known the chances of all this coming my way was strong. Strong enough that she left a note in her will incase something happened to her. And it had. But she’d failed to tell me anything about my own freaking heritage.

“I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you this.” Maga came over to the bed and sat down, patting the spot beside him. “His name is Ez. There is similarities between you.”

“How would you know?” He didn’t even know me.

“Just from the attitude you have shown today.” Maga smiled at me, showing bit of his fangs. “As to how I know him . . . When I am not here, I am at the Palace arranging the guards for Moloch and all his three children, including Ez.”

“Arranging?”

“Yes, I am the Gen. Assassin for the Underworld.”

“What does that mean?” I really needed that book he told me he could give me. And fast. Hated being in the dark.

“Our bloodline was born with rare gifts that gives us a heads up on all other demons besides, Moloch’s. Since that was discovered each male of our family have been assigned to some part of the Assassin team for the Moloch. I have worked my way up from the bottom position to the top one and Moloch trust me implicitly and made me Ez’s top guard instead of his like protocol calls for.”

Would he expect me to be a guard if me and Ez failed to match? I wasn’t a protector. Not a fighter of any kind. Verbally, maybe. Doubted that counted much in the underworld. Who knew, from what Maga said so far it was much different than what I’d been taught.

“What’s our special skillset?”

“We are one of five families that can levitate and blur ourselves and others.”

Hadn’t expected that, but it sounded neat. “See how that makes you special to be on the assassin team.” More than proficient at keeping someone safe if you can fly them out of the midst of trouble. “Sure Moloch has one of the other families linked to him.”

“I have assigned one of the other families to guard him at his behest. He put his son’s safety above his own. Like any good father.”

“Then how did you get time off to,” I waved my hand around the house.

“Told him my son would most likely be joining me and I was going to have have a few days off to aid and help him settle in. And prepare his Underworld Presentation.”

“So he doesn’t know that I was . . . I mean you did not tell him . . .”

“He does not. If he did you would have done been brought to meet Ez, and that is not what I want for you. I want you to have a choice like all Underworld members. And that is what Ez would have wanted for you if you are his. He despises it when his father gets involved in his life.”

“Sounds like a wise man. How old is he?”

“Uh . . .” Maga rubbed the back of his neck.

“You have a very noticeable tale.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you are nervous, you rub the back of you neck.”

“Only with you, apparently.”

“What is it about his age that is going to bother me? Rip it away like a bandaid. Not like he a child, right?”

“Nope. Long ways from it.”

“Can’t be an old, old man.”

“What do you consider old?”

“Eighty.”

Maga’s face dropped as his mouth moved but no words left, but I read what his lips said.