Updated: Jun 30
I awoke with a start to the sound of knocking on the apartment door.
Sylus slowly sat up beside me on his elbows. “Shall I get it?”
I turned to him. He was all bleary eyes and his hair was a mess. I honestly preferred him fresh out of bed than after his meticulous grooming sessions.
“Nah.” I rubbed my eyes. “I’ll go. It’s probably Samuel.”
With a grunt, he laid back down.
Tossing the covers off I got up out of bed and threw on my brand new white undershirt.
“I miss you.” Sylus groaned as he rolled onto his stomach.
I chuckled as I left the room.
It was indeed Samuel who was waiting on the other side of the door.
“Kinda early, isn’t it?” I rubbed my eyes again.
“I am here to request your breakfast preferences.”
“Hm? Oh.” I shook my head in an attempt to wake my brain up. “What’re the options?”
“Anything you desire.”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah. Okay. Sure.”
I could hear Sylus’ heavy footsteps approaching from the bedroom.
“Hey, Sy.” I called out to him.
“Hm?” He growled.
“What do you want for breakfast? Anything you want.” I sneered at Samuel.
Sylus scoffed. “Anything?”
“That’s what the man said.” I turned to him to find he was only wearing his boxers.
“I’ll go first then. Corned beef hash and eggs over easy with a side of sourdough toast and raspberry jam.”
Samuel wrote down my order in a pad. “And for you, sir?” He muttered to Sylus.
“Anything?” His voice was low and clearly tired.
“Anything you desire.”
Once more he scoffed. “You couldn’t feed me even if you wanted to.” He waved Samuel off.
“Madame is aware of your condition, Mr. Synclaire.”
Sylus whipped around, tentacles on full display. He was pissed. I stepped away.
“My condition?” He seethed. “What condition?!”
Samuel motioned to him. “That one.”
“Say it.” Sylus spat through clenched teeth.
“You’re a spawn.”
“Oh.” He immediately stood down. “Guess I need to up my stealth game.”
Samuel shook his head. “Madame has a rather keen sense when it comes to identifying spawns. There was little you could do to thwart her. As I’m sure you noticed, many of the people in Startica are spawns as well. We hold no ill will toward your kind.”
“Toward my kind.” Sylus repeated mockingly.
“But you are rather exceptional, aren’t you?” Samuel replied.
Sylus stood rigidly upright.
“You don’t look like a spawn.”
“Are you saying we all look alike?” He sneered.
“Not at all, but you do carry similar identifiable characteristics that set you apart from humanity. You don’t seem to have those characteristics.”
Sylus huffed with indignation. “Keep digging your hole.”
Samuel shook his head. “As I was saying. Madame is prepared to feed you regardless of cost or quantity.”
“Fine.” Sylus spat. “Honey-glazed ham. The presence of a bone doesn’t matter to me.”
Samuel wrote it down. “Very good, sir. Your food will be ready in an hour and a half. Please make your way back up to the ball room where I will meet you to take you to Madame’s office. Come dressed in your new attire.” Before either of us could say another word, he bowed and stepped into the elevator.
“My kind.” Sylus scoffed.
“Don’t take it so personally, Sy.”
“I wanna know how she knew.” He grumbled.
“Sy.” I sighed. “We’re not here to-”
“Get involved with their internal politics but quite frankly I feel a bit violated right now.”
“At least she doesn’t know you’re a Lord. I’m sure that conversation would’ve gone very differently.”
“It’s complicated I know.” I added. “Still. If we can keep it on the downlow we should.”
“You mean I should.” He shook his head revealing his normal Void eyes. “I do my best, Jeron, but it’s not easy.”
“I know, Sy.” I moved beside him. “I know there’s a lot going on in your head.”
“Damn near constant warfare.”
“I know I’ll never really understand it, but know that I’m here for you and only you. NOT him.”
Sylus shook his head slowly. “But he’s part of me.”
“No he isn’t. You’re you. He’s him. You share a body. That ends your connection. He knows I won’t take his shit and he knows I can beat his ass if I have to.”
He slouched a bit. “He can hear you, you know.”
“And I don’t care. You hear me, Qaitax? Listen in all you want. I’m not afraid of you.”
“What, is he gonna take it out on you?” I snapped.
“No. He won’t. He can’t. I keep the barrier thick, but when he gets upset, he scratches at it.” He sighed. “It hurts sometimes.”
“I should know better than to provoke him. I’m sorry, Sy.”
He shook his head. “It’s okay. I just don’t really like being in between you two.”
“And I don’t like that he can hurt you like that.”
“Can we just let it go for now?” He cringed.
I placed my hand on his back. “Of course.”
“I’m,” He paused a moment. “Gonna go wash up.” He immediately wandered off to the bathroom.
I sat down heavily on the couch. I knew better than to pick fights with Qaitax, but I couldn’t help it sometimes. Knowing that thing was there lurking just behind Sylus was always mildly upsetting. I knew the nature of their bond, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Qaitax was the reason Sylus was a Lord. Or, well, partially a Lord. As I understood it, he was half Lord and half human, but in a very muddled and mixed up kind of way. I also knew that Qaitax was some kind of fallen Lord which meant he was divorced from the Void. Qaitax was, for all intents and purposes, a fugitive and the Void had its ways of retrieving those who fell from grace. Which was where Sylus came in. So long as he remained primarily in control, the Void couldn’t find Qaitax. When their flesh and blood mixed together, Qaitax was masked even further. A godlike being hid behind my partner’s kind soul and it killed me to watch him struggle sometimes.
Some part of me wanted to follow him into the bathroom to make sure he was okay, but I was fairly certain he and the monster were having some kind of conversation. As much as I hated it, it was best to leave them alone when they fought. There was nothing I could do to help unless Qaitax pushed himself to the surface. He’d done it before so there was every chance he’d do it again whenever he felt like it.
I retrieved my guitar from the bedroom and returned to the couch to play an idle tune. I had to keep myself busy and my mind distracted.
It wasn’t long before I heard Sylus shuffle out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Resting my guitar against the couch, I got up and followed him.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed looking utterly exhausted.
“He didn’t come forward, did he?” I asked softly.
Sylus shook his head.
“Good.” I sat beside him. “You’re doing great, Sy.”
“I don’t feel great.”
I gently patted his hand. “Let’s just get this over with and move on, shall we?”
His gaze drifted to my hand resting over his. “How do you put up with me?” He murmured.
“Put up with?” I smirked. “I don’t put up with you, Sylus. I love you.” I leaned against his shoulder. “I loved you then and I love you now. You never changed, Sy. You’ve always been you.”
“What about him?” I scoffed. “I don’t care that he’s there. All I care about is how he treats you and as far as I’m concerned he treats you like shit. Hence my disdain.”
He slouched forward. “It isn’t that bad.”
“You’re the only one who can truly judge your relationship, but from what I see, it’s not good and I refuse to just sit around and let him tear you down whenever he feels like it.”
Sylus took a deep breath.
I patted him on the knee. “Come on. Let’s get dressed.”