Darker Side of the Sun

He sat down at his desk and smirked at her, a clear sign of humor on his face as he started up his laptop. "Well, isn't that a conundrum?" he teased her. "I suppose you'll have to figure that out for yourself." Of course, he was only playing with her. Only he could manage to be in a room and not touch anything but with the width of his wings, he'd probably not be able to maneuver correctly. "And that's right, you're not a dog. You're a cat. Why don't you come here and rub against my leg like a good little kitty cat?" he asked her, eyes changing from mischievous to malicious. There was a beeping on the laptop and he turned his attention away from her to the screen. With a couple buttons clicked, the screen was portrayed on the closed windows behind him, making a large screen with several different people in a conference call. He greeted each one, each in a different language before he clicked a few more buttons on his laptop and forwarded a file to each member of the conference call.

"Inside, you will find the contents of my latest shipment. I can't stress to you gentleman enough that these weapons are strictly forbidden from falling into other countries hands but I've managed to get my hands on a few of them. Until this auction is over, I will keep the whereabouts of these items a secret. The winning bidder will receive a coded message of the whereabouts of their product. Is everyone in agreement?" The computer had automatically translated to each member of the conference and each one nodded, giving Loki the go ahead to continue. "Further more, no matter the disagreements you have with each other or don't have with each other, you remember the agreement that I remain neutral. Is this still the case? I simply sell you the weapons and I take no allegiance to any sovereign or leader." Each member of the conference call replied in unison, agreeing to the preset terms. 

"Alright. I will start with the first item on the list and starting bid will be one million US dollars. Do I hear two million?"

The conference call was over actually rather quickly. Only one country signed off before the end of the auction without buying anything but it didn't seem to faze Loki who continued with the auction enthusiastically. At the bottom of the screen, on visible to Loki, a round total of the auction was added up and it would certainly send Bill Gates running for his own money. Loki didn't honestly care about money. He held no value for it. If he wanted something, he got it, no matter if money was needed or not. But this world revolved around it and to fit in, he needed as much of it as he could. 

"Alright, gentleman. That includes today's auction. I have forwarded each of you the whereabouts of your products and do hope you will use your purchases with pride." Just before Loki ended the call, one of the gentleman on the conference call smirked at Loki and surprisingly, spoke English. "I hear you also sell young women to those who are looking for them." he pointed to Anya in the background, eyes lighting up. "I think I would increase your current wealth three times if you allow me to have that one." Loki looked over his shoulder at Anya and his face instantly became expressionless. He turned back to the man on the conference who's smile quickly wiped off his face. There was a moment in which the two merely stared at each other and suddenly, the man's eyes bugged out of his head and he chocked, his body convulsing. Before Loki turned the screen off, there was a flash of something dark and see through on the man's video before the screen went dark. Loki turned away from the conference call and shut his laptop, a satisfied smile on his face as he stood. "Good news! I managed to get enough money to take you on vacation with me." he told her, coming around his desk and walking up to her. There seemed to be no sign of his anger only moments before. 

That was a pretty stupid question. Of course he'd choose to kill them over simply ignoring them. Killing someone set the scene quicker than telling someone off and it got the point across to others not to fuck with him. He was sure in the morning, it would be all over the news that the General of the Italian Armed Forces was murdered in his home but an unknown assailant. Loki enjoyed hearing those kinds of news. Where was this kind of news coverage when he and Ren had been causing Chaos all across Europe and Asia? But just thinking of Ren put a bad taste in his mouth and he quickly shifted away his thoughts. 

"Of course. I'm a demon." he told her with a smile that, honestly, made him appear like a completely normal human. He walked around his desk and was flipping open a tablet, the light blue light of the screen lighting up his face in the dimness of the room. "Thanks to these countries generous contributions, I've decided to take a rather pleasant vacation here. I thought it might interest you to come along." he told her, turning the tablet around and showing her a travel page of  Greece, complete with white sandy beaches and blue sea. "I just so happen to have a coastal home here and it's been awhile since I've returned." 

In fact, Loki had places all over the world that he and Ren had purchased through the ages. Since they had been paid in cash for the full amount, no bank bothered them with any payments. They owned the houses and nothing but natural disaster would take them away. This place in Greece just happened to be a place Loki had purchased after his run in with Ren and was assuming his brother had no idea it even existed. Which was fine for him. Gave him an excuse to get out of the house for awhile, so to speak. "What do you say? We'll leave in the morning by jet and be there before breakfast." He clapped his hands and the lights in the office went out and the blinds covering the windows opened up once more, revealing the ever bright and colorful Vegas Stip lights. The Vegas lights and the light from the tablet were the only light sources in the room now.

He gave her a large goofy grin that seemed to say he saw right through her indifference. Either way, he didn't bring it up. Probably felt it was safer to just take the win without ruffling any more feathers, or fur for that matter. He clapped his hands together in excitement, his blue eyes lightening up. If you didn't know Loki or what he was, you'd assume he was just a normal guy who liked to have fun. On the outside, there was no sign of the demon that lay beneath, ready to take out anything that got in his way. As he neared the door of his office, he pulled out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons before holding it to his ear. 

"Aaron, fuel the jet. I'm heading to Greece in the morning." Loki made a short pause before ending the call and returning the phone to his pocket. "Do you need to stop by your place to get anything?" He opened the door to his office and the lights flickered off, leaving them in semi darkness. "I can have a car sent for you." It would be the first time he would allow Anya to be on her own. His main reasoning was he was actually looking forward to chasing her down if she ran. He'd grown rather bored living the life of a king pin lately and wanted some challenge. At first, she'd given him that by constantly spitting her hatred at him but lately, he'd needed something more, something far more challenging. He kept said challenge from his expression, hoping she wouldn't catch on to his little trick. On the bright side, if she returned to him, it meant his enslavement was working and he'd be able to trust her soon to send her out in search of Ren. 

He stopped in the doorway and caught on to her sudden interest mixed with confusion. If he could hear her thoughts, he would have agreed with her that he was, in fact, an excellent sociopath. The only reason he was able to act completely human was because of the years behind him. When he'd been born, humans had been nothing more than unintelligent cave men. Loki had grown up along side the young species of humans and through the ages, had picked up on different ways of talking and different emotions. Not all demons or angels were without their humanity but there was something about the twins, when they were born, that had made them different. Neither had inherited an ounce of humanity so understand the interactions between humans was crucial to survival. And Loki had studied so much, he could almost convince himself he did, indeed, have a soul. Sometimes, he even acted without realizing. In truth, Loki really only cared about himself and would kill you himself if he felt the need.

He flashed her a killer smile as he leaned his shoulder on the door, almost goading her into running. "Sure, why not. Women need their space every once in a while don't they?" he chuckled and made to move out of the office door with a lazy wave over his shoulder while the other hand stuffed down into his pocket. "Be at the terminal at 7 am sharp." Was all he said before he disappeared down the hall.

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Loki checked his watch again. Five till. He felt giddy, like a lion waiting for the opportune moment to go on a hunt. He wasn't even giving her the benefit of a doubt that she'd come back. He already assumed she was far away now, hiding behind her brother who she thought could protect her. Sunglasses shielding his sensitive eyes from the ray of the early morning sun, Loki felt his wings twitch to be released and he had to roll his shoulders to dispel the feeling. Unfortunately, there were a lot of regular humans on the tarmac today and he wasn't ready to make his presence known to the world yet. Angels and Demons had fallen from truth many thousands of years ago and remained as only myths and stories now. When it was time for the demons to take over the world, the sheer panic of their existence would make it easier to take over. If humans and other supernatural creatures were clued in before hand, there was the possibility of rebellion and Loki didn't much have time to quell such ridiculous things.

The jet fired up behind him and he sighed, which went against the gleaming grin on his face. He'd been looking forward to this since last night. Two minutes till seven. He was almost itching to go after her before seven but he was nothing but true to his word. He'd wait till seven. And then she'd wish she'd never even heard his name.

His first reaction? Disappointment. He'd done too good of a job scaring her and she'd come crawling back to him, no doubt only because of the fear for him. But his second, immediate reaction was to smile at her, though it held a lot of mischief in them. The jet was still whirling to life behind them and Loki nodded to the driver who, without so much as an indication he understood what he meant, opened the other back door and took out the stuff she'd brought with her and dropped in on the tarmac before jumping back in the black sedan and driving off. When the car had left, leaving them the only two people there, his smile turned into a smirk and reached out, snatching her wrist. He felt the anger rising up inside him. She had spoiled his fun and he planned to punish her for that, by having a different kind of fun. It was times like these you could absolutely agree that Loki was not human. Still holding onto her wrist with an iron grip, he gave a high pitched whistle and a man appeared at the stairs of the jet dressed it what could only be described as a butler's outfit. He maneuvered down the stairs, past the two standing there and grabbed Anya's thing, taking them onto the plane. When the man had retreated back into the plane, Loki yanked on her wrist, causing her body to mold against his, the heat from his own skin like the fires of the very sun above them. There was no seeing his eyes behind the sunglasses that covered them but they had turned black and felt the rise of power inside him that told him his shadows were ready to be called at a moment's notice. But he didn't need them this time to invoke fear into her. 

"You're late." he growled and not a sexy growl. A lustful sound that could send shivers down anyone's spine. A sound that sounded more beast then man. "You know I don't like to me kept waiting." he reached around her waist with his other hand and grasped the curve of her rear end, his hips driving into her own. He leaned his face forward, his nose against the soft skin of her neck as he breathed in her scent, a tongue snaking out and tasting her skin. He continued to keep a vice-like grip on her wrist. "Tell me, how should I punish you?" he asked her, the smirk clearly heard in his voice, his breath tickling her ear. 

He expected a response from her which involved pain but he had forgotten, even for that brief moment, that she was a werecat as her claws pierced deep into his gut. He hadn't felt such pain in a real long time and he couldn't help the smile and chuckle that escaped him. "That's the fight I was looking for." he grinned at her as he let go of her wrist and pulled his body away from her. His anger and excitement of her attack goaded him into not caring who was watching them or who could have been watching them. In one swift movement, he ripped her claws from his stomach and stepped back away from her, quickly stripping himself of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Blood was dripping down his toned abdomen, drenching his pants in red. Across his chest was a vicious looking scar. This was the wound Ren had inflicted with his Divine Weapon all that time ago. It had nearly killed him. It hadn't pierced deep enough to erase his magik but it had done a Hell of a lot of damage. The pink ugly scar ran right across his heart and down by his belly button, in dark lettering, was a tattoo. But not just any tattoo, it was the Nordic symbol for the God Loki and it certainly wasn't done by an ink gun in a 21st century tattoo shop. It looked deeper and darker and almost seemed to blaze with power. Loki had gotten it as a joke, really. He'd made such an impression on the Norse people they had considered him a God and he'd gone to great lengths to upkeep that title, even etching the very symbol they associated him with, into his skin. But it had been a long time ago now and Loki barely remembered it was even there. 

As soon as his shirt was off, there was a great rushing sound and from his back, two huge wings unfolded, stretching out alongside the jet, feathers as black as his soul. He kept the sunglasses on, however, his eyes still greatly affected by the blazing sun above him. If there was one thing about Vegas that weakened him, it was the unblocked sun. He laughed mirthlessly, giving her a vicious smile. "Come on! Give me what you got!" He laughed, bending his legs and shooting into the air, his wings blasting her and the ground with a gale of wind as he did so.