"At least the word satisfy was used."

Fast food, fast sex... Whatever I did, it was sure to please. I watched in relative amusement as I saw said emotion dawn on Azrael's face, mirroring my own as he took my previous words into account. Perhaps he wasn't as terrible as I'd originally believed him to be; though his humor was beginning to brim, I still found myself believing the man wasn't entirely funny. He didn't appreciate his fairy disguise, and he didn't appreciate my lack of serious commitment to the jobs he'd offered me during our little outing that fateful evening. I couldn't begin to understand, nor did I truly want to spend the time or effort into that task, why the Hunter had begun spending time with me. Typically, I would have assumed the worst and pitted my utmost persistence against removing him from the earth. Why hadn't I? I found a lack of desire to perpetrate violence against him, at least not right now, and that fact alone had my skin crawling... just a little. Surprisingly enough, I hadn't felt any urges to act against him here and now, save for what he could have mistaken as a moderately good natured grin when I realized the stone-cold Hunter had attempted to joke with me in a manner that most men indulged in quite regularly.

"Gross."

There was truly little else to describe how I felt about my thoughts venturing towards places I surely didn't want them to go as they included Azrael and activities that made me want to throw up more than anything else. It didn't help that I was sure bile rose in my throat at the thought of just who might be on the receiving end of his thoughts. Was it still the same subject as I suspected? With only the briefest clenches of my jaw did I acknowledge this thought and attempt to rid myself of it by shoveling another French fry in my mouth. There. Literally stuffing my pie hole shut. That was until the topic of vampires and their comparable life expectancy and with that did I snort indignantly.

"If you live forever, I expect an extinguished vampiric population. Are you capable of that? I'm fairly sure that this is one of the only things we can agree on."

If I was being honest, I would have mentioned that there were actually a great many things that the Hunter and I shared whether either one of us wanted to admit it. It was only, it seemed, on a handful of topics that we differed in any major way. Our opinions of children and what their existence might mean to either of our lives was surely one of those things, as unfortunately for me the man didn't want to hesitate to expel these thoughts. I didn't particularly like talking about them. I didn't particularly like being forced to deal with rambunctious, obnoxious devil children either. But what was worse? Azrael knew of my history, and he knew enough that he'd know that this conversation had taken a turn in a direction that I wouldn't really want to follow. With that, I returned my gaze to my Shadow as it begun a horrific dissent into demonic behavior by terrorizing the children of this establishment.

Maybe their mothers shouldn't have given them sugar...?

Without feeling guilty, obviously, I felt a smirk beginning to brew on my face. I don't know what exactly had caused this development in my powers, but I wasn't going to knock a good thing. While my Shadow was often more of a pain than not, it still proved useful on occasion. Able to splinter itself into other beings, the Shadow was like a personal body guard that controlled dark substances, too. The Sins and Vices often formed at it's will; why would I want to control something that seemed instinctual and controlled by a part of me that I wouldn't generally venture into? As if to emphasize this, Lust lounged lazily on a bar-like table where it could view it's destruction and chaos. Beside Lust formed Gluttony, a particularly ugly entity with excess weight everywhere imaginable and two sets of grubby arms as if one pair wasn't enough. Gluttony hobbled around like an elderly person, swatting the children towards the Soda machines where they would indulge themselves in the sugar-filled caloric and carbonated drinks. Hey, at least we didn't have to take them home tonight.

Vaguely amused with the apparent destruction going on, I surveyed the scene until it became apparent that our situation was going to take a turn for the worse. Marked by Azrael's almost acceptance of my description of 'Mommy Porn', my smirk deepened until it was wiped clean from my face by the words Azrael offered about my sister. He attempted to stay away? That would have included leaving the apartment and getting a large distance between the two. Miles, even. I exhaled heavily, hearing that Lore had tried to feed Azrael with absolutely no measure of surprise. No one could go unfed in her presence. Silence was the only way to ... not-answer any of Azrael's remarks, allowing him to think I may have accepted that he was in Elenore's presence for longer than a second or two. But if he was again... Any chance of my mind wandering towards a suitable punishment for Azrael was eliminated by the curiosity that seemed to afflict me, too, in looking at the children's map that was located on the table.

"I think someone needs a lesson in cartography."

While this might have been true, half of me wanted to acquire the green crayon resting on an empty table nearby and complete the map and maze. That urge was suppressed as I shrugged in kind to Azrael's question about the burger that lay between us. It was all his; I wasn't sure what kind of meat had actually gone into making said hamburger, but part of me didn't even want to know. Didn't they use goop and stuff? I had no intention of thinking about this further as it may have caused bile to rise back in my throat when I should have been concerned with the way the women in the restaurant were beginning to focus solely on Azrael.

"Married? Who cares..." She trailed off, reaching her hands towards Azrael's hips to pull him closer as another woman reached for his shoulders. It was like a scene from a B-list horror movie where zombies were pouring into the room, flanked by flesh-hungry demon children. "Come back here!!! I need you!" The woman called, clearly demanding that she was going to melt if she didn't have some part of Azrael near her. That was enough for me, especially as I was about to be flattened by a stampede of Mommies with raging hormones. When we managed to find safety behind the glass door of the 'play area', I sighed heavily.

"Good. Metal," I muttered, fusing the door shut with little effort. Though they were superhuman Mommies, I felt a surge of confidence that this would at least hold them off until we had a better solution. Azrael had slipped the tray between the doors, giving me yet another material to melt and hopefully provide more strength to our protection. "Dude, venereal disease? I'd rather be in that cesspool than drowning in Mommy pheromones!" It wasn't long until the Hunter took me seriously, and I choked on the air in my lungs as my collar tightened and I was thrust into the plastic-ball moat that surrounded the play structure.

"Wilson!"

There was no time for games, even though I was debating whether or not I wanted to swim my way towards the slide and utilize the height advantage. The women at the door were howling with agony as they attempted to find a way into our hideout. This was good; they were angry enough at each other, too, to allow us time to disguise ourselves in the ball pit. Unfortunately, the Hunter hadn't gotten the memo that we were to submerge ourselves like maritime creatures in the pit, and he was loading what could have only been a planned barrage of bacteria balls at the mommies. I sank lower, allowing only the very top of my head to peak through the balls, reminiscent of what an alligator looks like as they wade through the water towards their prey. In a voice muffled by plastic balls, I began to agree to part of the Hunter's defense tactics, if only to add my two cents.

"I'll break the barricade, you get ready to fire," I agreed. "Mmph... Fuck you." The bacteria ball somehow was hurled harder than I expected at my head, and I felt the expletive grumble through my lips without my consent. It was then that the raging horde of hormonal women broke through the tray, and caught both of our attention as the cry of 'Open Fire!' rang through the air. As the women broke through the door, they struggled to get free of the clothes that restricted them, looking as though they were enterting not only a porn audition, but horrific battle. Azrael took care of the first wave, dropping women left and right until they were basically a barricade against the door all on their own.

"We need higher ground!"

As women began moving the bodies of the fallen aside to run into the room, it was apparent that we were being surrounded. I only had to concentrate for a moment to make the plastic balls form a cocoon around us both, lifting us into the air to deposit us on top of the monument of a Child's play place. Standing on top, I nodded to Azrael.

"This is the fucking dumbest thing that has ever happened, okay? It's your fault that you decided not to teach me how to control myself better. Blame yourself you dingbat, or I'll ... I don't know. I really have nothing," I concluded with a bit of a laugh before realizing that we actually had a dire situation on hand as the mommies were beginning to climb up the slide with ferocity.