please me; kiocyr, vhacker,

dinner and wars

After finally heading to the kitchen you see Troye and Zack laughing and joking around with the rest of the boys. You were going to make yourself a plate and join them on the kitchen island before Zack slightly smacked your hand and pushed you towards the door. "Why?" You asked, feeling a little saddened, you're so hungry.

"You have to eat at the big table with Kio and his family. Vinnie needs you there too." He was dusting you off whilst explaining that this dinner is important since the three of you are one or something but all you cared about is the food. You weren't really sure where the three of you were supposed to go from the merge but you sure hoped it would at least score you food god dammit! ...can you even say god dammit or is he like your dad now too...

As you walked out to the dining hall you noticed that everything was set up nicely with beautiful black decorations, red foods and glass accents. Candles were the only source of light which made you wonder why it still seemed as though a few lamps were used. Kio stood next to you, his hand was on the small of your back, slowly rubbing circles. Of course you were still pissed off but no need to air your dirty laundry in front of everyone! He slowly lead you to one end of the seat as he took his directly in front of you, his dad watched you guys from the other side of the table before claiming that the seat in front of him will be empty. It was the big seat. One that you'd assume a host or hostess would sit in as they watched above everyone. Kio offered it to Vinnie telepathically who seemed quite nervous. This is not his home after all.

"I would like you to give your seat up for Vinnie, darling" Mr Satan requested. At first you thought he spoke to Kio before realising all eyes were on you. You just stood up and let him have it, only to see that there were no seats lefts. Kio offered you his lap but his dad exclaimed that you should take the big seat. "It's only fitting to have the most powerful lady, sit in the most powerful chair." His smile was menacing but the longer you looked at him the more genuine it seemed. You just sighed before taking your seat. Both boys were by your side which could be the reason you felt content, but you couldn't help but feel Kio's blatant confusion and Vinnie's nervousness. You tried your hardest to emit a more neutral energy to calm the boys down, but nothing worked.

"Shall we eat?" You finally replied. As you looked through the guests, you couldn't help but notice 7 men, seemingly much older but it was still hard to tell. On the opposite side of them there was what seemed to be shape shifters, at first you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, but looking at them from your big seat, you could tell they were just indecisive shape shifters. There was only 6 of them. There was just one more seat empty next to Kio and you assumed it would be filled with Quinton or Zack, instead, it's Aya. The only one in the room who's dressed appropriately for the aesthetic of the dinner which made you wonder if she'd planned it. You tried to ask Kio telepathically if she was the one he texted earlier but the sound of their laughter confirmed your suspicions before you could even ask. Who is this bitch anyways.

Kio's dad clears his throat, the shape shifters take their final form as teenage boys. Yes because we definitely need more white boys in this establishment. You just rolled your eyes as some of them changed into copies of the staff members from the kitchen. "This dinner may be my last before the war boys...and girls-" Satan chuckled. "Due to my son choosing the only girl we told him he couldn't have, we now have to clash with those who choose to look down on us for the 5th time this century. I hope this merge means we do not have to let history repeat itself." The fuck does he mean by fifth time this century! You tried to remember the last time you caused a war and it was....like NEVER. You decided to leave questions for later as you were so sick of asking the same shit. You just picked up your glass as a toast to this small speech or whatever it was and gulped it down. If there's going to be a war, might as well get drunk one last time.