But also, it was entirely unfair just how hot Sariel was in this very moment.
“Now!” Sariel barked, shouting to be heard over the frantic booming at the door.
Day hissed.
“Fuck! All right! We’re goin’!” Sariel clung to Day as he turned to race into the bedroom, his pulse thundering in his ears.
Day meowed and tugged on Sariel’s shirt. She grabbed the box and tapped something, and it transformed into a small smooth case with the landscape hidden within painted on the exterior.
This was the Hisan Inro, just like the pictures in the notes.
She shoved it at Seymour, pointing her paw emphatically at the front door.
“Lil’ girl, we’re gonna listen to what the nice angel said and shut this here door.” Seymour stuck the Inro in his back pocketand then gave her a soothing pat on the top of her head. “Listen, I’m real sorry, I am, but we gotta?—”
The front door flew off the hinges in several pieces, and a giant man covered entirely in black ducked his head to squeeze through. There was not one bit of his skin visible, hidden with gloves, a high neck shirt, and a hood.
Giant wasn’t maybe the right word.
Hugenormous?
Pants-shitting-terrifyingly-large?
Seymour doubted this man was even human given the ridiculous massive stature and the current state of Seymour’s life was to be hounded by monsters.
A regular human actually would have been nice compared to whatever this thing was.
“Stand down,” Sariel warned. “I do not wish to harm you, but you will not?—“
The man punched Sariel with enough force to send him flying into the far wall, cracking the drywall. Sariel recovered quickly and then quite literally flew back at the man, his wings flapping furiously.
The man swatted at Sariel as if he were a pesky fly. He landed another good smack, and the blow put Sariel on the ground. The man glared, saying shortly, “Stay.”
Sariel was up again, and he went at the man with a flurry of powerful blows. His fist connecting with the man’s flesh seemed to shake the entire apartment, though it appeared to have little effect on the man himself.
The man sighed, like he was at the end of a long shift and his boss had just dumped a buttload of new paperwork on his desk. He grabbed Sariel’s halo and lifted him into the air. “Stay.”
Sariel growled defiantly. “Never.”
“Okay.” The man proceeded to pummel Sariel’s face repeatedly.
Day cried and buried her face in Seymour’s neck.
Seymour’s blood boiled over, and he hated feeling so damn helpless. The only thing within reach that might possibly work as a weapon was a large ceramic vase on his father’s bedside table.
Fuck it.
“I’ve gotta help him.” Seymour pried Day off his neck so he could settle her on the bed. “Just stay here, lil’ girl! I’ll be right back?—”
Day yowled, pointing behind Seymour.
Seymour turned just in time to jerk out of the way from a man’s sword—who the fuck used asword?—and he promptly tripped. His legs hit the side of the bed and he went down, staring up at his attacker.
Man was too generous for whatever this horrible beast was, an amalgamation of human and lizard who appeared to be the long-lost relative of someone who had a one-night stand with Godzilla.
Seymour drove the heel of his boot into Godzilla’s ankle as hard as he could, hoping to knock him off-balance, but it only seemed to piss Godzilla off.
Godzilla snarled and raised his sword over his head.
