And that was everyone here.
They were one big, giant dysfunctional family that fought at times. But in the ends, they could always count on each other.
24
January 23, 2006
Standing in the throne room in Katateros, Simi stared at the other demon suspiciously as she moved her head back and forth, trying to believe what they’d told her. Akri-Lexi had brought another Charonte home along with a ghosty named Danger.
The Charonte’s skin was marbled red and black, and she had yellow eyes. Simi looked at her closely as she tried to remember all those centuries ago when she’d been just a little demon.
Simi frowned at her akri. “What do you mean, she’s my sister?”
With tears in her eyes, the Charonte stepped toward her. “Xiamara, do you not?—”
Simi cut her off. “I am the Simi. Xiamara is my mother.” Surely her sissy should know that?
Shouldn’t she? If she was her sissy, she would!
Unsure of what to think for sure, Simi approached her slowly and poked at her arm. It’d just been so very long since she last saw one of her people. Could this really be her sissy? “You look real.”
Her lips quivered. “I am real.”
That made the Simi angry. How could she be real and be her sister and leave her alone all this time? “Then why did you not come see me?”
“I couldn’t. The bitch goddess wouldn’t let me.”
“Artemis?” Simi squealed. “The Simi hates her!”
“No,” Xirena corrected, “the other bitch-goddess, Apollymi.”
“Hey!” Simi snapped in synchrony with her akri.
Xirena looked even more confused.
Angry that this Charonte would dare disparage the one who’d given her such a wonderful akri, she glared at her. “She a goddess, that Apollymi. Don’t you ever call her such a name! She always good to the Simi. She makes me hornay warmers to keep my hornays warm and she gives me lots of cookies when the Simi comes sees her.”
Xirena’s jaw dropped. “She does what? When have you been in Kalosis?”
Simi put her hands on her hips. “You heard me, deaf demon. She a good lady, that Apollymi, and the Simi will hurt anyone who says otherwise.”
Xirena stepped forward and whispered loudly, “Will your akri let me talk to you alone?”
Simi blew a raspberry and waved her hand. “My akri don’t control me. More times than not, he do what his Simi says. Mosty withs no complaints.”
Xirena appeared horrified by her words. “He’s your akri! Mind your tone!”
Simi blew her another raspberry. “He’s my daddy.”
“He’s your akri,” she said from between clenched fangs.
As if she knew anything about akris.
Looking at her akri, she scowled. “There’s something seriously wrong with the Simi’s sister. Why she keep saying you my lord and master when you’re just my daddy, akri?”
He shrugged. “I have no idea, Simkey. You need to set her straight.”
“Hmm.” Simi considered that sharp barking. That rang bell as she remembered her sissy all the time fussy at her.
