Eyes of Amber chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tariq was not looking forward to informing his father about his twin’s death at all. Semyazza would not take this well.
The Rolls Royce pulled up in front of his father’s club, Damnation. Tariq stepped out of the car and straightened his suit, holding his head high he began to walk inside the club. Damnation was set just off oxford Road in Manchester. To enter the club itself, one had to pay a large entry fee of £100, or be on first name basis with the owner. Semyazza. It was a special kind of club, not one just for humans but other, other worldly creatures as well. Standing at the door were two very large bouncers. The first two were human for image purposes only, but as Tariq stepped inside the club behind the dark red velvet curtain stood the second set of bouncers. They were a little more otherworldly; War and Death were half breeds, not vampires but more that of half animal and human, probably where the werewolf myth came from. Only these two were not the little puppy dogs that werewolf’s were made out to be in the movies, these were Hell Dogs, and just loved a good grapple, and any excuse to rip some flesh from limbs.
Tariq just walked past the first and second set of bouncers and into the main part of the club. The club was very stylish, with lots of reds and blacks. The walls surrounding the club were covered with upward lighting, setting off the black velvet wall designs on the red background. The seating areas were more like cosy little booths for when customers needed some privacy. The dance floor was surrounded by podiums and poles which were usually occupied by the clubs working girls. Break stuff was playing by Limp Biskit as Tariq began to walk down the steps leading onto the dance floor. The place was already bouncing, strippers on the poles dancing, some rich arseholes facing them waving money around like it was paper. There were other half demons at the bar, although they looked like humans they weren’t, you could tell by their aura and sometimes their eyes. Humans couldn’t tell of course, only other otherworldly creatures like himself. Tariq walked across the dance floor and continued towards the steps at the back of the club. As Tariq ascended the steps he approached a door with a sign on reading “Staff Only” Tariq entered his pin code into the keypad on the door. It buzzed to allow access. Tariq was not looking forward to this, did not wish to tell his father the bad news. Once in the restricted area Tariq walked down the hall and stopped at his father’s office door. Taking a deep breath he knocked.
“Come in!” said Semyazza from within the room.
Tariq pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Father,” said Tariq as he bowed low addressing him, Tariq was not looking forward to this at all. “I bring grave news father,” began Tariq as he gulped, “Lilith, has not returned with me my Lord, she did not survive. Neither did the vampires.”
Semyazza was sat behind his large antique desk; his face could not be seen as the light was dim in the office. The only light source was coming from the two candles on the mantel piece behind the desk, keeping Semyazza’s features in shadow.
“Michael, slain her father, they were better prepared than we thought, the Halfling also and her friend.”
Semyazza leaned forward; his red glowing eyes coming into view and a sound arouse from his chest a growling noise small at first but gradually becoming louder like that of a wild animal.
“Fucking, Michael and that bitch!” Shouted Semyazza as he stood up, throwing over the desk, tipping all of its contents onto the floor. “What the fuck happened and I want details now!” Roared Semyazza as he continued to trash his office.
“Lilith, wanted to deal with, Michael alone, she told me to stay in the car!” began Tariq before Semyazza grabbed him by the throat and threw him into the wall hard, holding him there while leaning forward so that their noses was almost touching.
“You did what?” Growled Semyazza. “You let your sister take on, not only one of the strongest angels. But the chosen as well, and you sat in the fucking car and watched?” Semyazza backhanded Tariq so hard his jaw fractured; you could actually hear the sound as it cracked.
The office door opened and in ran War and Death the two were-bouncers ready to do battle.
“We heard a smash my Lord,” One of them said as they looked around and saw Semyazza’s office, desk on the floor, and Tariq being held by the throat by Semyazza.
“Get the fuck out!” screamed Semyazza at the bouncers.
“Yes my Lord,” they said as they made their exit sharply before they meet the same fate as Tariq’s.
“She said she wanted to bring you, Michael,” Spluttered Tariq, “That she was capable herself!”
Semyazza threw Tariq to the floor and leaned over him. “You’re lucky you’re my son” He growled as he stood up and kicked Tariq in the ribs. “Get the fuck up!” snarled Semyazza as he walked over to his chair which was lying on the floor and picked it up then sat down calmly. Tariq stood up and rubbed his jaw. “Michael, has hurt me for the last time,” said Semyazza through gritted teeth. “I think it is about time he and I had a little reunion!” said Semyazza as he began to plan his next move. “And next time, Tariq if you fail me. I will kill you. Son or not!”