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‘The world needed to be cleaned’, is what Owen was always told. Clean of what you may ask?
Villains. Vigilantes. All those who chose to go against the law.
Owen’s father was a world renowned Hero. He had taken down countless villains, he also passed down his ability to Owen, which Owen adored. He had the ability of Siren song, or Siren voice, depends on the news outlet or weird fanfic you’re reading. But Owen could control people’s minds with his voice alone.
He used it to say the least.
Owen huffed as the vigilante he was currently fighting disappeared. Rude.
Owen was a renowned hero, like his father. Someone who was feared and respected over all, powerful and strong, smart and quick.
Owen glanced around before scowling. Pathetic to run away like that. He sighed and clenched the spear in his had, there was no time to stop and skulk, he had to get back to the Hero Tower. Apparently Mr. Sings’ daughter had gone missing, and there was also a new hero in the tower.
Owen and the other heroes had gotten a lecture by Mr. Sings about the importance of finding his daughter. What was the point? She let herself go missing, so they weren’t strong obviously. But nonetheless, Owen got off work (more like hell) and decide to go get some coffee. Graecie’s cafe and bakery. Graecie was this kind, sweet girl that ran a bakery down the street from the square.
The bell rung when he walked in and Graecie glanced up from behind the counter a smiled her sweet smile.
“Owen, good to see you”
She said, brushing her hands off on her apron.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Some tea please.”
“Anything else?”
“…And a cookie.”
“Coming right up!”
She said, ringing up his total and getting to work making the drink and food.
Owen sat down on the counter and glanced around the cafe. There was the regulars. And also a new person. A guy, Owen’s age maybe. 24? With dark red hair and bright red eyes and horns. A demon.
They were know for being the most common people to be a vigilante or villain, but Owen couldn’t make assumptions off of work. The demon had glanced up and they locked eyes with Owen.
“Order for the old man!”
Graecie said teasingly.
Owen glanced away from the demon and chuckled a bit.
“You know I’m not that old, right?”
Owen said, and Graecie had a smile with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
“You are thought-“
“I’m only 28!?”
“Nah.”
She brushed it off with a small laugh. Owen smiled and his eyes flickered to the demon again. Graecie had caught it.
“You wondering about Apo? He’s becoming a regular here. Really nice, you should talk to him! You need new friends anyway.”
Graecie said, Owen rolled his eyes as he sipped his tea. Graecie handed him a cookie.
“I’m alright…”
Owen said, he waved before he left, sparing one last glance at the demon. Most demons stayed in the west side, the poorer areas, and the harbour. Not in the midtown and central. So why was this demon drawing Owen’s attention? Because he was suspicious of him. Or Apo, as Graecie had said.
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Owen came back the next day, he managed to get a day off, and he ordered the same thing. When he was waiting he felt someone beside him. He glanced down and saw the demon.
He wasn’t much shorter than Owen. Owen was six foot two and this dude was either five foot ten and a half or five foot eleven. They locked eyes again and Owen decided to open his mouth.
“Hello…?”
He said. Damn- he sounded way more awkward than he meant to. He was about to try again when the demon spoke up.
“Hi…I’m Apo.” They said, and Owen stared at him for a moment before answering.
“Owen.”
“Cool…” Apo said. And it was kinda awkward silence before Owen spoke again.
“So…what brings you here?”
Owen said. He already wanted to die and it wasn’t even half way through this cursed conversation.
“I’m visiting my brother.”
“You have a brother? What’s his name?”
“Will.”
“Nice, what does he do?”
“He works for the hero comity…what about you? Any family?”
Apo asked. Owen hated this question. No, all of my family died in a fire caused by villains and vigilantes when he was 12- like what was he supposed to say??
“No, sadly”
“That sucks.”
Apo said. This conversation felt as stiff as a board that was frozen over.
“Here is your drink, Owen.”
Graecie said, handing Owen his drink.
“Thanks, Graecie.”
“You’re welcome! Also- tomorrow we’re closed sadly.”
“Aw- why?”
“Hero-villain problems.”
“Oh…”
Owen said. Why didn’t he know about that? Odd…
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, but we’re open again on Monday.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.”
“See ya!”
“Bye.”