Trust and Suffering

Xavier stood up and started pacing across the room. His energy was high and sitting down wasn't helping him any. He was still confused. Why did she keep saying things about being cursed or possessed. That had nothing to do with him. He couldn't possess or curse anyone and he wasn't either of those things.

" Listen I think you've got this all wrong. I don't need help nor do I really want it. I've dealt with things on my own for awhile, and even very friendly and nice demons can do damage I don't want. "

Xavier threw up his hands at the mental health services comment. " I am not mental. I don't need to talk to anyone I'm not crazy either! I'm just a damn hell-hound who doesn't like being forced around by other demons!!" He paused for a moment after his loud explanation and an oh-shit look took over his features. He couldn't keep his dang mouth shut. Even after promising himself he wouldn't let his own secret out. Now he had let his tongue reveal that he could be ordered around to a very demon herself.

Xavier gave her a defeated look and sat down promptly. Her probably unintended order was what he feared in the first place but he hoped it didn't continue any longer. His arms easily crossed over his chest as he tried to calm himself down and not yell, but he wouldn't know how long it could last.

He wasn't normally inclined to share anything but he'd already made a big mistake what could he possibly do for it now. "I still don't think you understand what's going on here. It isn't like demons just bossing me around or harassing me. " He sighed, giving himself up " Anything you ever wanted is available through me. Need something small like a pen and its now yours, but it doesn't stop there. Need someone killed so you can raise to power with out dirtying your name and its done. " Xavier's voice went cold as he explained. " Anything you want and you wouldn't need to lift a finger to get it done. No money spent. No effort on your part required and little to no way out for me. "

He turned to her and watched carefully. His whole demeanor had gone cold. He didn't believe Chloe was crazy or mental in the least but he knew talking and telling anyone what he was and who he could be was like handing them a bullet to a gun they had pointed to his head whether they knew it or not.