Abigor was pacing back and forth in what is now his home. His father has been buried, and he was officially alone. "How did I let this happen?!" he slammed his glass against the wall. The alcohol that was in it leaving a wet splash on the stone. As the clearly frightened minion crawled her way over to clean up the glass, shaking as she did so, Abigor kicked her. She let out a small cry but continued to clean up the mess. She knew her master didn't like a messy house.
Apollo strode into the room, "You know, if you continue to treat them this way, you will never get your mate," he informed him drolly.
Abigor, in his drunken stupor, looked at Apollo, "And what you would know about mates and my fate," he taunted the god.
Apollo merely rolled his eyes at the stupid demon,
