True Legends: Daimon's Story
Chapter 1

Daimon returned to his home, covering a wound on his shoulder. He fixed his suit so it sat on his skin perfectly; he was not about to look like a wreck in his own house. However, he froze when he heard another voice in the building besides his sister's. His eyes narrowed at the recognition of the second voice and sighed, "Sara, You're fucking brother better not be here too!" He slumped into the room they occupied, Daisie's.
Sara looked up to the short, gray skinned man and spoke, "Nah, he's at work."
"That's wonderful then, He can't touch my ass if he's all the way..." He paused, thinking about where the disgusting man could be. "Wherever he is." Daimon grins with pleasure at the tall man not being there. He turns to walk out.
"Who said you could walk away though?" His sister, Daisie, made him stop.
Daimon snorts, "What the hell were you going to do with me?"
"We just wanted to talk," Sara answered.
He sighs with aggravation at the two girls, "Fine, what do you want?"
"Just join the dang conversation with whatever you want," Daisie commanded.
The demonic boy smirked, "Oh? Want details on my murder today?"
Sara hums and shakes her head, "No, I shouldn't think of murders and rapes. God knows how that will make me worry of Salerio," she plays Daimon on.
"Oh, that's all." He rolls his eyes. "Hey, his job is a stripper, no duh he'll get raped. He's dressed as a damn prostitute!" Daimon huffs and decides to sit on Daisie's well dressed bed.
"No, silly. He's not allowed to be touched by the customers. I'm talking about the owner; he's too touchy feely. Sometimes Salerio comes back home scared because he said he could get a raise the next day." Sara adds extra emotion to her words, her old acting self coming through.
Daimon pauses and hides some emotion, "Isn't that against the law, on many terms?"
Sara sighs, "It is but, Salerio will normally let it be. He really needs an extra hand there-as protection."
He glares "There's no way in hell that I will be a fucking strip pole dancer thing!"
She scoffs, "Who said you'd be a stripper? They're full of those. They need a new bartender, Daimon. It's as simple as that."
"Hahaha, right," his voice sarcastic, "Well, good luck finding some other sucker." He stands and goes to walk out.
"You're going to just let Salerio be raped by him? I can't believe you're so heartless!" Sara jumps up.
Daimon freezes and snaps around fast, growling, "I'm not heartless, you damned bitch! And don't you dare accuse me of such a thing again. I'll take your fucking offer just to prove you're ass wrong!" Daimon yells then pauses and whines out angrily, "I fucking hate you."
Sara smiles big, "You love me." She purrs and calls the business; Daimon growling as the conversation goes on as if he had just sold his soul to the gay devil. She finishes and grins big at Daimon, "You start tomorrow!"
"Yay," he rolls his eyes and wanders to his room, passing out on the bed.
The two girls left alone in the room, turn and grin at each other, making a calm high-five. "Good job, Sara," Daisie compliments.
"Mhm, now let's hope it works," She holds her thumbs up hopefully.
"Haha, right," The shorter girl pauses, "I'll call Sam, and we'll all bug Daimon tomorrow." She chuckles at the idea.
Sara grins, "Yes, that sounds great. We can also watch our plan unfold."
"Well," Daisie started," We'll see. . . ."


The next morning, Daimon actually followed his word and got up early, dressed in his best bartender outfit, and left to Salerio's workplace; a male strip club, men and women both allowed in, but the homosexual males are most commonly seen in here. Daimon growled at the building before he entered. Luckily, it's still opening time so there's nothing to worry about as he walks in. That is, if you don't count Salerio.
"Oh, Babe! I knew you'd finally come to watch me!" Salerio runs over and purrs at the much smaller boy.
"Back your 6 foot 9 ass off, or I'm not protecting it." Daimon snaps at the orange haired man.
"Awe, you came to protect me? I knew you didn't want me dancing for other men," Salerio grins seductively.
Daimon glares, "No, I didn't want you molested by your boss; it's against the law for such things to happen. And I know, I'm not very law abiding, but as soon as it becomes sexually oriented, I care."
Salerio pauses, "You're worried about Carrie? He'd never do that to me-he's the nicest guy ever. Where'd you get that idea from?"
"What?" He shouts in shock, "You mean that you don't come home fearful because of him?"
"Wha? No. Never in my life."
Daimon's eyes narrow and he growls, "I'm going to shank her." The gray skinned man turns to leave.
"Awe, you're not already leaving are you? Come back and work with me! It'll be fun," Salerio's voice grows seductive.
Daimon's sighs, "Goddammit. Ugh, fine! But only because I already committed myself to it." He turns on Salerio, "Touch my ass, and you're dead." Daimon struts to his station angrily, hips rocking without his knowing.
Salerio leered at him as he moves along; enjoying the view.
"Sal! You need to get ready," a man steps from a room and holds out a new outfit for the orange haired man, "Also, don't get too distracted by your friend. They want your eyes on them not on him. If anything they'll put their eyes on him too."
The gray-skinned man squeaks out, "What!? No no no no no no no no NO! They do not get to touch me for fuck's sake!"
"Calm down, Son," the owner continues, "There's a no touch policy. They touch you, they get thrown out. Don't worry your pretty little self."
"Great, I still have the orange giant to worry about," Daimon sighs as he got to his station.


The day continued just as irritating as Daimon had suspected. He stayed angry and heartless to any customer who talked to him. Suddenly, a group walked into the bar and he nearly shot himself.
Sara rushes to the bar station, "Hey there. How was your day?"
"A clusterfuck of torture," the demonic man returns.
"Oh it's not that bad," she purrs.
"Yes it is; all the freaks at the bar think I want to hear their problems."
"You're the bartender, you're supposed to."
"Well fuck them, I don't care. And not only that but. . ." Daimon stops as he is cut off.
The orange haired man struts to a seat next to Sara and sits down, "Could I have a water, Sexy?"
"Can I shove it down your throat?" the gray skinned man spits out.
Salerio pouts, "Please could I have a water, it is your job."
Daimon sighs and gives him a water, rolling his eyes.
Daisie then follows over and sits at the bar, grinning at Daimon.
"No," he answers to what ever question she may have had.
She pouts as the next girl walked up, Sam. Sam sits on the other side of Sara, between Daisie and her.
The short bartender looks at the group before him and sighs, "What do you want for a drink?"
Sam calmly asks, "Could I have a strawberry daiquiri?"
"Oh, I'll have some of the German beer in the back!" Sara requests.
Daisie sighs, "I am not having anything alcoholic, so I'll take nothing."
Daimon easily gets the strawberry drink for Sam but then looks at Sara, "Sorry, but those drinks are up high. I'm kinda short."
"What if you got help from Sal?"
Salerio perks up, "I'd be happy to help."
The shorter man growls, "Hell no!" he stomps into the back area of the bar and can be seen climbing to grab the beer. He manages to reach up and take it down; nearly tossing it at Sara as he walks back, "There," he said, his voice teeming with anger.
The schemer pouts but begins to drink her beer, happy with that at least.
Daisie looks at Sam, "Didn't Samm come with us?"
"Yeah, but I have no idea where he wandered to," Sam sighs.
"Maybe he'll be mistaken for a wh. . ." Daimon jumps and squeaks.
Samm jumps up and appears next to Daimon behind the bar, "Do you have any tacos?" the taco obsessed boy asks.
The short man glares at the taller boy, "No, this is a bar. There are no tacos at a bar. Especially a male strip bar!" He reaches to the boy to throw him over the counter.
Samm somehow ended up vanishing before Daimon could grab him; leaving them dumbfounded.
Daimon shakes his head sadly and looks back to the group, "Can't you all just go away now?" he whines.
His sister answers, "Awe, why do you want us to leave already?"
"Because I hate life, and you four currently."
Sara pouts, "Well, I see we aren't wanted," she huffs and gets up.
Sam comments, "We're not seriously leaving yet, are we? I haven't even finished the drink. . . Nor have you."
She sighs, "Fine, we'll stay longer," she sits back down.
The gray skinned man rolls his eyes and looks at Salerio who is currently beaming at him. "What the fuck do you want?"
The taller man chuckles, "Just you of course," Salerio smirks.
The shorter man blushes and growls at him, "Why don't you get back to work?"
"But I'd much rather stay here instead of dance. I'm tired."
"You still have the rest of your shift and your 15 minute break is up so shoo," he waves him off.
Salerio whines out, "Fine," then gets up and goes back to work.
Daimon sighs and rolls his eyes, "God, just shoot me now."
Sara pops out her gun, "Okay!"
"Holy fuck!" Daimon ducks down, "I didn't mean literally!"
"Sorry, force of habit," she claimed.
After hours of the same banter, the group finally left Daimon alone with the rest of the bar mates and Salerio.

Sara, Sam, Samm, and Daisie decided to visit them again a week later; all getting a shocking difference of character.
Getting to the bar stools, they sat down, and before they could order, Daimon runs out of the back and places their previously ordered drinks before them.
"That's what you wanted, right?" he smiles oddly.
Sam pauses and stares at her drink before shrugging and starting to drink, "Yep, you got it right and with out being an ass about it."
Daimon glares, and pulls up the beer hose, "Don't make me use this."
She smiles mischievously, "Go ahead, and try it."
He readies the hose and is about to fire when Samm jumps up, "No! Violence is bad and Sam those words are not what you should use to talk to someone with. Or say ever."
Daimon sighs and shakes his head, not going to ask but behind the boy yelling at his sister he sticks his tongue out at her right as Salerio walks over.
"Awe, are you imagining me there?" he pokes fun at Daimon's tongue.
Daimon pauses, after a second or two he blushes and holds out a water, "Just take your water, please."
Salerio purrs, "You even said please. You sure you don't want me in bed with you right now?"
"No I don't, "He leans over the counter so he can be face to face, "Nor will I ever, you hear me?"
"Yeah I do, but I don't find your words convincing."
He huffs as a blush forms again.
Samm turns on them again, "Talking sexually isn't very clean either."
Sara spoke, "Dude, we're in a bar. Sexual talk is everywhere."
"That reminds me, you shouldn't be drinking, of age or not it's not healthy and going to the bar isn't either."
The gray skinned man rubs his head, "My god. Go home if you don't like it here."
"No, I can't," he began, "I have to watch Sam so that she doesn't do anything regretful."
He looks to Sam, "What the hell did you do to him?"
She answers with Samm commenting about swearing in the background, "We were watching a movie on TV and it got to a part about a heart felt speak of blah bleh blah so I fast forwarded it and this happened."
Daimon blinks, "Odd."
Salerio jumps up, not wanting to be forgotten, "Well, I have to get back to work. See you over there, lovely."
The smaller of them rolls his black eyes and looks away, hiding yet another blush.
Daisie and Sara look to each other and give a small high five; one that Daimon won't notice.
Sam tilts her head at that but is then bombarded by comments from Samm.