"Rena, I don’t want to deal with your obscene requests," A large man with dark eyes snapped.
He was tall. Very tall with dark skin that made his appearance even more daunting. His eyes were dark and hooded; his eye sockets were blacker than black. Large horns protruded from his forehead and curved back along his head to skin the top of his pointed ears.
"I refuse to stay in this house with my son!" Sneered a red headed woman from across the coffee table. "I don’t trust you, Hamlet. Especially not with my son, whom you do not approve of!"
The demon God, Hamlet, rose from his seat, pointed teeth bared and fists clenched.
"He is a child you conceived with another man!" He hissed. "How am I supposed to approve?"
"You told me personally that i was not your mate, did you not?"
"Then why is it acceptable for you to move on but not I?"
"Watch your tone, mortal," Hamlet growled.
"I’m still trying to understand how my actions are worse than you whoring around!"