Naming Demons five

It was his favorite time of night, and he was in his favorite place. He laid on his back, stretched out his toes and moved a lock of her curly red hair out of his face. He looked up at the flat screen monitor mounted on the canopy of the bed that was playing some footage he took a couple weeks ago of his wife, and their raven haired nanny playing with the children in the park. he hit a button on the remote and the monitor slid down the canopy of the bed to move close to the foot of the bed, so he could look out the skylight.
    He thought the removal of the mirrors from the canopy of the bed was one of the many happy compromises that resulted from his marriage, besides the 4 high definition cameras he sneaked in and link to the monitor, and a hard-drive in the control room were much more elegant. She referred to the extensive use of mirrors around the room as "very creepy and vaguely sinful."
     He rolled his head to the side and kissed her sleeping brow as he though how he built this large octagonal room a veritable laboratory of seduction for an innumerable number of women, but that it ended up being completely changed by just one. the full bar now featured coffee and protein drinks. the heavy use of mirrors was replaced with a multimedia projection center that incorporated karaoke. She liked the cherubs, and the baby grand so they stayed. 
     Another thing that made their marriage work his wife's unique ability to sleep like a rock unfettered by a guilty conscious. In contrast her spouse only needed an hour sleep a day. He would periodically tease her about having an electronic timer wired into her brain stem. Even 7 months into her second pregnancy she was relatively hard to stir. Once he set his drum kit up a couple yards from the bed, and it still took her a couple minutes to stir after he began a poor gene krupa impersonation just to see what it would take. 
     He played with two remotes and a couple panels slid down to reveal a large tropical aquarium, while a couple more panels moved random colors in time with a string quartet that started playing as the round water-bed silently rotated. He moved his hand down her body to see if he could feel the babies move.  in a few moments the low illumination in the room dimmed to complete blackness, and the music changed to a quiet jazz samba. Long stringy limbs of solidified darkness reached out and caressed max as a velvet, voluptuous, amorphous form took the shape of a woman laying against him on the opposite side of his wife. MAX looked at the glowing buttons on the remote and moved the monitor back up.

"Did you get the kids put to sleep?" he silently communicated to her through her warm touch as he rewound the video. 
     " Yes I read them the story about the owl and the frog. Orchid doesn't seem as nervous now."
     "This is the footage from our trip to the park." he moved his arm with the remote around the demons who rested her white face on his chest. They laid silently watching the screen for a few moments smiling. she elongated her neck and moved her head so it hovered between max and the monitor,  as the footage changed to older shots of the children. "Master, I had a couple questions about the night you killed Ivtxo."
"what was the deal with the pen you killed him with."
"Let me Give you a little background. I started to tell you the other day, in a sense there were really two marriages to Stacy. She admitted to me some time ago that she knew after a couple months of dating that we were going to eventually get married, but that she wanted to wait until she was more comfortable that I wasn't going to repeat my history with her. Then she came to think that I would go insane if we didn't consummate, and she didn't want a crazy husband, so she took a risk a got married a little earlier." 
     “Then later on around the time we renewed our vows it was the second marriage where where there was much more trust and security. Anyway, I am sure you remember me coming to you blubbering about the rocky early days."
     "So just to condense the story a little one of the things I did to " earn" the second marriage was join the catholic church, and contributed over 12 million dollars to different projects."
     "Like any business the salvation trade has to take care of it's best customers, so I made some connections, and was ultimately given access to some artifacts from the Vatican vault."

"I brought the pen to help seal the deal and liberate twist, having been told you had been promoted to another dimension. The point I stabbed the demon with is an ivory point carved from the knee bone of a grade- A saint, some African Martyr.. I forget the name. The other end was an uneven bronze tube that you would use to prick yourself and draw blood, and all together you would use the whole thing to sign a binding blood oath. I wanted to show him I was going to hold up my end of the bargain if he released twist to me. I never suspected it would become as useful as it did."
    he moved his arm and reached up to caress the demon's chin.. looking into her eyes "looks like you are hungry. what is your other question?"

"What did you see when you were using the skull?"

    Max breathed hard and paused "Well you better feed off me directly tonight, baby. The blood loss will probably help me get that story out." The ever shifting demoness sunk her fangs into his out stretched wrist as he began 

     The transition left he jarred He caught his flares on the bar, falling down on the cement by the pool. He could see numerous blurs of colorful motion moving to the sounds of the Grand funk railroad. he wasn't sure if he hired the light show or the drugs were digging in--could have been both. He scrambled up with a strange chemical grace and flung his leisure suit jacket into the shimmering sparkling hyper blue of the pool. then tore off his silk shirt and roared with a mad joy.

Timothy Leary was right about drugs expanding the mind and making new neural connections. In the case of Max Patski he was even a prophet.  The next thing He could remember is her small frame struggling to pull him up the stairs, and propping him up against the foot of the bed. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up then struggled to crawl out to the deck, pulling himself up so his head could peek over the edge. he massaged his temple and began sending his pain and hangover out to the remaining party goers laying in various positions of compromise below, a little to each. With in three minutes he was completely sober.

Parts of a drum kit, and a borrowed stage light were in the pool, and the sound of retching had increased from below, as people began to stir. He looked out at the bite marks and tried to figure out what was written in lipstick all over his arms and chest. she had laid his suit out on the bed. 
 " You going to be late for another shoot, Max." she said weakly.

" I knew I had crossed a line with her. leaving her to clean up after dozens of stoned left-overs alone again. after shooting was done Lucy came into my dressing room, and burst into tears before she could say "I quit". The hug became a kiss that became a good hour on the sofa. It was for the best anyway, I had been noticing Her more over the past few months. She had the right combination of beauty, blind loyalty and selective vision. what followed were a happy couple of years for me. the bills got paid on time. there was always fresh dry-cleaning. I had most all of my freedom as long as I saved " our bed for us. I didn't even mind when she earned a engagement ring on her finger."

Lucy stood above him shaking screaming and crying as her make-up ran down her face, but all Max could hear was the veins throbbing in his head. " I was shocked and angry to see her like that. She had no idea what a hang over was. at best she would do a small cocktail after meeting a celebrity. Some black part of my mind wanted to teach her, so I flung the sum of the pain and intoxication at her from my mind."
     Lucy staggered down the stairs. Max moved the arms of the triplets from Denmark off his chest, and thought only to throw on a bathrobe, as he realized he had been with the women in the bed he had promised only toher.
     He leaped down the stairs. he found her face down in the pool with a twisted arm, and blood running down her nose. Max's mind, still heightened and looking for increased stimulation felt the last heartbeats of the two new lives growing inside her now lifeless body. He beautiful blues eyes has now become the Grey eyes that haunted him. 

The bronze hands Retracted their needles and fell suddenly lifeless into Max's lap Leaving long trickles of blood down his chest and stomach. 

The female demon still cradling his trembling form asked frantically "Did you get your name Max?"

"Mr. Grey" he hoarsely sputtered out.

Towering over Max was the great demon Ixtal. He stood 12 feet tall from the ground to the top of his large stag-like antlers. His head resembled a cow's skull with 2 glowing orbs in each eye socket. the rest of his body was wrapped in a long dark green robe.
He was rumored to be far more ancient the the lord Max had just slain.