If samhain and/or Halloween was the traditional holiday of the fiends in Western culture, the spring solstice was exactly the opposite. Which was to say that there was probably just as much candy exchanging hands, merriment being made, and just as much kinky sex being had as on the nights when the spirits of the dead were closest to the Earth. In spring, it was just a matter of potential life being the cause for celebration, in every sense of the term possible. Being the son of a farmer Stephen had a personal appreciation for both, though he tended to lean toward preferring harvest season because at least after harvest he got to sit on his ass all winter as a teenager, whereas spring celebrations usually meant only the very beginning of long working summers.
Now that he no longer had to worry about seeding, he leaned more toward preferring spring, especially because the demons got up to a whole lot less when people were so damn happy that winter was finally over. Some of them even took the creation of new life as a personal insult, and would seasonally bitch to him about how all the fertility spirits were causing them to lose sleep or gain weight any other equally ludicrous claim to pass the time.
Stephen still found it hilarious, if mildly annoying. But in the grand scheme of things considerably less annoying than the possessions, bad ouija summonings, and other bullshit that tended to result from all the American pop fiction interpretations of Halloween. Some of which actually did shit, but while most didn’t, there was no shortage of dark spirits willing to make due with even the smallest and most febrile of opportunities.
Come springtime, the only opportunities they could bank on for the season were spurned lovers after Valentine’s Day, and a standing (though never established) permission to annoy the Sorcerer Supreme about their inconveniences.
So when he opened the door to find any sort of demon on his stoop in and around springtime, he may have been biased in assuming the reason for their visits. Short of it being Daimon Hellstrom, he wasn’t often wrong and so had never had much grounds to reconsider his chronic springtime allergy to demonic bellyaching.
“Look, frankly, if you’re here to complain about noisy neighbors in the mythical beings community, you’re just going to have to deal with the springtime revelers like the rest of us. If you’re really looking for peace and quiet, at this time of year Hell is actually probably your better bet.” He let one arm hang loose at his side, the other hand resting unimpressed at his hip. He wasn’t exactly barring entrance into the Sanctum, but he wasn’t outright welcoming it either. He’d made that mistake once last spring, and the house had been furious with him for more than a week for accidentally letting in a banshee who didn’t understand that “not no” didn’t also mean “yes.”
“Or have you got some actual business for me that doesn’t involve a particular seasonal complaint?”
he avoided holiday’s like the plague; it didn’t matter what one it was. they all seemed to blend in together with people singing songs or worse… wanting him to join in. it was to that very reason the demon normally locked himself away in a hotel room with the thermostat close to minus five celsius.
sure, it was colder than most humans would enjoy, but he wasn’t human. not entirely at least and the cold ( for the most part ) was a way to calm him down. not to say it helped much, but it worked wonders when the entire world wanted to be too cheerful for his liking.
though, it didn’t matter now – this wasn’t a simple normal day where he could hide away from his problems. if it was, he wouldn’t even be here, and just maybe he would have been at a bar drinking down the best alcohol money could buy this side of the world.
“yeah, about that,” a pause. “hell’s out of the question.” instead of elaborating, ky started to make his way forward. “a reason to why i’m here.” it wasn’t the only reason, but it was one of the few primary one’s. “see, i wouldn’t complain about noisy neighbors. i would just kill them… slowly.” then again, he doubted that the one he was speaking with would want to hear that.
a reason to why he shifted the subject as quickly as he could by giving a shrug. “either way, this isn’t about seasons, the time change, or people wanting to force me to ‘give into love of jesus’.” he could have gone on, but decided not to as his arms slid behind his back. “this is more of… business that is best spoken behind closed doors.”
Hellfirebound 