"Excuse me, what?" Akachi asked.

Jasoslav raised an eyebrow. "He's your son?"

Zephyria nodded. "Yeah."

"Does he know that?" Jasoslav gestured to the door.

"No. He wouldn't," Zephyria then slowly started towards the door and opened it.

The light from the room cascaded onto Lukyan's face and onto the floor around him. "Miss Xenakis! I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude! I should get going." Lukyan turned away and started in the direction of the staircase.

"Oooo aaa~" Zephyria began.

Lukyan turned around. "Actually, on second thought maybe I'll stay." Then he looked around and blinked couple of times in disbelief. "Did you just psychic lobotomy me?"

"No~" Zephyria trailed off.

"Psychic lobotomy?" Jasoslav asked, confused.

"Siren hypnosis," Zephyria and Lukyan both said in unison.

"That works on other sirens?" Akachi questioned, his head cocked to the side.

"Well," Lukyan began trailing off. "That's never worked for me, but I'd assume it works for Miss Xenakis since she's the eldest and most powerful siren."

"Pretty much," Zephyria responded.

Akachi seemed like he was deep in thought for a little bit--like he was cataloguing what he had just learned in his supernatural creature filing cabinet in his mind. Then the werewolf smiled. "Okay. Jason. Luka. How about we go back to the lobby of the bar? There's bound to be some more cool shit to see."

Jasoslav smiled back at Akachi. "I'm down." Both he and Akachi gazed toward Lukyan. "What do you say?"

Lukyan sighed. "Sure. Why the hell not."

Akachi then laughed before bouncing up and down the slightest bit. He raced to the staircase. He beckoned Jasoslav and Lukyan over. "Come on! Let's go!"

The other two went to go forward, but then Zephyria asked, "Do you mind if I tag along?"

"Don't you have a concert to finish?" Lukyan asked.

"I'm sure one of the other talented artists wouldn't mind performing in my place," Zephyria commented.

Lukyan and Jasoslav exchanged a silent glance before directing their gazes back to Zephyria.

"Okay," Jasoslav told her. "You can tag along for a little bit."

Zephyria smiled. "Thank you."

"Come on!" Akachi excitedly shouted once again, waving his whole arm to beckon them up the stairs.

 Jasoslav, Lukyan and Zephyria followed Akachi up the stairs and back into the lobby of the bar. 

It was crowded. No. Crowded was an understatement. It was packed full.

"They're probably all here for Zephyria," Jasoslav commented.

"Yeah," Lukyan whispered back, "They're gonna be in for a surprise when they find out she's not gonna perform."

"Zephyria!" One excited monster shouted.

"There she is!" Another shouted.

"Yaaaas queen!"

As more paranormal creatures got closer to the celebrity, Zephyria inched herself closer to Lukyan almost in a protective motion.

"Who you got there, Xenakis?" A skin-walker reporter asked.

Zephyria ignored the question. She moved closer to Lukyan. Then, she did something Lukyan never saw coming in a thousand years. She grabbed a hold of his hand.

Lukyan's white-ish silver eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. His face started to flush red-ish pink with embarrassment. He looked over to Jasoslav.

"Are you good?" Jasoslav asked, almost in a laughing tone.

Lukyan shuttered and then whispered to Jasoslav, "Who knew my idol could be such a creep?"

Jasoslav shrugged. "Well, you're a young siren. She's an elder siren. Of course she's gonna try to protect her own kind."

Lukyan then sighed.

The group came to a halt due to how packed the bar was.

In front of the group was a man in a nicely tailored suit as well as a blonde girl about eighteen years in age.

"Hey, could you two please move?" Akachi asked the people.

The two people in front of the group turned to face them.

The man smiled. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I was just so busy talking to my daughter, Bohdana Romanova." He gestured to the girl beside him. "It's her first time in Aexiazan."

"Don't be nervous," Jasoslav began, looking toward Bohdana. "This my first time in Aexiazan too. Matter of fact, this is my first time ever in Hell."

The man laughed slightly. "Your first time in Hell you say?"

Jasoslav turned to face the man. He nodded. "Yep. My half-sister, Pagan, decided I could tag along."

The man eyed Jasoslav. "Your sister wouldn't happen to be named Pagan Shevchenko, would she?"

"Yeah, actually," Jasoslav responded.

"My dear boy, what's your name?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"J-Jasoslav Sklairov, sir," Jasoslav stammered.

The man's eyes grew wide. "Well, I'll be damned!"

"Huh?" Jasoslav sounded confused.

The man smiled again. "Hello, Jasoslav. I'm Zorkoth Doubek, your uncle."