Hugo did a bad thing - entry to the weekend freewrite by @mariannewest

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The red liquid looked like blood. But I couldn't be sure - and who has blood in a glass on the table? in this kind of heat! Yuck- it was going to turn rancid and smell. No self respecting Vampire would just waste life force like that it had to be one of those wannabe vamps that were sprouting up like the plague. Ever since the magical world went mainstream the sheer amount of posers went through the roof. You could spot them in a few seconds, well most of them. Bad makeup over dramatic gestures and of course the smell.

Humans just smelled, and most of them badly. There is a good reason I carry a vial of rose water if the “smell” becomes to much to handle. The room was empty I called for Hugo who had sent me the address via text. Hugo loved flowers and everyone knew this. The room was full of them lilacs, lilies, roses peonies, bouquet after bouquet in vases all over the room. He said it was because there were none in hell and that when he had moved earth side they were the first miracle the first thing of beauty he had ever seen. For a demon he could be quite sentimental and loved rituals to the point of obsession. If this was his place who did the blood belong to, another one of his playthings ? He did love himself the drama students fresh off the boat, so to speak.

I called out again “Hugo? You have better had a very good reason to pull me away from that perfect piece of pie I was about to consume at the cafe. Where are you big guy ? “ I found him in the bedroom hugging the lifeless form of a human. The kid couldn’t have been older than 19 or 20 maybe even younger. He fit Hugo’s usual pleasure boy profile, androgynous features, large eyes with a large supple mouth. Hugo's big hands softly caressed the boys face, he was in tears. “ I did not mean to scare him like this. He said he loved the netherworld. I told him I was a demon, he told me to show my true self - so I did… his heart stoped, just like that. What do I do ?!” he wailed. Crying is bliss for some people but Hugo was genuinely heart-broken. “ You are an angel Raziel, you can do something- right?!” he said, his deep bass of a voice quivering as he looked at me like a child begging for a happy ending to a fairytale. “How many times Hugo, have I told you that humans seldom mean what they say. The kid was a wannabe Vamp, do you really think he realised you were a real demon? " I answered. Hugo hung his head, I softly patted him on the back. “It's OK you big goof. Move over and let me se what I can do”.

Writing notes:

This is my entry to the 5 min freewrite of @mariannewest this weekend they are doing something different 3 prompts a 5 minutes so 15 min total

prompt one is - “ The red liquid looked like blood. But she couldn't be sure - and who has blood in a glass on the table?”

Prompt two is “ Hugo loved flowers and everyone knew this”.

prompt three is “ crying is bliss”

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_{(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)}

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_{art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics}

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