Hell Hath No Fury

Hell Hath No Fury Chapter Fifteen
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *more glomps * So this is almost done… wheee… about five more days to go. Then ADASN…


Logan closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to visualize pushing all of the stress out with the exhalation. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “Look, Chuck, this ain’t gonna work.” He pushed himself away from the table and stood, shaking his head. “It’s impossible.”
“To believe he could be part demon or to believe in demons?” Professor Xavier questioned lightly, steepling his fingers. “Considering the people you have surrounded yourself with, is that really such a logistical leap?”
Logan snorted. “Mutants I can explain. Demons… uh uh…. Can’t happen.” He yanked open the door to the refrigerator and retrieved a beer, one of the last of the case after Hellboy had availed himself of a few bottles. “And I don’t like Half Pint being there with ‘em.”
The Professor smiled faintly. “They’re a very well known group in some circles and I have complete trust in them. I’ve spoken with Abe several times and Kitty is settling in. She’s not going to be gone forever, Logan,” he added, not willing to touch directly on the other man’s paternal concern but leaving it open for discussion.
“Yeah, well,” he muttered, pausing to take a long draught of his beer. “I still don’t like her being there. Demons! Next thing you know, they’re gonna tell us there’s an alien empire and they have a thing for mutants…” He snorted at the very idea. “Or that I’ve got a female counterpart.”
Professor Xavier raised a brow. “Logan, I appreciate your apprehension and the uncertainty you must be feeling but from everything I have been shown by Abe and Hellboy and from Kurt himself… It is certain. Kurt is half demon.”
“It’s impossible,” Logan snarled, finally losing his temper, slamming his bottle of beer down on the table. “There’s no such thing as demons!”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because there’s no such thing as…” Logan stopped and closed his eyes. “Fuck it. I’m going to the Danger Room.”
Professor Xavier pinched the bridge of his noise in consternation as Logan stormed from the room. He did not want to get into a theological argument with the man but he was sorely tempted. He schooled his features into a semblance of order as Jean entered, looking somewhere between amused and troubled. “It’s very late, Jean,” he said quietly, raising a brow as she took up the seat opposite him.
“Logan’s in a mood,” she said, choosing not to reply to his statement. “Nearly ran me over in the hall.” She picked up the slightly bent cap from the bottle of beer and turned it over in her hands. “Is it because of Kitty going with Kurt?”
“Ah, that’s part of it…” He smiled and took the beer cap from her hands. “You know you’re a high projector when you’re upset, Jean.”
She sighed in agitation and nodded. “I’m just confused is all. I don’t understand what this whole demon thing is… I mean, I’m vaguely Episcopalian but this never came up in Sunday school!” She looked slightly sheepish. “I guess you’re going to tell me there’s more things on heaven and earth and all that, aren’t you?”
“No,” he replied, still smiling kindly. “But I am going to tell you it’s almost one in the morning and you have school tomorrow. Try and get some sleep, Jean.”
She groaned and stood, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’ll be so glad when senior year is done!”
“I’ll remind you of that during freshman year of college!” he called after her, chuckling to himself. It was not a conventional life, not even the life he had planned when he was a young man and after he lost the use of his legs, but he loved it. He sighed and pushed away from the table, deciding it was high time he went to bed as well, but stopped as he turned to face the door. He could not see them, but he knew someone was there. He waited, holding his breath, listening for some sound. He knew it was not one of the younger students—they would have giggled by now. It was not Logan or Beast, either. He could not get a read off of them, whoever it was. “Hello?” he finally murmured. _*Hello? *_
“My son,” a low, soft voice came from the darkness. “Where is he?”
Professor Xavier swallowed, staring into the darkness, fear unaccountably rising in his breast. “Please come into the light. I don’t mind visitors but you, sir, are a stranger and an intruder. Show yourself and we can speak. Otherwise, you have one minute before I call the police.” His fingers tightened on his wheel rails, ready to move towards the phone.
The shadows shifted and resolved into a form, the edges blurred but darker than the shadows around them. “My son,” the voice said again, “was here. Where is he now?”
“Who is your son?” he asked mildly, knowing full and well who he meant. “Are you sure he was here?”
“My son… you call him Kurt.” He sounded agitated, angry even. “Tell me where he is or I will have to find out the hard way.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you where he is.” Professor Xavier barely got the words from his mouth when he felt the cold sweep over him and blackness descend.
“This,” Azazel hissed, “is the hard way.”