Chapter 4 (1/2)
There’s no turning back
When they finally made their way back to the bar, Feisha noticed some new…organisms.
Other than Hughes, Jin and Asa, all of whom he’d already met, there was also a dwarf with a face full of wrinkles, a beautiful redhead faerie –this was deduced from his pointy ears– and a reclusive-looking young man with brown, curly long hair. The reason for this assumption was because he sat a full ten metres away from everyone else.
“Is this all the staff that work here?”
“We welcome your addition to the team.”
Feisha felt compelled to give a little advice. “Have you considered not putting the word ‘Hotel’ on your recruitment ads and calling this place a hostel instead?”
“Would you apply for this job if that were the case?” asked Isefel.
“No.” He wouldn’t touch this place with a ten-foot pole.
“That’s why I haven’t considered it.”
This guy’s a serial scammer, Feisha decided.
Through Hughes’ introductions, he finally understood the overall structure of the hotel.
The invisible person, Hughes: In charge of room management. Reason being that he can clean rooms without anyone noticing, and therefore avoid disrupting the guests.
Feisha’s thoughts: So guests might have a naked, invisible man walking around their room at any given time?
The titan, Asakritos: Head of security. He has the most imposing figure, and the loudest voice.
Feisha’s thoughts: The presence of Asa was a good decision, daylight robbery needs to employ some intimidation tactics.
The vampire, Gin: Waiter and bartender.
Feisha’s thoughts: He’s never going to drink anything here other than pure, clear water.
The faerie, Dea: Sales manager.
Feisha’s thoughts: Man, this guy’s appearance really appeals to both male and female alike.
The dwarf, Layton: Engineering and repairs manager.
Feisha’s thoughts: No wonder the dwarfs in fantasy novels all excel in forging weapons and fortification, there’s actually a basis for the stereotype.
The werewolf, Antonio: Head chef.
Feisha’s thoughts: Chef’s recommendations must be barbeque, smoked meat, roast meat…
The fallen angel, Isefel: CEO.
Feisha’s thoughts: It makes sense, because with his wings he can oversee the widest range out of everyone.
The human, Feisha Shi: Front desk manager.
Feisha’s thoughts: It’d better if he didn’t think about this one.
“Uh, can I ask a quick question?”
“You may,” Hughes answered, smiling softly.
“Isn’t this hotel made up of a representative from each world?” Feisha looked around. “Why isn’t there a representative for God?”
Fallen angels would represent Hell, right?
Arm wound tightly around Hughes’ waist, Gin laughed as he buried his nose into Hughes’ neck. “God is the creator of this hotel and can take it back at any second if he wishes to. Why would he need a representative?”
So he’s the chairman, basically. The links in the chain clicked into place and Feisha could at last grasp the hierarchy.
The dark brown, curly long haired reclusive werewolf Antonio finally had enough and got off the chair ten metres away from the rest of them.
“Are you guys done? If you are I’ll be taking a nap,” Antonio said, coolly flipping his hair over his shoulder.
“You can’t,” Gin said innocently, chin propped up on Hughes’ shoulder. “I’m hungry.”
Antonio was about to rip out his hair from frustration. “Didn’t you just eat!?”
“It’s all been digested.” Gin looked at Antonio innocently.
“I’m going to shove a block of concrete up your ass,” Antonio spat.
“Idiot, the organ that digests food is the stomach. My ass is used for other things,” Gin said as he stroked Hughes’ face and playfully blew on it. “Isn’t that right, darling?”
Hughes’ face turned a little bit red as he turned away, embarrassed.
“There are people watching,” he murmured.
Gin turned to Feisha. “You there, turn around.”
Feisha was offended. “Why only me? Everyone else is watching as well.”
“Because they’re not people.”
“…”
This is blatant racism, thought Feisha as he turned around. Isefel took a ruby brooch out of his pocket and handed it to Feisha.
“What is this?” Feisha took it off his hands.
“Communication device.”
Turning the brooch in his hands, Feisha asked, “Where are the buttons?”
“There are none.”
“Then how do I choose who to talk to?”
“You can’t.”
“…” Feisha was confused. “Then what’s the point of having this thing?”
“To receive my instructions,” Isefel stated plainly.
The brooch was swiftly thrown away.
“It’s worth twenty-two thousand dollars.”
The brooch was swiftly recovered. Feisha turned his hand so that his palm faced upwards. “Do you happen to have any more good stuff you wanna give me?”
“I’ll take you to your room.” Isefel turned around and started walking away.
Feisha suddenly remember something important and called out to Antonio, who looked on the verge of homicide at Gin’s constant bothering. “I’m also hungry.”
Antonio didn’t even turn around. “Do you want to eat raw pork brain or raw beef tenderloin?”
Feisha swiftly ran after Isefel.
Feisha knew that the hotel was big, but not this big. He leaned on the railing, looking upwards.
“How tall is this thing?”
“Infinitely tall.”