Chief Petty Officer Bilbrey looked up from his paperwork, appraising the composed young man standing at parade rest in front of his desk. The fellow was either Navy mad and thought standing like that would impress, or there was some form of training in his background.
Clearing his throat, the chief started the standard line of questions.
"Name?"
"Theodopholus Alexander, but I go by Theo when it is appropriate."
Bilbrey paused, then looked more closely at the youngster's face. An almost invisible nod and a slight narrowing of the eyes precluded the next question.
"Would you be one of Those Alexanders?"
There was a brief hesitation, more a change of mental gears than a thing of the clock.
"Yes, Chief. Technically, I am Lord Alexander... The Navy is, after all, a family tradition, especially for younger sons."
Nodding briskly, Bilbrey continued.
"Your age?"
"Twenty one as of yesterday."
A cocked eyebrow accompanied the question, "Will you be listing Earl Stirling as next of kin?"
Theo nodded. "I will, and, yes, my father knows I am here."
The paperwork continued, citing military school, participation in team sports, and all the other humdrum that make up a human life.
We all have an Angelic and a Demonic side. Use of them determines good or evil in the end.