Devin Marshall didn’t know why he’d been brought on this stupid trip by his stupid parents. Glowering through the entire check-in process, the redheaded nineteen-year-old was wishing he was anywhere – even back at college – than here. His stepdad and his mom had insisted they take a family vacation together to celebrate Devin’s younger brother, Garret, graduating High School. When Devin had pointed out that he hadn’t gotten any such vacation for his graduation, he was told it was because Garret had been valedictorian.
Of course, once again, Devin found himself playing second-fiddle to his younger nerdy brother. While Devin stood a sturdy six foot, five and was teeming with muscle from years of playing football and soccer, Garret stood barely five and a half feet tall, and looked as if a stiff wind would blow him over. His younger brother had been king of the geeks in high school, and had always wanted to go to Greece to explore its history – a prospect that made Devin practically gag on his own tongue. With his arms folded irritably across his chest, he tromped behind the rest of his family to their suite, trying to find something to hate about everything he passed. Garret, in contrast to his older brother, was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he headed down the corridor towards their room. Despite being so much shorter than his older brother, and not particularly athletic, Garret wasn't unattractive: curly, red hair and wispy, thin facial hair with ice-blue eyes and a lean yet not unattractive body (blessed with a round, perfect bubble butt) helped to make him a perfectly fuckable ginger twink - not that he'd come out to his elder brother Devin, that is.
Even as the Marshalls had been checking in, Devin had already caught the eye of some of the more… interesting residents of the resort. From behind a pillar in the lobby, Anicetus, formerly named ‘Derrick,’ had watched Devin and his family arrive with interest, his thick blond hair a mess of curls and tangles, his bright blue eyes focused on the large redhead. He reminded him, in some ways, of his father – Heracles. Despite having only been his Godly self for two days, his mind was struggling to remember his former life – overwhelmed by the pleasures of living as a Young God. As the Marshalls had headed up the stairs, Anicetus had emerged from behind his pillar, grinning eagerly. Dressed in a white tunic with golden trim along its sleeves and hems, with Grecian sandals laced up his calves, he looked every bit the mischievous Young Greek God he had become as he sped up the stairs after the Marshalls, determined to keep eyes on Devin – and try and find a way to lure him in to agreeing to become Alexiares.
Darting down the corridor that their room was in, Anicetus halted outside their door, wetting his lips slightly as he glanced down the hallway - to where a black-haired man had just stumbled out of his room - clutching at his head as horns grew in and his legs grew a coating of pure black fur. Laughing - a bright, eager laugh - at the man becoming a Satyr, Anicetus decided it would be better if he tried to find the large redhead alone rather than trying to lure him from his family.