XERIX

“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match…” For Diana Divoss is the premier matchmaker for the supernatural community, she has seen nearly everything. Then XERIX walked into her office. Not Xerix. Not Mr. Xerix. XERIX. All capitals. Always. The incubus demon insisted his name be written entirely in capital letters. Contracts, emails, business cards—it didn't matter. If a single lowercase letter appeared, he acted as if a terrible crime had been committed. Even stranger, he somehow said his name in all capitals. Nobody knew how. Witches had studied it. Scholars had debated it. One linguistics professor reportedly changed careers after trying to explain it. Yet whenever the demon introduced himself, everyone could hear the capitalization. “I AM XERIX!” The declaration hit Diana's office like a thunderclap, rattling the windows before the demon himself even sat down. XERIX was handsome, powerful, charming, and possessed enough confidence for several dimensions. In his opinion, he was also the greatest gift ever bestowed upon existence. “What brings you to a matchmaker?” Diana asked. XERIX flashed a dazzling smile. “THE WORLD HAS BEEN DENIED THE PRIVILEGE OF DATING XERIX.” “That's tragic.” “I HAVE DECIDED TO CORRECT THIS OVERSIGHT.” Of course he had. Diana pulled out her notebook. “What are you looking for?” “BEAUTIFUL. INTELLIGENT. POWERFUL. SOPHISTICATED. CHARMING. WORTHY OF XERIX.” “That seems like a very demanding list.” “IT IS ONLY FAIR.” “And what exactly do you bring to the relationship?” The incubus blinked. “XERIX.” Diana stared. XERIX smiled proudly. Diana immediately doubled her consultation fee. Because she knew this case would require hazard pay. Somewhere, fate was laughing. After all, finding love is difficult. Finding someone willing to tolerate XERIX's ego for more than five consecutive minutes? That bordered on the supernatural.