Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen. The sounds of people screaming out was all that he could hear; the sound of it was deafening. Blistering, raging heat was on his skin. He and everyone else in this place would never grow used to this pain, and would continue to scream out, begging for the end of it. Hell is his home. He had neither died nor been born. The demon himself was screaming out in pain. He suddenly felt a tugging all over his body. He started to hear a whooshing sound slowly building in his ears.
Something that he has never felt went across his skin. As his eyes struggled to adjust to the light, he saw someone standing in front of him. Is this the one that had created me? The demon had heard that he had been in Hell, but nobody has ever seen him; nobody has even heard him. His creator used to be an angel named Lucifer, but then he fell when he desired to be as God. He was then cast out of Heaven, and then Hell was created as his place of punishment.
“Welcome to Earth. I am the man that has summoned you.”
That was what happened. I had been summoned out of the depths of Hell. He looked at the man. His hair was short, and he was wearing the things known as clothes. They were black. His bright cornflower blue eyes shined out at him.
“What be your name, oh great summoner?” He asked the man.
“You may call me father. From this point on you are to be known as William. You are to act as my adoptive son.”
He looked at this man. He liked the name that he had for him. Standing up and looking around, William noticed that strange markings adorned the floor surrounding him. Five lines were arranged in a circle, and some strange symbols were inside the circle. He tried to move toward the man that had wanted William to call him father, but a barrier halted his advancement.
“You want me to call you father, yet you hold me captive in a devil’s trap. Release me and I shall allow you to live. Better yet, I’ll give you a deal that goes past the limit.” What am I saying? Deals? Devil’s traps? How do I know about these?
“How many years are you talking?” He asked William.
“Fourteen years; your deal will last fourteen years if you set me free.”
“Alright, fourteen years until our deal comes to a close will do,” the man said.
“What do you want then? Youth? Fame? Fortune...? A bigger dick?”
“No. I want a son, and I wish for my son to be you.”
“No,” William said. “Surely there must be something else that you want.” The man shook his head, turned, and started to walk away.
“Then stand here for a long time. I’ll summon someone else to make my deal with.”
“Wait!” William said. Endless pain and suffering, or one measly deal? Surely a deal would be more bearable.
The man turned back around. This would be the first deal that William would ever make, so he decided to grant him what he wished.
“You’ve got a deal.”
“So, what do I do now? Sign a contract in blood?” The man asked.
“No, we seal the deal with a kiss,” William responded. Wait, a kiss? Really? How do I even know this? The man was at first hesitant, but then he moved his foot to break the trap. William stepped out and kissed him; their deal was sealed.
For two days the man he now knows as George teaches him of the world and his new surroundings. There's still much to learn, but he's aware of more like the floor being made of a type of wood called mahogany, and the walls being a light shade of a color called red. The furniture in the room is made of the same material as the floor George has told of, and have been hand carved with beautiful patterns as he put it. Under no circumstance is he to break these pointlessly intricate furnishings.
A large reflective surface in the room has captured more of his interest than the chairs however. The mirror, George had called it, reflected his own image back to him. How odd it was to see his own face, never having known what it looked like in the darkness he was accustomed too. Now he wanted to memorize it, the short strands of black hair, tinted another shade of red at the ends, the contrasting green of his eyes, his squared off jaw. He had been told by a maid that he was a 'handsome young lad.'
“So why did you want a demon for a son George?”
“I didn’t; not at first. While in prison I had found out that demons can do certain things, such as kill people without actually using their hands.”
“Yes we can.” The only thing stopping me from killing you right now is our deal. William thought. “What’s prison, and how did you even find out about demons to begin with?”
“Prison is a place where people that break laws, which are rules, are sent by the police, who are people that make sure that those rules are being carried out. I found out about demons from one of my old cell mates.”
“Then what were you sent to prison for George?”
“A long time ago I had a wife named Beth. I had wanted children, and she didn’t. Overcome with rage at hearing that she didn’t wish to have children I decided to kill her by stabbing her to death.”
“Ah, I see,” William says, looking at George with a mixture of both amusement and admiration. George then has a cat brought out.
“What’s the cat for George?” William asked.
“I want to see if your kind really can kill without the use of your hands.”
At this William frowns.
“As you wish, I guess.” It’ll show him that I’m not one to mess with. William raised one of his hands, and without actually touching the feline, had disemboweled the poor creature.
“Good, because there’s some people that I want you to kill for me,” George said after recovering from the sight of the animal’s death. He reached into his pocket, and handed William a list. He grabbed it from him and unfolded it. He looked up at George.
“Why do you want them dead?”
“They have all wronged me in one way or another, and I am a very vengeful man.”
William smirked at this.
“Then you lied to me. You didn’t want me as your son, you wanted me to be your hired gun. The deal is null and void now, George,” William stood up and went to kill him.
“Actually, I wasn’t lying. I did want you as my son, but yes, I also wanted you to kill for me. Whether or not you decide to kill these people for me is up to you.”
“Oh, so that wasn’t part of the deal, because you wanted it to be my choice.”
“Yes William, I did.”
William sat there, smiling.
“Very well. I shall kill these people for you,” his smile broadened.
“There is a slight catch though.”
“And what would that be?” William asked.
“Some of them are hunters, and some of them have powers. I found this out by hiring someone to watch them.”
“So where do I begin?” William asked him.
“Go in order if you want to, I guess.”
“Very well.”
George reached for a bell and rang it. Someone walked into the room. An anguished cry came out of the teal haired man that entered the room, his hands gripping locks of hair as his eyes locked on what remained of the creature in the center of the room. The blonde woman entering behind him seemed just as shocked, but turned away from the sight.
“What the hell did you do to my cat, George,” He screamed.
“I told you to keep that thing out of my garden or I’d do something about it,” George pointed out.
“He pissed on your pansies so you gutted him,” the man continued to shout.
“I’ll get you a new cat,” George grumbled. “William, this person will be assisting you.”
“No, George. I work alone. Besides, I’m more of a dog person,” William grinned at the sharp glare he received.
The brightly colored man strode forward tucking his glasses into the pocket inside his vest with a string of curses. An arm swung up to lash at William, but was caught by George.
“Enough,” he whispered sharply. “I told him to do it.”
William smirked at the movement. A dark look came into his eyes. “Look at the little pathetic worm mourn his precious pussy,” he laughs.
“George, if you don’t let me go right this second your ass is going to be meeting the wall,” the young man warned.
“I did not bring you here to fight, Cale. Besides, you have no idea what he’s capable of,” George warned. He turns to face William. “William, I hired Cale to watch your back.”
“Watch my back?” William asked, raising an eyebrow out of amusement. “He’d most likely just be a waste of space George,” William says with a heavy, exasperated sigh. “I don’t have time for this bullshit….” He looks at Cale. Though, it would be nice to have a sidekick, even if he’s a freaking pathetic idiotic human. “So how the fuck is your whiny ass supposed to watch my back?”
“Not my whiny ass. Our whiny asses,” Cale pointed out. “I work with my sister, Lucille.” Cale jabbed a thumb towards the girl who lingered behind near the door. “And before you get any ideas she’s not interested in a limp dick like you.”
“I think your attitude needs adjusting, and I know just how to do it.” William raised his hand ready to snap his fingers.
“None of that, or I’ll send you back to hell, William,” George warned as he attempted to put distance between the men.
“You wouldn’t,” William snarled. “That would violate our deal, and believe me, I won’t stay in hell for long before I claw my way out to kill you, old man!” A low, yet very loud growl was heard. “Besides, I don’t think that you’d want my pets to attack you, now would you?”
“No I don’t,” George admitted. William smiled, showing glistening white teeth.
“Alright then, how are you going to help me in a fight of some kind? I highly doubt that the two of you lowly pieces of pond scum would have any powers that would be useful.
“I have telekinesis, dumbass, and Lucille can read minds,” Cale pointed out. “Lucille is the brains, I’m the tricks, and you’re the brawn, lugnut.”
“So the girl is useless, and you're a party favor.” William grinned at the glare he received. “Alright then, let’s fucking see you in action.”
William stood and walked out of the room, sparing Lucille a glance as he exited. He was delighted to see her shrink back in fear; at least the girl knew her place.
He led them to what used to be a dining room. Through George’s wealth though he had converted it into a proper gym and sparring area, complete with a boxing ring in the center. William stepped into the ring and watched as Cale dropped his heavy messenger bag to the floor, followed by his vest and flannel shirt leaving him in a thin t-shirt. Lucille grabbed his arm shaking her head, but was gently brushed aside to stand by George instead.
“George, turn on some music?” William asked, but made it sound more like a demand.
“Sure thing, kiddo. What would you like to listen to?” He inquired while making his way to a stereo surround sound radio and cd player. He pulled out his phone, plugged it in, and prepared to search for whatever William wanted to listen to.
“Fall Out Boy, Kansas, AC/DC, and Fell On Black Days.”
Being a demon and not needing sleep, William had more than enough time to become familiar with many genres of music. George pulled up a playlist that had what William requested. Hitting play, the first song to come on was ‘Thunderstruck’. William cracked his neck, preparing for the fight. With a quick glance he launched a heavy 50 lbs weight from the bench press towards Cale.
Cale stayed in place, grinning as the weight stopped before him midair and tapped it aside. “So that’s all? We’re just going to throw shit at eachother?” With a flick of his wrist he sent the weight back at William, much faster than the demon had thrown it and landing a blow against his triceps that he barely registered. “Don’t disappoint me now, tough guy.”
A smirk slowly spreads across William’s face. “Oh, I’m just getting warmed up.” Multiple weights lifted off of the stand, and at first William started by flinging them one at a time before he started sending two to three at a time. Using the weights as a distraction, William moves closer to Cale, and lands several blows to the man.
The first two are easy enough for Cale to deflect. The third however lands against him heavily as he notices William’s advancement. A loud gasp escapes him as William’s fists collide with him, bringing him to a knee. Still he grins up at William with spite as he manages to spit at him. “Limp dick.”
William’s eyes flick to an oily, dark black, covering the entire eye. A deep growl emanates from within him, making the air vibrate from the sheer force of it. William’s punches became more fierce, striking Cale hard in the face, breaking his nose.
“Cale,” Lucille shrieks in horror as she watches William brutally attack her brother. “Stop it, Cale! Stop fighting him!”
“You should listen to your sister,” William suggested as he harshly tugged his arm behind his back. “She’s looking out for your best interests. As a side note, how flexible are you?”
A loud pop sounded, followed by Cale’s cry of pain as his arm dislocated under the demon’s force. William’s victory was brief however as Cale summoned another light weight striking the distracted man between the eyes, and freeing Cale from his hold to roll away.
“Ok, congrats, that actually hurt!” William says, spitting out some blood. He looks down at the bloody spot on the mat, seemingly surprised that he’s bleeding. A dark, menacing smile slowly forms on his lips, making the darkening bruise across his nose throb in pain. “Unfortunately for you I can’t let that slide!” Weights fly towards Cale four at a time, electricity buzzing around them in sharp arcs of blue.
Lucille trembled as she watched her brother narrowly avoided the first couple latching onto George’s arm as the last two collided into him causing screams of pain. “Stop them, George!”
“Relax, Lucille. William won't kill him.” I hope. The older man remembered too late of the young girls power, and felt the sting of her hand against his cheek.
“Stop them, please,” she begged.
“No! I’m fine, George, so stay out of this,” Cale yelled back. The weights that Cale had managed to dodge embedded themselves into the wall behind him.
“Oh stop your damned whining, I’m not gonna kill him!” Though I wish that I could. William said, clearly annoyed by how worried Lucille is for her brother’s safety. William, being distracted by his outburst, is caught in a full neilson by Cale. Momentarily surprised, his eyes wide, William lets out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Cale asked, confused from the demon’s laughter. Smirking, William has a bolt of electricity shoot down from the light above them.
“That!” William responds as Cale writhes on the mat from the strike.
“Cale, are you alright?” George asks after the convulsing ceases.
“He’s fine George, so shut your trap and watch!” William barks.
Weakley Cale looked up at the demon. “If you’re trying to scare me,” he panted. “You’re doing a shit job.”
William glares coldy down at the man. “Oh, I’m sure that I’ll find a way to make you know your place, Pond scum.” William cracks his neck and knuckles with a sickening crunching sound. Cale grinned back as he staggered to his feet.
“I think you should rethink continuing this fight, Cale,” George warned.
A torrent of flame suddenly launches from one of William’s hands towards Cale, making the sprinklers go off, and forcing Cale to dive out of the way. Landing with a thud, he slammed his shoulder into the surface of the ring, and cringes in pain.
A puddle of water was forming on the mat of the ring, but it wasn’t quite ready for what William had in mind. Cale stands back up, being careful not to use his arm to get up, while glaring at William.
“Oh, poor thing, got a booboo,” William mocked. He had a weight hit Cale in the back, causing him to scream in pain. “Had enough yet, Cale?”
Falling to his knees from the weight, Cale gets back up, taking steps toward William carefully.
“Aren’t you tired of playing around yet,” Cale asked.
Now the water was ready. Smirking ominously, William raised a serpent of water, and had it slam into Cale, soaking his clothing. ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ by Kansas was playing. What a great time for this song to be on. William thought.
Cale remained on the floor, sputtering curses with mouthfuls of water. “Ok, I need a nap,” he wheezed.
Lucille whimpered, hiding her face behind her hands. “Is it over yet?”
“I hope so,” George grumbled. “Your brother has a problem.”
William stands over Cale, a victorious smile spread across his face. “Well, it appears that I was wrong. You can hold your own in a fight, so I guess you can join me in my hunts,” he says. “However it’s your precious little sister that I have my doubts on now,” William states, glancing in Lucille’s direction. “I’m in charge, and get to choose our target though,” he adds while climbing out of the ring.
“Whatever you say, boss,” Cale muttered sarcastically as he stood holding his arm delicately.
A sickening popping sound is heard as William telekinetically pops Cale’s shoulder back in place.
A look of astonishment crosses Cale’s face once the initial pain has subsided, and he turns to William questioningly. “Thanks I guess.”
“What kind of partners would we be if we let each other walk around wounded?” William asks in a mocking tone. A look of surprise crosses not only Cale’s face, but Lucille’s as well. Evidently George hadn’t filled William in about someone from their past.
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Cale scoffed, going to retrieve his bag and garments.
“Leave it on,” William demands after seeing George moving to turn the music off.
“Why?”
“I’m planning on continuing my little workout, and I want to have music.” Dumbass, that should be obvious.
“Oh, alright son. I’m gonna go get something to eat. Make sure that you clean your mess up,” George says whilst walking out of the gym.
“Stupid old man,” William mumbled. “He could of had anything that he wanted, but instead he made a deal to have a demon for a son for a total of twelve years.” I’m looking forward to when the deal is up. Then I’ll kill the bastard, he thought to himself.
“Go ahead and get something for yourself as well, Lucy. I’m going to sit here and rest for a bit,” Cale groaned as he rested against the wall.
“You want to stay here with,” Lucille trailed off looking at William.
“I’ll be fine. Go.”
Quietly Lucille left, glancing at William one last time before shutting the door. William works at pulling the weights from the wall, mops up the water from the ring, and then decides to lift weights.
“Judging by how the two of you reacted after my comment about partners, I’m guessing that the old man neglected to tell me something.”
“Oh, you know. The classic betrayal. Our last partner only tried to kill us. Nothing big,” Cale scoffed. “I’ll get him back when his name comes up on the list.”
The sound of clanking metal stops as William stops lifting weights. He sits up, looking at Cale with an upturned eyebrow.
“He tried killing the two of you? I’m actually curious on how he did that.”
“Don’t be. He was a coward about it,” Cale chuckled darkly. “We were going after a group of demons, and I turned into bait. Literal bait. Once he realized he was in over his head though, he ran out as fast as possible.” A heavy sigh left him. “Now I work for George. Besides, I stole the idiots journal. Not that he put anything useful in it.”
“What happened after the cowardly fuck ditched you?”
“Dunno,” Cale shrugged. “All I remember is the dark, and George showing up. Couldn’t care less what he’s doing or where he is at the moment. I’ll get him back eventually.”
All he saw was darkness. I wonder if he heard screaming and felt heat that he could never get used to? William thought to himself. “George must be really close to you then; almost a father figure. A mentor of sorts. He taught you things about hunting that you didn’t know about, just like he’s teaching me about things in this world.” What the fuck am I saying? No, William, you’re a demon, you’re not supposed to care about these pathetic lower lifeforms! As for George teaching me, the old bastard doesn’t even suspect that I actually know more than I’m letting on! he thought.
“George isn’t the only source of knowledge about the world, devil-boy,” Cale taunted. “And he’s far from the one who introduced me to this shit.”
“Luckily for you we’ll be going after the shithead. I just might even be nice and let you have the kill,” William says, chuckling at the idea. “Where’s his name on the list?”
“It’s the 6th name on the list; Bogen Stone. Last I knew he was in the south somewhere.”
“Thought you didn’t care.”
“You’ll hear a lot of humans say that,” Cale sighed. “And humans are a very unreliable source.”
I’ll have to keep that in mind when dealing with these mongrels. “Well, we might as well go hunt down the first person on the list,” William said. He grabbed the list, and looked at the very first name. “Twanda Rodes; George talked to me about her briefly. He said that she’s hiding out somewhere in someplace called Italy.”
Cale pulled a card from his wallet.
Hunt #1: Twanda Rodes 2.0
Pulling out a laptop from his bag Cale began to type. “Should I book us something private so you don’t rage on the passengers,” he teased.
A piece of weightlifting equipment goes flying past Cale’s head, whistling as it passes mere inches from hitting him. William sat where he was, an icy cold glare directed towards the other man.
“Don’t bother with that silly flight box thing. Just show me where we have to go, and I’ll pop us over there. We’d be there a lot faster anyway.” William’s face relaxes. “You should probably get your sister as well.”
George had taught William about airplanes, and he found it really amusing that these human creatures would actually want to be in them instead of safely on the ground. He also found it funny that flight was the safest way to travel when numerous things could happen, such as the pilots getting possessed.
“Try not to freak her out, ok,” Cale asked. “She’s just going to be working as an extra sense for us.”
“As long as she stays out of the way, I don’t really give a damn,” William answers, crossing his arms behind his back. Stretching, back arching, several small pops are heard.
“Keep it that way,” Cale muttered pulling a small globe from his bag. “We’re going there,” he pointed to a small boot shaped land mass on the globe. “Say hello while I go get my sister.”
William looked to where he pointed. “Grab your things that you humans need to live, whatever else you may need, then come back to me,” William demands without looking up from the globe. So, that’s what the Earth looks like, he thought. Leaving the room, he locates the old man in the sitting room. George held a glossy pornographic magazine between his hands, admiring the large breasted women within its pages.
“George, we’re going after Twanda.” Filthy bastard, William thought upon seeing the magazine.
George sits up, eyes wide with panic as he vainly attempts to hide what he was viewing.
“Oh, uh, have fun, be safe, and don’t get caught by the authorities over there,” George warns, speaking quickly. Rolling his eyes, William waves him off.
“Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. They even catch us I can just zap us out of there Georgie boy,” William snarkily replied while walking out. He stopped by his room to gather some weaponry. Hey, even a demon likes to get physical.
Back in the converted dining room Cale and Lucille were talking in hushed tones.
“We don’t need to trust him, Lucy. We just need to be careful,” Cale assured his sister. “Relax. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you,” Lucille pointed out. “He could have killed you.”
William stands outside the doorway, having what he wanted to bring with him to Italy, eavesdropping on the conversation. This might be interesting, he thought.
Seeing William enter the room Cale quickly steps in front of his sister, keeping a distance between her and the demon. “Are we good to go?”
"I know that I am. Are you though?"
Cale scoffs slinging his bag over his shoulder. “That's what I’m asking you, dumbass.”
Like I’m gonna need their help anyway. William snorted. “Grab onto me, and hold on tight. I did this once with George and he almost fell from 3,000 feet,” he told them.
Lucille appears hesitant to trust William enough to get close to him and looks to her brother who appears to share a similar distrust. “It’s only for a minute or so, Lucy,” he assures her before grabbing onto William’s arm. “Hurt her, and you’re dead,” he adds as a warning.
"As if you could kill me, teeny weenie," William mocks. During teleportation he pretends to lose hold
of them once to freak them out. The expressions of sheer horror on were hysterical.
“Oops, just about lost ya there,” he said once they were in Italy. “So, where should we start?”
Lucy appears to be in shock from the scare, clinging to her brother desperately. “You ass,” he shouts.
"Well, are you going to attempt to kill me, lame brain? You should've seen the looks on your faces!" he laughs.
“That’s not funny,” Cale responds sternly. “Keep that up and we’ll be travelling by plane whether you like it or not.”
"Fine," he huffed in annoyance. "So, where should we start searching for this bitch?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cale let out an annoyed sigh. “Let’s just start asking around to see if anyone’s heard of her.”
Tourists were swarming about, dotting the landscape. Vespas zoomed around them, and there were many bars and restaurants lining the streets.
“A bar would be a good place to start."
“Good,” the young man let out a deep breath having calmed significantly. “But first, we need a room. Lucy has a range of about 100 miles. If we’re close enough to the center of the city we shouldn’t have any issues.”
"A room?" William asks, arching an eyebrow and smirking. "We gonna have a threesome?"
“I swear to god, if you ever say something like that again I will rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass,” Cale snarled. “No, dumbass. I literally just explained the plan is for Lucy to stay in the safety of the room and be a look out.”
"That sounds kinky; I like that!" William says, playfully smacking Cale's ass. "Where to?"
Face tightening in a grimace, Cale does his best not to punch the demon. Think of the money, Cale. You’re doing this for your sister. “Let’s just get this over with,” the young man groans, leading the group off down the street. Soon they come to a hotel named Hotel Dell’Angelo.
“How ironic; a demon in a building of this name,” he said while they were walking up to the desk. William somehow knew that the name meant The Angel’s Hotel.
“Two rooms, please,” Cale spoke to the receptionist, pulling out an envelope with cash George gave them for the trip.
“Names?”
“Put down the Clarks for all of us, please.” Cale pulled out a few hundreds, exchanging them for the keys handed to him.
“Enjoy your stay,” the receptionist waved them off.
They walk to a room that looks like any other hotel room, but there are little statues of angels in the room, and a painting of the archangel, Michael.
“Get these things out of here!” William says while picking up one of the angels.
“Go get settled in, Lucy. We’ll start searching when it gets a bit later,” Cale offered, handing his sister a set of keys before closing the door to his and William’s room. “Don’t break anything, George will take it out on us if you do.”
“We can at least put them in here until we leave,” he says, and starts putting the angels in a closet. "Stupid old man."
With a heavy grunt Cale tosses his bag to the side before lounging on the large bed, resting his tired eyes. “Yeah, well stupid man pays so shut your trap and deal.”
“Those winged dicks can just die!” He looked at the painting of Michael. “As for that, I have no idea what to do with it.”
Cracking an eye open Cale spares a glance at William’s issue. “What’s the big deal? Leave it.” At least it's not half bad to look at.
"I'm a demon, dumbass; my kind doesn't get along with them!" William growls. "I don't want to look at them! Get your things unpacked, grab what you think you’ll need, and then we can start looking for Twanda…. George didn’t tell me if she was a hunter or had powers. He also didn’t tell me what she did that was so bad to make him want her dead…. Not that I care, because I don't!"
Rolling onto his side to look at the demon Cale lets out a heavy sigh cleary tired. “Look, I’m going to level with you right now. I’m fucking exhausted. George hates gays so whenever I sleep over there I need to keep my eyes peeled or he does shit like what he did to my cat. I even got permission to bring the damn thing over too, and the moment I shut my eyes for a nap he lets you kill it. So let me get one decent hour of sleep. Ok?”
"Fine, go ahead and get your precious rest. Oh, just so you know, killing the cat was no picnic for me. The only reason I did it was to show George that I'm not one that should be trifled with," he says as he sits on Cale's bed, frowning at the memory.
“Wow, big tough demon you are, doing shit you don’t want to,” Cale scoffs. “I’m not gonna let it go either.” Rolling over once again Cale closes his eyes and once again tries to sleep.
"I like animals. I'm not sure why I do. I… just do!" Lier, you know why you like animals!
“Yeah, yeah, you like them! Now shut up,” Cale grumbles. “I’m tired…
William remains sitting on the bed, deciding to allow Cale to get some rest. He stands up, turns Michael around so that the face of the painting looks at the wall, and pulls a drink from the mini bar before sitting back down next to Cale.
Why must I work with lowly worms? I can easily take care of those on the list myself!
In his sleep Cale's brows finally relax. Deep steady breaths come from the man as he gently turns in his sleep to his favored side, once more facing William.
He actually doesn't look that bad, William thought while looking at Cale. For a human, that is.
An hour passes and Cale is still deep in sleep. During that hour William had just about drank through the entire mini bar, and was now laying beside Cale despite not needing to sleep himself. Cale slightly kicks in his sleep. Not long after William can hear a voice in his head that sounds like Lucille.
“William? I don’t know if you can hear me, but you should be going soon. Cale hasn’t responded so I’m assuming he’s still asleep.”
"Lucille? My, my, what a surprise. Not that many telepaths can get into my head!"
“I think in this case it has more to do with resilience. I’m sure if you didn’t want me too I couldn’t. Though I’ll be more useful if you let me. Again, you two should head out soon. I’ve done a bit of searching myself and there's a bar down the road named the Gilded Rose where I think you’ll find some useful information.”
"Get up, its show time!" William demands, shaking the bed.
“No,” Cale grumbles weakly, turning over more. “Five more minutes.”
"Ok, you asked for it." William smiks. Using telekinesis he lifts the bed off the floor, and turns it sideways, forcing Cale to fall to the ground. "We're going Twanda hunting! Or would you like me to tell George that you were useless?"
With a startled yelp Cale jumps to his feet. “Jesus, I’m up!”
"Good," William says, producing two daggers. They both looked very beautiful with an ornate design on them emblazoned with gold. Runes can be seen in the blades if one simply looked closely. “Ready?” He asks him while walking out the door.
“Just let me change,” Cale moaned quietly, rubbing his sore neck before grabbing his bag and heading to the conjoined bathroom. A couple minutes later he came out dressed in tight jeans, a dark shirt and a simple jacket most likely concealing weapons. “Let’s go.”
William leads them to the Gilded Rose. The small, dank bar had a rough exterior made of stone and wood. The inside looks rather nice for being a bar joint. People are sitting at the bar and tables drinking, eating, talking, and watching TV. William walked up to the bar. The bartender is a beautiful woman with her blonde hair pulled back into a braid.
“Can I help you?” She asks.
“You may. I was wondering if you knew someone named Twanda Rodes.” The bartender looks at him for a minute.
“May I ask why you’re looking for that particular person?”
“I have come at the behest of her grandfather. He’s a rich man, and he’s very sick. He has named Twanda in his will,” he lied. Being a demon he is very convincing when not telling the truth.
“Oh, that’s a shame, but I’m sorry. I don’t know her,” the bartender said.
“You asked why we were looking for her in particular. Is there something you do know,” Cale suggested.
"No, there isn't. Sorry that I couldn't be of much help," she answers, frowning. "Is there something else I could do for you two?"
“Cale, William, she’s in that bar somewhere. Ask the Waiter.”
“Thank you, but no. Come on Will.” Cale took hold of William’s sleeve dragging him to a secluded booth before turning on the demon. “Don’t you have any kind of tricks you can use to find this lady? Do we even know what she looks like?”
"Drag me around like that again, and I'll turn your skin inside out!" William threatens angrily. "To answer your question, I don't know what she looks like. I could possess people to see what they know, but that would take a while." Plus it would leave my body vulnerable.
“So you’re useless,” Cale mutters his eyes landing on the only waiter to be seen in the establishment. With a wave he manages to get the man’s attention. “At least Lucy knows what she’s doing.”
“What can I get you,” the waiter offers, having reached their table.
"Spaghetti and a glass of whiskey, for me," William demands without thinking about it.
“I’ll just have a tap beer,” Cale adds. “Before you go can I ask you something? We’re looking for a friend of ours. Goes by Twanda?”
“Yeah, I just saw her,” the waiter mumbles focused on writing down their orders. “Want me to let her know you’re here?”
“No, no,” Cale quickly answers. “We’re trying to surprise her, it’s been a while. Could you just point her out to me real quick?”
The waiter looks around until he spots her. "There she is!" he says, pointing to a somewhat tall blonde woman with curly hair.
“Thank you,” Cale smiles.
“Don’t mention it.” Giving Cale one last look the waiter leaves to place their orders.
"I think the waiter finds you attractive. Though, I'm much better looking."
“Yeah well maybe he doesn’t find idiots attractive,” Cale grins. “So how are we gonna go about this?”
"He's the idiot then; he doesn't know what he's missing by being with me," William says. "First I eat my food, drink my drink, and then we tail her back to wherever she's staying. After that I kill her!"
The waiter returns, setting down William’s order before focusing on Cale. “I forgot to ask, will this be on seperate bills?”
“Yes, please,” Cale answered taking his drink. “And thank you.”
“Are you going to be staying long? I know a couple of sights you have to see before your trip ends. I wouldn’t mind showing you around either,” the waiter suggested, grinning at Cale.
“I dunno, depends on how tonight goes,” Cale admits. “I could be here a while or gone by morning. Either way, I’d love to take you up on that offer.” The waiter’s grin doubled as he quickly took out his order pad and jotted down a number a name to hand to Cale, before cheerily returning to work.
“Huh,” Cale muttered as he unfolded the paper. “He’s a Zack.”
"I could care less what his fucking name is, queer-boy!" William snaps, roughly stabbing a fork into his spaghetti, metal clanking on glass.
“Oooo, name calling, how intense,” Cale mocked him taking a long drink from his glass.
William sits and glares at Cale for a moment as he eats, enjoying the combination of flavors on his pallet. He turns his gaze to locate their target, following her movements with his eyes.
“So, what’s George got against this lady anyway?”
"Don't know, don't care. As long as I'm able to kill people I'll be happy," he answers after taking a drink of his whiskey.
“Just happy to serve aren’t you. Must be nice to go about chopping people up and setting them on fire without repercussions, yeah,” Cale taunted.
The sauce from William's food leaks out across the table as the plate breaks. William points his fork at Cale.
"Careful with what you say, or your name might be added to the list!"
“Go ahead and try it,” Cale glares before taking a large gulp of his drink and returning his gaze to Twanda’s table.
"Maybe I'll go after that sister of yours and kill her in front of you before killing you," he says after finishing his food. "Ready to go kill this bitch, or are you gonna waste time flirting with Zeke?"
“Mention my sister like that again and I’ll fucking kill you,” Cale warns before finishing his drink. “Let’s get this over with.”
"I'm shaking with fear," he mocks, finishes his own drink, and stands to leave. Begrudgingly Cale follows him, somewhat apprehensive as to how this will all end. William follows Twanda outside, making sure to stay a decent distance away from her. She weaves her way through the crowded, noisy streets back to the Hotel Dell'Angelo.
“Lucy, keep your guard up,” Cale whispers nervously under his breath.
“I’ll be fine. Apart from the clerk, no one even knows I’m here,” Lucille reassures him.
This kill is mine! William thought as he appeared in the lobby. He stood behind a pillar to hide himself from view. A few seconds later he saw Twanda come in. She ran to the elevator, and got on it. He watched for what floor that it would stop at.
“So, for the last time, do we got a plan, or are you just going to do something stupid,” Cale asked.
"I plan on killing her in her room," William answers, watching the number indicating the floor rise.
“And,” Cale suggests.
"Looks like she's on the sixth floor. Come on, slowpoke," William says, and approaches the elevator.
“That’s still not a plan,” Cale groans, nonetheless following the demon.
"Plan? We knock her door out of its frame, kill her, leave, and give our report to the old man."
“What if she’s got back up?”
"We kill them too, duh!"
“Well, we’re doomed,” Cale stated.
"Oh ye of little faith. You know what I'm capable of. It won't take much to kill a measly little human!"
The elevator stops moving, and they disembark into the hall. William looks in both directions, realizing that they don't know what room she's in.
"I hate to admit it, but your sister could be of some use here."
“605. Be careful, Cale.”
“I will,” Cale muttered quietly.
Together they run down the hall to Twanda’s room. William telekinetically busts the door off its hinges. Twanda stood packing her things in a rush. He could only see that Twanda was 5’7”, and had blonde hair.
“Hello Twanda,” William says.
“Who are you?” Twanda snaps at them, trying to sound normal and not scared. She was now facing the two. Her green eyes were looking directly at William, checking him out.
“All you need to know, you slut, is that George sent us. He told me to tell you that he says hi,” William responded.
“Damn him!” she yells, throwing something at him. He stops the object, and turned it back at Twanda. Her eyes went wide as she dodged the object. William laughed evilly.
“Couldn’t you have just launched that at her head and got it over with,” Cale reminded him whilst making several dangerously pointed object float himself.
"Oh shut up and let me have some fun!" William snaps. He turns his attention back to Twanda, who had recoiled in fear from how William laughed. “He sent me to kill you!” William said with a smile spread across his face. He was enjoying this.
“Of course the bastard sent you and the twink!” Twanda snaps.
“Oh, she’s a bitch. That must be why George wants her dead,” Cale commented. “Or did you refuse to have a child with him too?”
"That's revolting!" she screams back, a look of disgust on her face. "George is old enough to be my dad!”
“Dude’s a pervert.” Cale shrugged. “Either way, money’s money. Do your job, demon boy.”
"Gladly!" William says, smiling. His eyes go completely black as he makes a 26” TV hit Twanda.
"Wh-what are you?"
“I’m a demon, you bitch! Prepare to die!” he smirks.
Twanda’s eyes go huge. She pulls out a golden crucifix. This makes William laugh.
“It seems that you’ve been watching one too many movies,” he says while running forward. He slams into Twanda, and lands multiple hits to her face. Twanda fought back. She tried to punch him, but he quickly held her arms down telekinetically. “Is this all you’ve got? You’re pathetic!”
“You're the demon scum!” she snaps. He decides to let her arms go so that she can fight back. Twanda starts speaking an exorcism ritual. William acts like it’s working on him for a while before he starts to laugh.
"That's not going to work, you stupid whore!" William announces, revealing a binding link.
“If you don’t end this soon,” Cale warned, making the presence of twin daggers he had levitating beside William known, “I’ll get bored and have to end it for you.”
"Nuh uh, Cale, this kill is mine!" William says, making two golden daggers appear in his hands. A skull with rubies set in the eye sockets sit at the base of each hilt. Throwing Twanda into the wall, he holds her there, and walks over. William slowly plunged the blade into her gut, and then sliced into her throat. Twanda slumps down onto the floor, drowning on her own blood. William then stabs her over 30 times in the chest. Blood went all over the place, and soaked the plush white carpeting. The room didn’t look messy enough, so he telekinetically threw everything around. He then turned to look at Cale, soaked in Twanda’s blood. Cale was staring at him, horrified at his brutality. He drags Twanda’s body into the bathroom, closes the door behind himself, and locks it. He walked out almost an hour later pulling his zipper up.
“One.” William said with a smile.
“You’re fucking sick,” Cale gagged, turning to walk out of the room. “I told George this was a bad idea,” he adds before leaving, closing the door a bit louder than necessary on his way out. William follows after him to their room.
“Can you fuck off,” Cale asks making his way to the bathroom where he starts to splash cold water on his face.
"You won't be getting rid of me anytime soon, Cabbage-boy; we 'work together', remember?"
“I don’t need to get rid of you,” Cale pointed out before beginning to strip revealing his lean muscles, as well as the three deep scars over his heart, and several others that litter his back. Given the man’s assumed position as a hunter such scars would not be surprising to William. “But I do need to get ready.”
"Ready for what?" William asks, standing in front of the toilet to relieve himself. "And why are you all uppity? The job's done and Twanda's dead!"
“I’m getting ready for my date, obviously,” Cale states, pulling on a nice pair of tight pants, and an equally tight pale blue shirt.
"A date? I went on one of those once as part of a deal…. It was extremely boring! Would've killed the twerp if I could've, but that was a 'no' due to the deal I had with his sister."
“Well then, you’ll be surprised to know that some of us who go on dates willingly actually enjoy them most of the time,” Cale chuckled as he applied product to his hair to style it. “Maybe you should try doing something willingly instead of just doing everything because someone made a deal with you.”
"You mean something like this," William says, and telekinetically holds Cale to the wall. "You really ought to be careful with what you say. You never know what may anger me!"
“And where does this get you,” Cale grunts, testing William’s strength before giving up. “Is that really the best you can come up with?”
William looks the other man over, and decides to release him. Pulling a cell phone from his pocket he calls George.
“How are things over there, William?” George asked.
“Things went great Georgie boy!” he said.
“Is Twanda dead?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Good. She deserved it for breaking into my house to steal some things.”
“So that’s what this was about. Oh well, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I get to kill people I’m happy.”
“How're Cale and Lucille?”
"Practically useless. Cale just stood there watching while I kicked Twanda’s ass!"
“I told him to stay out of your way unless necessary. Cale is just there to back you up and keep you from getting caught,” George stated. “Feel free to stay in Italy if you like, or come back to the house when you’re ready. I’ll let you know when I want you to start the next kill. Good work, my son,” George hangs up.
“Well aren’t you the poster boy child of the year,” Cale snorts. “Stay stay away from my sister, demonspawn.” With a short laugh Cale has left.
“I’m not your fucking son, you old perverted stupid man,” William says to himself out loud. "Enjoy your date with Zeke, Cabbage-boy!" he calls out, knowing that Cale was close enough to hear him.
William goes into the bathroom to take a shower. He scrubs off all of the blood. On his back were several different scars. They wound all the way around his body. These were the result of millenniums of torture in Hell. He could heal them, but he preferred that they stay on his body. Now wearing a black t-shirt, black socks, and black jeans he orders room service, and waits for Cale to return.
It’s not until the early hours of the morning that Cale returns, stumbling into the room, and just barely managing to close the door quietly before somehow finding his way to his suitcase to pull out his pajamas. He quickly forgets them however and instead opts for passing out on the bed still in his clothes.
William was still sitting on the bed, the remains of food cluttering the floor around the bed, when Cale returned. He watched as the hunter drunkenly collapsed and smirked.
Seems someone had fun. It would be nice if I didn't have to consume an entire liquor store just to get drunk, the demon mused.
It's not until late afternoon that Cale wakes, hungover, but we'll rested. "Ugh, I fell asleep in my clothes," he comments before heading to the bathroom. "Gross."
William sits back watching pay-per-view pornography on the TV while waiting for Cale. "So, you and Zeke had a good time last night."
"Don't see how that concerns you," Cale scoffs, the sound of water running can be heard. "Or are you just jealous because your only company was the dead woman and your hand?"
"I could've paid a visit to that sister of yours. Not sure why I didn't," William says, knowing that this would tick the hunter off.
"Because I'd kill you," Cale shouted over the shower.
"As if you could kill me!" William scoffs, pouring a glass of brandy. "Hury the fuck up, we've got people to murder!"
"You're right. I couldn't," Cale admitted, turning off the water and walking out of the bathroom still drying off with a towel. "I do know someone who could however."
"And who would that be?" William asks, completely serious. If it's the guys that put dad back in his cage I'm fucked; they'd be capable of it!
"Try me and find out, bitch," Cale taunted, throwing his towel over the demon's head before going to change.
He's lucky that the fine print in the contract says that I can't kill him since he's working for George, William thought as he watched Cale. A small smirk was on his lips, a reaction of his own from watching the human react to his emotions.
"So, what does the old man want from us now," Cale sighed as he messed with his hair in the mirror, now fully clothed. "Are we going after another potential George Jr bearer who declined?"
"We're going after the next person on that list of his. What's their name?"
“Lashell Brody, if I’m remembering correctly,” Cale sighs. “Russia. Of course it’s fucking Russia.”
"Russia?"
“It’s a very fucking cold country, and we have to go there.”
"Okay…. Anything else I should know before we get going?"
“Do you know how to play rock, paper, scissors,” Cale asks.
William responds by giving a quizzical look to Cale, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Ok, so it’s a game basically. You get two or more people, face each other, and go ‘rock, paper, scissors, shoot.’ On shoot you make one of three symbols, rock, paper, or scissors, obviously,” Cale explains making the symbols. “Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. Best out of three wins. Loser gets to play assistant. Ready?”
"That sounds like a nauseatingly mundane game. What's the point of it? The way I see it you already are my personal assistant, whatever that is." William scoffs.
“You’re gonna fucking eat your words when I knock you off that high horse of yours,” Cale warned.
"Answer or I won't play your silly game."
“Fine, I get it. Big tough demon doesn’t want to risk losing to a human,” Cale smirked.
"Alright, I'll play your damn game!" William snarls, eyes black, holding Cale up by his collar before gently tossing him down. "I hope you're ready to start doing as I say."
“Well I hope you’re ready to lose,” Cale retorted, adjusting his collar.
"Let's get this over with," William sighs.