Demonic

Chapter 5

Hell greets us like a friend. I feel my body shed its human cage, letting the demon inside rise to the surface. The Gate Keeper watches everyone that passes through the portal. Nothing escaping his intense gaze. Demons cringe as he snorts smoke out of his giant nostrils.

The screams of the condemned echo down from the Pits like a sweet chorus, the angels of death circling high above. Entering the Capital, eyes intently watch the human slung over Dem's shoulder with interest.

We manage to walk halfway to the palace before a group confronts us. Warily, they approach but there curiosity and lust for human flesh overpowers them. They're hideous, with their withered skin and disgusting features. They sniff the air and bare their teeth, long limbs carrying them closer as drool drips from their jaws.

These creatures are nothing but lesser demons. A swish of my hand and they could burn alive in hellfire.Hissing, one makes a grab for the girl.

When it comes to demons, it's not the ones that jump at any given chance you should watch for. It's the ones that lurk in the dark corners. Watching, observing, assessing. Those demons are the real threat. The ones that can think and plan and scheme. The ones that learn and wait. Those demons are the deadliest.

Grabbing the hand of the demon that tried to touch the girl, I squeeze tightly, hearing the bones grind. I almost gag at the feeling of his sickening, dirty flesh in my hand. I wonder if he has ever heard of this amazing thing called a bath.

It yelps and tries to claw me in the face with its free hand. I grab it and crush it as well. One of his friends makes a lunge for me, its rotten teeth exposed. I swing the demon I'm holding into his friend and they collide with a thwack. I hear their sculls crunch together as they crumple to the cobblestone street. Black blood speckles the pathway, forming tiny dots like black stars. I smile at my handiwork.

Dem watches in amusement, still holding the girl over his shoulder. She's dead to the world. Completely oblivious to her surroundings. I swear humans have this thing for fainting. I've never understood the process of collapsing randomly in stressful situations. In my opinion it just makes things worse.

Humans are funny, little things.

The third and last demon watches as the other two lay sprawled on the ground. His goat-like eyes trail over their bodies. Perhaps this one has some intelligence?

He screeches and jumps at me. I duck underneath him and he sails over me. My tail flicks up and I stab it through his fleshy gut. I feel a few spots of blood hit my face as I hurl him to the ground. He moans and clutches his stomach as a black river flows between his crooked fingers. I wipe the speckles of blood off my face in disgust.

Tingles travel down my arms as that mysterious gaze lands on me again. I ignore it.

We walk away leaving the lesser demons. Dem and I don't encounter any other problems as we stroll back to Hells Palace. The huge building towering over the land, a match even for the mountains. The foyer of the palace is rather empty for a change. Everyone enjoying the break of Friday the Thirteenth.

"I have to go see Father," Dem announces. A frown pulls at his mouth.

"Can you carry the human back to your room?" he asks.

I chuckle, "Please. I once dragged your sorry ass home when you got drunk and passed out."

"Me? Drunk? Never," he gives me a cheeky grin.

I wish him luck with his dad. Nobody has experienced daddy issues compared to those two. The amount of fights they've had is ridiculous. I still remember the time when Dem and Abaddon had a disagreement about I don't know what, and the right hand of Lucifer decided to tie his sons wings together and throw him off the balcony from one of the highest levels of the palace. I had sat next to his aching body for the whole time it took for him to slowly heal. Each broken bone and crushed organ.