A Demonic Dance

Chapter Forty Seven: Schlatt

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"Schlatt." The name tasted sour on Dreams tongue.

"Aye you remember me, long time no see, whatcha been up to Dreamy?" he mused, pulling out another cigarette.

"Why are you here?" Dream asked, ignoring the males question.

"Not excited to see me? Ouch, and here I thought we were friends." The horned male commented, only pausing to light his cigarette, the flame from the lighter illuminating his features in the darkness, the dream demon eyeing it warily.

Schlatt soon however looked up from his cig to see, unlike him, Dream wasn't fucking around. "Alright, jeez, not in a friendly mood. If you're wondering, I'm not here to molest your little human, I'm here for a chat, that's all." He explained, holding his hands in the air in a mock surrender.

Dream eyed him skeptical before turning behind him to George, the brunette looking up at him terrified. He'd gone through enough in the confrontation with Minx. He did not need to have to go through this too.

"Dream..." George said quietly, his eyes darting between the two Males. Schlatt didn't have his wings out or anything like that, but Dream could guess that by the very obvious horns on his head and his own reaction to seeing him, George would have put the pieces together to realise that it was in fact another Demon in front of him.

"You just want to talk." Dream repeated, turning back to Schlatt who had gone back to just leaning against the wall.

"Yup. Just like the old days." The demon replied with a sickening smile.

Dream let out a sigh before turning to George. "I'll get this over with as quickly as possible. I need you to go back to the apartment and just wait for me there. Please?" He asked as the brunette nodded back to him slightly before reluctantly leaving Dreams side and walking past the other demon who gave him a cheeky wave as he passed.

The two watched the human turn the corner before turning back to each other, some of the tension that had been hanging in the air leaving with George.

Eventually it was Dream that broke the silence.

"Those side burns make you look fucking stupid." The blond said, causing the other to stifle a laugh.

"You serious? Do you even have any clue how long it took for me to grow these?" Schaltt joked before walking over to Dream, holding his hand out to the other who reluctantly shook it.

Despite the mutual distrust, Dream and Schlatt went years back, he was one of the first Demons Dream had met after he'd died. Schlatt made Dreams 400 years of death seem megre. While he'd never specifically told him how and when he'd died, Dream had picked up enough information here and there to know he was no saint. He'd vaguely talked about running a country when he was alive, but everyone always called him bullshit to that. Rumor however grew off that to say that he was a tyrannous ruler a few thousand years ago until his people had overthrown him. But that was just speculation. The only piece of information he would give was when he constantly gloated about being 'older than Jesus'. Not much of a flex but aye, it was good enough.

"Bet it took you ages, it'll only take a moment to shave off though." Dream, joked in response, the other waving him off.

"Nah, the beards here to stay."

Dream smiled weakly before the conversation went sour again.

"You're not just here for a friendly catch up are you Schlatt." Dream said after a while, shoving his hands into his pocket as he looked at his friend who was smoking another cigarette. Dream didn't really get the point in it, Demons couldn't get intoxicated by drinks, drugs or other things, yet Schlatt still tried to drink and smoke himself to 'death'. He said it helped him feel something. Anything.