Crimson Companion.

~|:| Chapter 2 |:|~

The demon muttered in a deep, echoing voice, "Orizon..." After the being answered James' question, it stood tall, about 6, 8. "What are you?" James questioned it again. "What's wrong, never seen a demon before?" It explains this while  holding up it's jagged claw, as if to check it out. "Y-You're not real, this is a dream, this is definitely a dre-" He states this before being cut off by Orizon, "You humans are so annoying sometimes!" James turned rapidly to the demon in agitation, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?" James exclaimed in frustration, "Listen, humans are not so smart, they build machines to do their work, they worry about dark corners and the boogeyman, business men worry about giving green pieces of paper with kings and queens on them, to strangers." He states this while James realizes it's right. "I mean-" "SEE?" Orizon  cuts him off mid-sentence. "Humans have no need for this green currency, they just need to force their way into a person's brain." He  told James. James climbed down the attic's worn out ladder and leaves the room, he goes to his phone and proceeds to dial '999'. An ominous beeping occurred, then a demonic voice, then... just static. "The hell?" James questioned. "That wont work." Orizon said behind him. "My presence cuts stuff out, YOU out of all people should know this." Orizon said as if it was obvious, James stood there silently.

The demon had a red outlined figure with a crimson aura to it's whole body, a crimson light from it's eyes lit the room up and acted like a flashlight, it's jagged claws' tips, glistened in sharpness, and it's horns gave of a deadly feeling. "Are you... friendly?" James decided to ask it.              "Who's to say?" the demon spoke up.  "Uhhh. Are you... Hungry, what do you eat-" James was trying to be nice, maybe even make a new friend. "You're... offering me food?" Orizon questioned him, as if it were unusual. "What's wrong?" James asked. "Nothing!" It exclaimed. "It's just... you don't see people offer an evil thing food." Orizon told James. 

The whole room fell silent, and a deep groan sounded from the demon. A rather fierce footstep rumbled the floor as Orizon stomped toward the boy. "You aren't regular, are you?" The evil presence mumbled "Quite vague." It teased. The being spoke on, and before they knew it James had realized it was day. "OH SHOOT- I gotta get to work, I'll uhm, see you later? Thingy?" James said before he closes the door. Orizon was left there alone, the demon then noticed an oil lamp on a cream, modern shelf nailed to a wall. "Curious..."

"Hugh, huff, UGH!"  James huffed in exhaustion. "Almost there." He then muttered coming close to the barber shop. He ran faster, soon barging through the door, setting off the bell attached to the frame. "Uh oh-" He pondered before being attacked by his boss's words resonating from the Janitor's closet. "You're late... again!" He exclaimed, "I know, sorry, Paul, I PROMISE, it won't happen again-"  He replied before being cut off "I've heard it, James" His bossed protested. "I'm sorry... You're done." James' boss unravelled before guiding his hand to give way to the door. "Paul, no, I need this job, I'm a teenager who lives in his dad's old flat." James tried to win his job back, but was unsuccessful  as his boss shook his head and gently placed a hand on James' back, then pushing him out slowly. "Go." Paul commanded while closing the glass door.

"I wonder..." Orizon commented, reaching out to poke the clean, polished-looking oil lamp. "Hands off." A voice ordered seconds before Orizon was launched back into a wall , leaving a rusty, destroyed mess with a crack around the hole. "Long time no see Zcaber." He greeted, in a deeper, not grouchier voice from being catapulted through a sofa and into an old brick wall. The other spirit manifested a burly, spiked  ghastly omen, "Shut it, traitor, no one just 'escapes' Michael, Right?"

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