What Once Was

Chapter 21- A Word Can Make A Change

-Charlie POV

We stopped in some random intersection of Pentagon city, gaining stares from other demons while they saw us pant, and breathe in as much air as possible. Which didn't help since the smell of smoke and drugs hung around in the air.

"My, I hadn't run that much since..." I heard small cackles of radio static in Al's breathing, they seem to grow louder the more he breathed out. I hadn't seen him this way, tired of running and panting for breath, it seemed comical to see him like this.

"Since when? I haven't run in a while, but then again I'm not a big fan of running." I told him as I held onto the stack of papers, which were a bit crumbled up, but rarely noticeable.

"... the memory has long been forgotten Darling." He said as he gained his composure. Straightening himself, along with his vest, unbuttoning it and taking it off. He disappeared it into thin air as he took it off.

"Well, Charlie, Darling, what is our next course of action?" He asked while showing off the city around us with Grand hand movements, that made demons passing by flinch and then scampering away quickly from us.

"Well, we could gain more territory if we divide and conquer?" I suggested. Razz and Dazz stood next to me, one on top of the other while balancing a stack of flyers on the top of their heads, bobbing their heads in agreement.

"I suppose you're right Darling. Would you want us to approach these demons and convince them of them to join the cause? Or simply hang the flyers?" Al asked, walking towards me. It seemed that without his suit's jacket he seemed more taller and slender.

"I suppose approaching them wouldn't hurt!" It would help convince them, maybe? I mean if they went up to go see the flyer that would be seen as a step they want to do better for themselves, and that the thought strikes them.

"Then I suppose, me and you can personally persuade these demons as for that lovely pair of little goats, Can hang the flyers up." Al suggested.

"Okay then let's do that. Let's meet up here in this spot okay guys! Let's say in an hour okay?" The couple of small goat demons nodded. They didn't make it a big deal to leave me alone with Al, probably cause they knew he would look out for me. Or that I could do it myself.

We placed some few flyers where crowds seem to gather, overlapping the others flyers of free drugs and sex. One did stick out the most, which did seem to get the attention of others. It was a poorly written flyer, filled with many spelling mistakes, but from what I read, it was from a company run by Imps to go to the human world and kill people demons ordered them to kill.

"Quite the entrepreneurs, aren't they?" Al asked as he stood behind me, lowering himself to read the flyer. I could sense his warm breathing on my right shoulder as his face was next to mine, and the proximity of this made me feel weird.

"They quite are, and I am quite interested. After all, not everyone can gain easy access to the human world." A sense of nostalgic curiosity embraced me as I looked back at the endless amount of times I asked my parents to go to the human world, and the response was always the same until I eventually didn't care to ask and dropped the subject.

"Interesting indeed. My, you should get their phone number in case you ever want to talk to them." Al suggested. "Perhaps they can be of aid for your clients."

I got out my Hellphone, and took a picture of the flyer, since I didn't have time to analyze what the name of the company's boss was. Was it Blitz? Or Blitzo? It seemed to have the 'O' crossed out, but I would figure that out later.