Misinformation Can Be Deadly

Chapter 3: Oh Delores is like a Mom, That Makes Sense

CW: blood and a black eye

It had taken a moment to convince Virgil to let Roman to even touch him. Okay, much longer than a moment since he had to calm him down significantly before then. But he lost way too much blood to walk on his own, and he seemed insistent to keep his eyes closed. Roman forgets how much younger humans hate gore.

After he carried the human out of the basement, Virgil insisted on being put back down to the ground. Of course he could barely walk, and had to sit down on a seat that was covered in a white sheet.

"Why don't I heal you?" Roman offered, gesturing to Virgil's back.

"I-I don't want..." Virgil tried to tell him that he didn't want to be touched, but his head was spinning too much. Maybe he should let him heal him...

"You're still losing blood, here." The demon let his hand hover over Virgil's back and a red magic haze formed, making the human's breath hitched. Though, the blood started disappearing as the cuts started to close up.

Virgil grabbed onto a nearby table to steady himself, but before he stood up he noticed his shirt and jacket on it. He reached over and grabbed it, carefully pulling it on and avoiding his eye.

"I can heal your eye as well, if you would like," Roman offered, but Virgil shook his head.

"I don't want you using anymore of your... demon magic on me." He carefully stood up, using the table to keep himself steady as his head started to spin.

"As you wish, master."

Virgil's face flushed red. "And don't call me that! It's just... weird. My name- wait is it even safe to tell you my name?"

"I'm not fae, I don't have power over those things. Besides, I am here to serve you, I will not allow any harm to come to you."

Virgil tugged his jacket tighter on himself, trying to keep himself calm with the familiar weight. Well, he was already going to lose his soul when he dies... Unless he can find some way to kill him. "My name is Virgil, just call me that."

"Very well, and I am Lord Roman." The demon gave a small bow.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "I'm not calling you lord."

"As you wish."

Sighing, Virgil dug into his jacket pocket and found his phone. He was able to turn it on and was thankful to find it still had a little bit of battery. Until he saw it was almost midnight, and several missed calls.

"Shit, Delores is going to kill me!" He put his phone away quickly and made his way to the door, tripping over air on the way.

"Wait, what was that device?" Roman asked with a confused frown. "And who is Delores and do I need to protect you from them?"

"What? No, Delores runs the orphanage I live in, she's like a mom. That is taking care of 20 kids and is constantly stressed out. That was just a saying, she's going to yell at me for being out so late. And you don't know what a phone is?" Virgil explained as he made his way through the forest.

"Apologies, I haven't been on Earth since 1848 when the last person I was contracted to had passed away. In fact, I don't believe I've been on this continent, so there is quite a bit that I need to be caught up on."

"Fuck dude, you're telling me. And you've seriously never been in America?"

"Well, I might have been there at the beginning. It's hard to say. I might have to do some exploring to get used to this place so I can do my job better."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. You can go explore and leave me alone." Virgil stopped at the edge of the creek, looking for a way around without getting wet before just running through the cold water. He didn't have any more time to waste and probably wouldn't be able to balance on the stones anyway.