01 The Sex Demon and His Club
Olympia
4 MONTHS LATER
THIS CLUB IS EVERYTHING I HATE. AN APOCALPYSE HASN'T CHANGED my feelings on clubs. You'd think it would the familiar panic building in me said otherwise.
I don't even know why I'm here.
Sitting here in Lawson's car staring at the glowing lights up ahead. I had parked the R.V. elsewhere as it could be an eyesore in a place like this.
I didn't want to be out here, and any false confidence I had formed in the safety of the cabin deflated like a balloon out here in the real world.
I had left the safety of the cabin two weeks ago when some fucking asshole of a demon decided to set it on fire. Out of all the things demons had done in the past four months none of them had set anything on fire.
One of them smashed a window in the R.V. that I managed to fix but besides that it was taunting and banging on the door.
I was smart knowing that they'd eventually come looking for me again. I just didn't expect someone to try to burn my parent's cabin down. After that I had to leave. I knew when the demon didn't attack me, they were trying to lure me out.
I had no choice but to bite and then run. Which has led me here.
The world had changed so much in the time I had sectioned myself off. I'd have sectioned myself off for all of eternity if I could. But now things were different.
I took a guess demons won the war with the amount of them I saw. The sky also rarely rumbles except for when a storm is brewing.
Demons are harder to identify. Angels have very identifiable features. Whether it be the markings on their bodies or the fact that they have true forms that can kill humans with a single glance or at least blind them.
Humans still exist out here, the ones that survived the war. But society has completely crumbled as it was once known. Human government is gone from what it seems and now everyone answers to demons and the demon's higher-ups.
Then came the one thing I never wanted to deal with. Jobs.
I had gone to college for law and intended to be a lawyer. Crime sure is abundant now, but I'm not sure these people want lawyers anymore.
This apocalypse is also a fucking dick move. They couldn't' do away with money. The one store I had stopped in was still taking money from the people there buying things.
That had been an awkward situation. I managed to find money that the three had for the road trip, but it's not enough to survive on. It also feels wrong using their money, which is how I ended up at this club.
Some human I met told me lots of humans now a days get jobs from demons. You can work for them and get protection from them.
The thought of working for a demons left a bad taste in my mouth. The entire point is to avoid them, but I was at my wits fucking end as of now. It turns out not every demon is in cahoots with Lucifer which explained the two dead demons back at the house I dropped the R.V. at.
Then came the next piece of advice from another human of a demon that runs a club.
Akor. He's a sex demon which makes him a little bit safer.
I didn't get much out of the human except that he's always looking for new people. Of course, him being a sex demon could definitely equate to him wanting sex workers. I'm not that desperate yet.
I am desperate enough to be here though.
"Let's just get this shit over with." I muttered to myself.
I left the car and walked up along the sidewalk to the club. The last time I was at a club is when my entire life fell apart. I can only hope this club doesn't do the same thing.
