Short Stories (ErrInk)

Unlikely Love Pt. 2 - Chapter 1

The wind blew gently on the demon's face as he sat on the roof of a building in the village. His wings fanned out, letting the wind blow through his white feathers. Error adjusted the satchel that was over his shoulder as he watched the people below.

After he had established a relationship with Ink, he revealed to the rest of the valley that he wasn't a mortal. Though most still welcomed him, others had a changed opinion of him. They eventually came around to liking him again when Error took on the role of protecting the village since he was a strong magic user.

When he grew accustomed to living his new farm life, he hid his demon-like features but kept his wings as they were useful to his daily tasks.

Error took a glance into the bag that he carried. There were still some small bottles left, meaning that he had a few people to see and give them their medicines and potions. He smiled as he thought about his partner, Ink. The mortal has been putting a lot of effort to improving his apothecary skills. Now he was the village healer, the one that everyone goes to get a cure, potion, or even a poison.

The demon stretched as he stood up. He held the satchel as he jumped down to the cobblestone path of the town center. The towns people happily greeted him as he passed by. He smiled back, waving and continuing on his way. He has learned many new things during his life in the valley, especially different types of greetings.

Finally, Error was done giving away the rest of the orders. He headed home in a rush as he needed to make sure of something. When he arrived at the log cabin at the edge of the village, he instantly headed towards the little shed where all the potions were brewed.

Pushing open the door, he saw Ink asleep at the desk. The journal that the mortal kept was open and there were new notes written in it. The demon smiled while he hung the satchel from the hook on the back of the door. He closed the journal, putting it away before returning to his sleeping partner.

As much as he loved knowing that the mortal was finally getting rest, he had to wake him up. A shed full of dangerous liquids wasn't the best place to take a nap.

Error: Ink. Wake up.

He said quietly while lightly tapping Ink's shoulder. The mortal opened his eyes and looked up at the demon. He smiled before sitting in his chair.

Ink: Are you done with deliveries?

The demon responded with a simple nod.

Ink: Good, good. I should start the next list of orders then.

He said tiredly, stumbling as he stood from his chair. Error held him to keep him from falling but refused to let him go. Ink whined since he knew what Error was going to say.

Error: You need rest.

Ink: I was, in the form of a nap before I begin working again.

Error: You need rest in a bed.

The two left the shed and headed towards their home. With some difficulty from Ink, they walked up the stairs to their bedroom. Error helped the mortal lay down and sat on the edge of their bed.

The demon placed his finger gently on the his partner's forehead before whispering a few words in his native tongue. As he spoke the incantation, he traced a small sigil. Since Ink's sleeping problem had gotten worse, the demon was forced to use a strong spell specially made for knocking out opponents.

Ink: Can I speak my mind before you finish that, love?

Error: Of course. What is it, Ink?

Ink: I have noticed that the village has been getting sicker. Is it something that I am doing?

Error: No, I do not think so. However I will write detection sigils around the village to check for you.

The mortal smiled, letting out a yawn. Error kissed Ink before drawing the rest of the spell. The demon backed away as his partner began to sleep peacefully. He slowly closed the door and went to the kitchen.

When Ink slept, Error took the opportunity to clean the house and tend to the animals. His love had been so busy with being the apothecary of the village that he often did not have time to do anything else. Error never wanted to admit it but he was a bit jealous that the people of the valley received so much attention from the farm boy. However he decided not to speak as Ink was the only reason why everyone had not died from illness or injuries.

While Error swept the floor, he suddenly felt a sense of doom. That same feeling that makes you know that something bad is going to happen. Something had passed through the protective spell around the village that the demon had created. The "something" felt all too familiar to him. It was one of his own kind. To be exact...

One of his brothers