Sweet but psycho

Bonus scene

This isn't part of the main Story, it's just a fun little Bonus with a character of my friends. (I thought their meeting would fit their personalities.) If you're easily scared or sensitive don't read it.

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Bonus

It was a few days after the dove incident, Alan was on vacation over the weekend with his family. Mortimer was alone in his villa, everything seemed alright, he let his past go, confronted Karin and befriended Alan's family, but he still couldn't forgive the people for what happened.

He went through his books, candles on the floor accompanied by some lines and shapes drawn with red liquid, he licked the blood drops from his cut finger, when he finished the symbols on the ground. After a few gestures and words, he stood up and sat in one of the big red armchairs, pouring in a glass of whisky, waiting.

"This is better going to work, I won't get my hands dirty on them.", he mumbled to himself.

Behind him a black foggy shape raised from the floor, Mortimer took a sip from his glass, his lips formed a smile when he heard the heavy footsteps on the carpet and the squeaking sound of the old wooden floor beneath.

"Favour a drink?", he said without turning around.

"Oh, how thoughtful, it'd be a pleasure.", the tall skinny man in the red suit and hat answered with his low rough voice.

"Be my guest then. Have a seat.", Mortimer handed him a glass.

"Manners, fascinating. Sir Mikhail Esuriens, hello.", the man reached out his hand before sitting down.

"Mortimer McAdams.", he shook it.

"You're a man of taste and manners I can see."

"Just like you, with the exception that I'm still with the living."

"What do you need my service for?", Sir Mikhail smiled revealing his huge demonic mouth.

"Well, a few days ago, some of the people here eliminated my most precious treasure, causing me to have flashbacks of my past, almost joining the underworld."

"Underworld?", Mikhail raised an eyebrow.

"People like me don't belong to heaven, but that's not my point. At least I decided to stay here in the mortal world a bit longer."

"You want revenge."

"Indeed, but I'm quite peaceful, and most importantly I don't want them to be right with their theories about me."

"You want me to kill them?"

"No. Worse, I want you to make their lives living nightmares, with pain, loss and tears. They shall know how I felt, through which hell I went because of them. Don't let them forget who I am for rest of their pathetic lives."

"This is a big request."

"Not bigger than the lives of 50 innocent doves, they have to pay for every single one of them."

"I see, you seem like an interesting man. I think I can help you, but you need to pay me of course."

"How much?"

"Oh, not money."

"No? What else can a classy demon like you want for payment.", Mortimer stood up.

"I'm not as classy as you may think."

"Me neither. So?"

"As I doubt you can get me the amount of the specific kind of meat that I desire, I suggest you a little bit of intimacy."