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The walk back to the hotel was uneventful, for the most part.

I carried the bags filled with the things that Charlie wanted, and Alastor carried his own bags filled with junk that he didn't even know what to do with.

As we walked, Alastor talked animatedly while I listened with peaked interest. He was enthusiastically talking about the previous turf war he had just been apart of, and it had gotten to a quite gory part that had me wincing. One thing I had learned multiple times over? He loved going into detail, and was very passionate about his killing methods.

Suppose I'll just have to get used to it.

My brain went on autopilot as I looked around the area. We were still about a mile from the hotel, I realized.

There were quite a few demons on the streets right now. Some noticed me almost instantly, and I winced as they sneered and turned away with a few 'anything but loud' remarks about hell's scummy inhabitants. I lowered my ears slightly with an irked expression before turning back to the sidewalk in front of me, kicking an empty can of Beelzebud Light Seltzer as I glared daggers at it.

I was then startled, and I jumped at the sound of cars crashing and demons screeching from behind me. I stopped and turned, my ears shooting up in confusion and awareness.

A purple and black portal had opened in the ground, taking up a wide diameter of the road. Multiple red tentacles sprung out like vines, wrapping around the pedestrians from earlier and pulling their thrashing and screaming life forms into the pit of darkness, only to be immediately silenced upon crossing over. Fire had started in various places from the cars that crashed into the sides of buildings and light posts, one singular light post falling over and smashing into the ground, causing a loud bang followed by sparks.

You would think that a turf war just passed through.

The familiar tentacles made my eyes widen though as I turned back to my overlord companion, who now that I looked at him directly, was surrounded by pulsing radio dials and demonic symbols that bled into the air around them.

With a flick of his wrist, the portal closed and the symbols faded. Just like that. I strained to keep my mouth from dropping in shock.

"Some people should learn when to keep their opinions to themselves. Don't you think so, dear?" He looked away from the damage he'd unapologetically caused, and I caught a mere glimpse of the dilated and black sclera of his eyes. As they dimmed back to their original light and dark red shades, I shifted the bags I held in my hands to keep them from getting clammy.

I gave him a crooked smile, glad that I was on the good side of this unpredictable twizzler.

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Once finally getting back to the hotel, I relieved my arms from the strain of carrying everything. I rolled my shoulders as Alastor set his bags on the counter with little to no effort. We made eye contact and I tsked, frowning in disapproval. His smile shortened, not quite reaching his eyes. "What?" He asked, arching a brow. I shook my head, leaving the stuff on the counter and going to lay on the lobby couch, stretching to cover the entirety of it so as to not share with the demon who walked over and looked down at me in annoyed amusement. I only hummed innocently, batting my eyes as my tail flicked.