The Devil's Assistant

Screwed Over 2/2

SLAM

His head shot in the direction just up ahead where that loud slam sound came from. It was coming from one of the Alleys that normally had teenagers and gangsters in doing drugs or making deals, and Alastor always walked past them with polite silence or'd just cross the street. He didn't bother them nor wanted to bother them, and because of that they haven't done anything to him. Or had a reason to.

Alastor was about to cross the street till he heard some muffling sounds. He looked back at the Alley just a few feet ahead of him and heard some banging sounds with more muffled noises. It sounded like someone was in distress. He really though about what to do. Just cross the street and ignore it? Check it out but don't get involved? Check it out, get involved and possibly killed? Just walk by and glance at whatever is going on and report it to the cops later?

I guess even Alastor wasn't sure cause he kept walking and got closer to the Alley. Just check and go, just check and go, check and go, check and go. The muffled sounds of what started to sound like a man in distress got louder, and he heard a few more banging sounds like someone was kicking metal. Or getting slammed against something hard.

Check and go. Check and go. Simple. He repeated in his mind, he took a few breaths to be prepared for the worst but hope for the best. He got closer and closer and finally walked halfway past the dark alley, he saw someone kicking around in the corner of his eye and took a quick glance at what was going on. But then he stopped moving and turned his entire head at what was happening in that alley.

He saw a rather large man pinned back down against one of the large grey trash cans kicking his legs around trying to free himself while his screams were muffled to the point it looked like the lemur like hand suppressing it harshly was about to break his jaw. Suppressing his shouts and pleas for help as he got more and more In a desperate state. Alastor wondered if he should interfere and stop Lemitlance from doing whatever she was doing that was making this guy go paler and paler with more and more wrinkles. It looked like she was absorbing the life out of him as her jaw was unhinged and biting down on his throat.

He kept watching, unsure what to do since he never saw something like this before.

He kept watching until the mans flailing around started to decrease and got more weak. He stepped forward and touched the demons shoulder. "Lemitla-" He jumped back as she shot her head up towards him. She opened her maw and let out a high pitched screech that echoed in the Alley and made his teeth vibrate to which he covered his ears like it was going to do anything.

Her hand on the man's jaw was practically about to break from how much pressure she put on it, she was almost done here.

His ears rang loudly and he blinked his eyes back open, first he stared at the ground and made his way up as he saw the familiar set of hooves and faded fur.

He saw Lemitlance dropping the close to skeleton like man into the trashcan she originally had him bent over on. She was licking something off her lips before turning to face him. She had her misshapen animal/insect form back on and not saying he's an expert but she looked... Younger?

"Y°°° uuoo°°°ka°°°...."

Her words were muffled as the ringing barely but surely began to cease. "Wha..." He started, not realizing how loud he was. "What was that!?" He couldn't hear himself just yet but he knew what he said.

Lemitlance just stared at him blankly, blinking one eye, then the other eye before her third eye blinked. Her ears then shot up as she started looking up and around. Al thought he saw a light shine above him, but before he could look Lemitlance grabbed his hand and dragged him outside and away from the alley. Her feet made muffled clomping sounds equivalent to a horse as Alastor tried to catch up with her quick haste.

He tripped over air and his own feet at times before his pace matched up hers. He looked behind them to see that no one was chasing them, he was going to yell at her to stop before he was whipped around one of the lights of the light post. Making him stumble and trip on himself all over again.

Each time before and after he'd meet Lemitlances pace he'd get whipped around and dragged like a cart or a slick fox to avert the light the posts emitted or to turn a corner down a street. Things would keep blurring here and there, giving him little time to adjust and see where the hell she was taking him. "Stop--" He managed to say, he didn't sound muffled like he originally heard. "STOP!" He heard himself loud and clear just like the rabbit demon did. Instead of just stopping she twirled around, not letting go of Al's hand it made him do the same before abruptly coming to halt.

He paused for a minute, hunched over trying to process everything. He saw the lemur-like hand in his and snatched it away. "What was that!?" He blurted out, Lemitlance opened her mouth to speak but another question poured out of his mouth like a faucet. "Why did you start running? Why did you bring me with you- why... What did you do to that guy!? Wait don't answer that- Why do you look younger? What-" He put his hands on his head and turned around, taking a few steps away from the demon, breathing heavily from running. Trying to process everything and figure out what questions he actually wanted the answer to.

Lemitlance just watched. Tilting her head a little to the side as she watched him have a mini panic attack.

After some pacing and winded muttering, he stopped in his tracks and turned away from the demon, silent. But only for a few seconds before he said out loud "I kill and eat people for a living I think another guy getting killed by a demon is the least of my worries."

"It is." Lemitlance finally spoke. "Oh shit--" Alastor jumped around, doing some kind of shimmy out of surprise. The demon held back a laugh even though her cheeks got bigger a little red like a kid. She brought a hand to her mouth and wiped the unseriousness from her face.

Al whipped his hands on his legs and braced himself, going over the steps in his mind a teacher taught him once whenever he got too 'up' and not even knowing why.

He cupped his hands and breathed into them a few times before rubbing his hands together and pausing entirely. He opened his eyes and stared off, thinking about what would be the best question to ask and if he even wanted to know the answer to it. Confusing yet impressing the demon, not seeing this anxiety method before.

He clapped his hands once before clasping them together, making the demon flinch and refocus herself as the cinnamon skinned man turned to face her once again.

"... Did you get rid of the mess in my apartment?" He asked plainly. Lemitlance took a step forward with her arm out and pointing, her crooked cartoons smile on her face and open ready to finally answer his questions. Yet she didn't speak. She paused, furrowed her brow as her eyes began to wander to the side.

"I fucking knew it..." Alastor said before grabbing the demon by her collar with one hand and pointing at the soaked room around them. "Clean this up- NOW!"

"BITCH Tá mé ag iarraidh!" Lemitlance shouted back at him.