Thank God Weirdo Spiders DON'T fly

~Lesson: 5~

"Now that dinner's done, get out." I ordered and blocked Claude from entering my territory again.
The dinner was.. Nice.. And quiet and the dance was good for me, not for Claude. Since he tried to pull me on the dance floor, I smacked him with my glove and walked back to our table. That was good. Claude tried to start a conversation with me, that didn't turn out so well for him either. Didn't he learn already? I. Don't. Like. Him. We're just coworkers. That is all.
Claude rolled his eyes. "Fine. At least the baking was--" I slammed the door on his face and locked it. I sighed in relief and walked over to my couch and plopped down on it. Whew! What a relief! Claude's gone, My kitties are here, and I'm here with them alone. Just the way I like it!
My kitties.... I looked around my territory for my kitties. I don't hear any meowing, no purring, no soft patters over to me... What?! I stood up quickly and walked into my kitchen. No, they're not there.. I then started calling out their names while walking over to my room. Once I opened the door, I looked around. No Puffins or Milo...
"They have to be around somewhere..." I mumbled as I walked back to the kitchen.
I then spotted something on the left over cake on the counter. Huh? I thought Claude put it away...
Apon closer inspection, there was a little note on top of the cake frosting. Really? Whoever left this here is practically stupid. They don't have the sense to put it on the fridge or AT LEAST somewhere else?
I picked up the note and read it.

Sebastian,
if you're reading this then that means you now noticed your cats are gone. Yes, I took them. Don't worry, right now I'm petting them in my lovely chair. Oh? Where I am right now? Well, I'll give you a little riddle to solve...
This place is only where special people go. The people that lost that one special person and must find a container to put them in.
You may have got it already so that's all I'm putting down. See you there!
~Your dear demon,
Claude Faustus~

My eyes began glowing that pink color once I read his name. I crumpled up the paper and opened my palm back up. The note caught on fire and instantly turned to ashes as I watched it burn. "So, Claude wants to play a little game? I'll play your little game you filthy disgrace." I said angrily through my clenched, sharp teeth. He stole and touched my territory.... Pay back is going to be a bitch for him...
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I bursted through the doors of 'THE UNDERTAKER' and looked around.
Everything was filthy and covered with dust along with many spider webs. It made me grit my teeth once I layed my eyes on those filthy webs.
"Hello there Michaelis!~ What can I do for you today?~" I looked over at the front counter to spot the 'legendary' grim reaper, Undertaker.
I walked up to him with my eyes glowing pink and picked him up by his throat. "Where's Claude?" I asked. Undertaker just giggled in response.
"Is that all for today? That will cost you a laughter~..." I clenched his throat tighter before asking, "Fine. What's the difference between your job and a dead prostitute?" Undertaker tilted his head to the side. "What is the difference?--" "Your job still sucks."
I interrupted. Undertaker blinked before laughing hysterically.
I dropped him and dusted off my suit with him still laughing.
"AHAHAHAaahhh.... That's the best joke I've heard in a long time~ Alright. I'll answer your question."
He stood up and gestured me to follow him.
We walked out of the shop and Undertaker stopped. I did as well but was then turned around to face the shop. Undertaker's hands cupped my cheeks and pulled my face up to where I was now looking on top of the shop. "Go up there and you'll know where to go from there." He said and unwrapped his hands from my cheeks. I looked back down only to find him gone already. Mysterious and creepy as always...
I hopped up and landed on top of the shop. I looked around only to be interrupted by a scent flowing through my nose. Claude's scent.
Yes, demons can sense and smell each others scent...
I followed the filthy scent to an apartment complex. What? Claude lives in an apartment? He's such a noob at finding territory...
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I walked up to the door that was reeking with Claude's scent and knocked on it. I heard some rustling then silence before Claude's muffled voice say, "Come in." I took some steps back before running and kicking the door down. It flung open and it's knob slammed against the wall. "No, you come here." I ordered with my eyes ferociously glowing pink.
Claude stepped out of the shadows inside his home revealing my two kitties in his hands. Puffins with Claude's hand wrapped around her neck and the same for Milo. The sight made me even more angry as I clenched my fists. He walked over to me with his dress shoes tapping against the tile in a steady rhythm. The tapping stopped once he was at the doorway.
I held out my arms. "Kitties. Now." Claude looked down at them in his arms before his yellow orbs looked back to me. "Come and get them." He clenched his hands which the result surprised me when the cats suddenly disappeared.... They were fakes...
I growled, showing my teeth, and swiftly pulled out my trusty butter knifes. Claude took a few steps back while smirking before I ran in with inhumanly speed and began throwing the knifes at him. He dodged them and they stabbed the wall behind him, making them stick out.
I stopped and Claude stopped as well.
"Claude, it would be much easier for the both of us if you just give me my cats back." I said. Claude chuckled. "It's much more entertaining to me if we fight like this. But... There is another way you can have your cats back.." I rose a brow. "And what is that?" He pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose before answering, "If you make this ten favors of me, the cats are yours."
"Make that two favors and we have a deal."
"Five."
"Three."
"Four."
I placed my fingers on my chin while thinking. He's never going to stop... Ugh. So aggravating... "Fine. Four favors. Deal." I stated plainly. Claude smiled and clapped his hands. "Puffins, Milo! Your dear owner is here!" I heard meowing and looked down to see Puffins and Milo patting their soft paws over to me. I swear Claude... One of these days...