Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 62- Laugh It Up

Jace’s pov

They say both good and bad luck comes in threes. Since I haven’t had any good luck to count, let’s count the bad shall we.

First, I got shot. That’s just a given. Second, the building where Micah and I were hiding on the roof had a missile, or some shit fired at it, and we dove to a very uncomfortable landing. Third, Malcomb launched some shit from what I assume was old spray paint cans, and knocked everyone out. Everyone but me that is.

So that should be the end of it, correct? All my bad luck has been used up for the night. 

So then why the hell am I standing over top of a demon, who did not get knocked out from the gas, but instead was laughing maniacally. Sprawled out on his back, skirt hiked up to his waist, dick hanging out, and holding his stomach laughing. 

“Balor, would you shut the fuck up!” I growl at him. Any second some of Malcomb’s goons would come this way to see what was going on, and I’d be left to fight them off all by myself. 

“Im..ssss..sooo..ahhh haha.” He squeals some more. The prick couldn’t even get the word sorry out of his mouth without laughing. 

I don’t have time for this. I literally, do not have fucking time for this. But what could I do? Knocking him out was out of the question. He’d just regenerate and wake the fuck back up, and start up with the tee hee’s again. “Can you like vanish back to your own realm?” I suggest.

“No..no…” He manages to sit himself up, and makes a real effort this time to control himself. “I’m..here to help…” He grinds his teeth, and makes some pained noises, seconds before he flops himself back down, and starts howling again. 

It’s hard to believe that less than five minutes ago, I was marching this way to try and stop Malcomb on my own, just praying that somebody else was still awake that could help me. Well, I was specifically praying that Azariah was awake, but now I hope to hell she isn’t. This was most definitely not the sight I wanted her to stumble upon. Part of that might be because I didn’t wish to explain who and what Balor was. 

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try my hardest to get my temper under control. He’s here to help me, I chant in my head. It’s not his fault that this shit was the equivalent to laughing gas for him. 

Or was it?

“Balor!” I go for a stern tone, but he just laughs harder and harder.

“Your…face…is soooooo red,” He squeals. He opens his eyes a few times, looks at me, then squeezes them shut, with actual tears rolling down his face. 

The sound of heavy thumping, followed by leaves crunching alerts me to the fact that at least four persons were heading my way. I couldn’ pick up on anything being said, just their determined marching towards the laughing idiot I was currently with. 

“Hey Balor, there’s some werewolves headed this way to kill us. Do you think you could pull yourself together for a minute or two?” 

He cracks his eyes open just the tiniest bit, then manages to roll himself over to his side. At least from this angle his package was no longer hanging out. I’m not sure why it bothers me so much, but something about his nonchalant attitude towards his dick constantly swinging all about grates on my nerves. 

More than his laughing does.

He crawls himself over to the nearest tree, and uses it to help himself to a standing position. Of course he does this while still laughing, but I’ll take it as the blessing it is. 

“Prepare Jace! We go into battle.” He bellows out, while throwing his arm up in the air, hand tightened into a fist as if he had a sword clutched in his hand.