Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 49 - Dark Magic

A/N: I debated between naming this chapter Dark Magic, Cheating Fate to Demented Demon or Magic Shop in Binds. After reading this chapter, feel free to let me which title suits it better <3

*A Demon's P.O.V*

*This chapter will be in the point of view of a villain.*

I strolled right into the shop, caressing the ring of the Indigo Shade that was present in my hand.

Wow, magnificent, I thought, admiring the vast array of ornaments adorned all over the place. My favorite were the headless dolls. Dear Satan, I need to grab a few of them and take them with me, back to the underworld...

"Can I help you?" The owner of the store asked, cheerfully.

I looked her up and down. She had mocha skin, her bright red hair was pulled into a fancy braid secured by multiple pink ribbons, and her princess themed dress was something you'd find in the closet of six year old girls...but who am I to judge? I have human skin in mine.

"Well?" She inquired, never once losing that sickening smile on her face.

She was so bubbly, it was disgusting. Ignoring the urge to reach forward and choke her, I cleared my throat and replied, "yes, actually, do you have any spell that can forward time?"

She laughed.

Fuck, it's so annoying!

"So, I would assume that's a yes?" I questioned.

"Yep!" She said, "but before I help you, I need to conduct a ritual on you."

"A ritual?" I asked, irritated.

"Yep!" She answered, "it's protocol. Hope you don't mind."

"Ugh, fine, whatever, just get it over with," I replied. Magic is something we demons excel in, however, since I'm a fairly new demon, I'm still in the process of learning spells. Plus, I left my spell book (which is over 1,000,000 pages long) down in hell and I'm too lazy to get it, so this is the next best thing.

I followed the petit woman into the back of the store.

"Sit down!" She commanded.

I complied and took a seat as she sat down across from me. The woman then grabbed a large red blanket lying in the middle of the table and yanked it, revealing a glowing purple crystal ball underneath.

"I just realized that I never got your name," she said, all of a sudden.

"Couldn't you figure that out with your magic?" I snapped. Her face fell. Fine, I'll answer. Oh my Satan-what is this feeling inside of me? Guilt?! Do I feel guilty for yelling...nah, that can't be right. I'm a demon and we demons don't feel that emotion. We're wrathful, lustful and sinister creatures with nothing but dark intentions. "It's Ambrose. You?"

"Isabelle Hattie but you can call me Mama Jay," she said, smiling. She grabbed my hands and closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, she giggled.

"What's wrong?" I asked, weirded out by her intense optimism. Fuck, this woman needs to experience trauma so she becomes miserable like the majority of the human race.

"You need to close your eyes, silly," she scolded in that playful tone of hers.

"Alright, fine, hurry up," I said, closing my eyes, "do your freaking ritual and give me my spell."

Minutes passed in silence as Isabelle, or Mama Jay, or whatever delusional name she wants to call herself, focused, while gripping my hands. Her hands felt very soft. Actually, they felt very nice.