The Demons Collection

Ch.5

  "Woo!" he whooped and doing a fist pump "Good sales, good company, only one emotionally distressed Goddess, and Shelby only brutally beat up one person and didn't even get a restraining order placed on her. He said the last part over his shoulder, just in time to see her give him a certain rude gesture.

   On the walk home Ryan hummed "A Friend Like Me", it was a nice day... err well as nice a day can be in hell. Personally he preferred California or Ireland. The stereotypes for those places were ridiculous he thought, not all Californians were movie stars and the Irish didn't drink as much as people thought, they drink alo~t more. Any way there was an artificial sky set up to mimic the mortals realm it was nice sunny day, partially cloudy of course it was much different in the other circles of hell they had their own weather, just theirs was less pleasant. The house came into view a few minute later. Seeing it always brought a smile to his face as it was the oddest little thing to him. Two stories high with an attic and basement, a garage made for two cars but has never held a car (only motorcycles), and filled from floor to ceiling in tools ,(and assorted weapons), of all shapes and sizes. Not a single screw mingled with a nail for that would be unforgivable chaos in terms of the mechanic. It had a quaint front yard garden lush green grass and rose bushes to go along. The hose was brick with steel reinforcing the interior of the walls. The store was neural but the house was not; there have been 'incidents' always ending in retaliation from a supposed 'bad deal'. He put the warning labels and gave out manuals for a reason, sheesh.

  "Yo Ange, I'm home."

   "Blegh", came a response, "I hunger for souls. The souls of popcorn!" Ryan snorted

   He walked into the living room turning a corner to the left of the door and walked over the ugly baby barf green couch they had. The same couch where his friend lay. Said friend he noticed reeked of sweat as she was wearing was sports clothes and had successfully drenched them fully.

  "Yeah I could go for some popcorn."

  "Nice, go pop us some will ya?" he heard

  "Lazy arse. Go take a shower you smell something awful like a fat gluttony died and no one cleaned the mess and I don't want that smell on our couch."

   "Blargh, you slave driver."

  As she got up from the couch he had to resist the urge to toss an m&m into her missing cheek. In full view one could see the missing portion of where her left cheek should be so on could see the jaw, teeth, and tongue along with the burn on the same side, her lips were fine though funnily enough. Yet due to magic and whatnot the missing space can feel as if the skin is still there which is pretty neat trick when going they go to a bar, drinking something she'll swish it in her mouth then drop it, it always hilarious to see water floating then splashing everywhere, it also usually ends in a bar fight.

  Stretching out one could also see the inside of her abdomen on her right side some small intestine and a few ribs, along her side one could also see the horrid burn scars that would cripple a normal human. He didn't care he saw her as the 5ft6in woman roommate who ate his food and drew the ire of embodiments of lust for her athletes figure, "just workout that's all it takes ya lazy bums" she frequently tells them. Her shoulder length raven hair was matted down with sweat he could smell from the kitchen.

"You get popcorn after you don't smell like a decaying mammoth."

  "I don't even know what a dead mammoth smells like" she said from upstairs laughing

   "And pray you never do" he laughed along.