My Plus One: The Devil

Eating Out

I stiffened, unsure where this was heading. Tristan noticed my tense state and let go of my chin with a sigh.

"How about the witch? Didn't you say we were going to find her?" I questioned, eager to fill the uncomfortable and tension-filled silence that had settled.

Tristan sat back on the love seat, I followed and made myself comfortable next to him.

"Bambi and Vasbar mentioned that there were sightings of her in the caverns. I'm not entirely sure I want us to be heading there though. As soon as any of those tormented souls get a whiff of your very much alive self, they are going to want to eat you" Tristan looked at me from the corner of his eye, "and not in the good way".

I dead panned as Tristan smirked. Vulnerable Tristan had obviously gone back into hiding, and inappropriate Tristan was back in full force.

"Have I ever told you how charming you are?" I asked with a straight face.

"Oh Olive, you don't need to say I am. I know-"

"Good. Cause you're not and I don't wish to give false pretenses" I cut him off, finding sadistic joy in seeing his smirk falter.

"Well. As I was saying" Tristan mumbled a bit annoyed, " I don't think it's wise to be taking you to the caverns. But I doubt our "tie" will permit me to travel so far from you, despite us being in my realm so to speak".

"This may or may not be a stupid question. But why not go to Satan? Maybe he can help with this?"

"You see, the thing is. I've kind of been avoiding him cause I did some... Pranks.... And I'm still letting him cool off." Tristan remarked with a very uncommitted shrug.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Is this prank of yours a way to get him to not have you as the next leader of hell or whatever?"

"I mean. One could say so."

"What was this so called prank anyway?"

"I may, or may not have, allowed a hoard of financial spirits into his sleeping chambers."

I scrunched my nose, "that doesn't sound too bad??"

Tristan looked at me with horror etched onto his face.

"What?" I snapped, a bit peeved at feeling like an idiot for not knowing why financial spirits were so bad.

"All the financial spirits talk about, they won't stop for millenniums if gotten started... Especially in huge groups, is" Tristan paused for dramatic effect, "taxes".

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.

"Satan will never help us now" I growled after I subdued the horrible tingle that followed from the word 'taxes'.

Vasbar casually walked into the room again, "I heard you guys were all done with the 'serious stuff', I must say, disappointed there wasn't a kiss." Vasbar had a disapproval frown on his face, "must give this reality tv show a lower rating".

I rolled my eyes at the flamboyant shapeshifter. I could practically feel Tristan doing the same thing.

"Anywho, I've set up some food on the table In the room next door if you want to help yourself. I'm sure you are famished!"

I didn't even notice how hungry I was, and pinked as my stomach unleashed a growl that could probably terrify the hell hounds.

Tristan let out a laugh before standing up and holding his hand out to help me.

I gratefully put my hand in his, and he pulled me up. Still a bit embarrassed I detached myself quickly and headed towards the food before my stomach decided to sing a solo. Despite what it may think, it's no Zayn Malik. My stomach and I need to work together, not go off and start its own singing career.