Angel - City of Fear

Los Demonio

"Los Demonio, dah city of fear," Doyle started explaining to Angel, after Demonic left. "It was going ta  be called Fearengelse back in dah day, but, some demons did a little convincin' and ten it was decided to be named Los Demonio. Demonio is a spanish word for Demon. It still lives up ta it's nickname 'City of fear'."

 "The city of fear?" Angel repeated, unfamiliar to the word.

"It's basically like Los Angeles; except it is dah most dangerous, demon infested dimension of Earth than anywhere." He chuckled. "I've been in Los Demonio. But... Tere are some people out tere who get desperate enough ta take a ride; escape."

 Angel's eyebrows hunched together.

"Escape from what?" Angel moved forward in his chair.

Doyle smiled, taking out a bumpy-ancient textured ball.

“Anythin' ya can name.” Doyle told him.

 Traveling through dimensions could be a roller coaster; the traveler had at least needed to know where they were going. But there were factors that determine where the clueless traveler goes; how awake they are, hurt, thirsty, and hunger.

Even, how they feel about themselves.

 Doyle looks up. "What was I thinkin'?"

  Angel tapped his chin.

 "And you left," Angel taps a finger on the desk. He didn't need to be told by Doyle what happened there. He could make a good guess. "You made more enemies there?"

  Doyle nodded.

"Oh yes," Doyle combs through his hair. He walks through the dripping sewers in his demon form.  Doyle recalls what he had experienced which better yet explains how he got in the sewers."How I gave her...my visions."

 Angel is not pleased by what he is told.

 "Who is this demon...that you refer to as ’H-Killer' with a movie?" 

Doyle puts the ball on the table.

 "Truth ta be told; he's ugly." Doyle said straight out. "And tere's no horns dat’s part of it."

Angel has a ‘Tell me’ look on him.

“His name in English is Hendrown.” Doyle played with the ball.

Angel could not picture a demon given a silly name.

“Funny name for a demon,” Doyle chuckled. “I heard rumors dat Lucifer mocked him for dah name. And snap,” Doyle snapped his fingers. “Whatever human body Lucifer was possessin' was torn into pieces. Dat's when Lucifer coined the word we know as ‘H-Killer’.”

“Have you ever met him?” Angel asked.

Doyle pressed the top of the ball. The Ball automatically became a rounded shoulder part that has thick skin, rough edges, and a demon quality.

 “I didn’t know who he was before,” Doyle explained. “I beat him at poker.”

Angel gestures to the part on his desk.

 “What part is that?”

“It’s from his shoulder; a reward.” Doyle pressed the middle and it became a ball again. He was visibly disgusted by it too. “I have no idea where to ditch this.”

 “I do.” Angel said, putting a coffee cup over the ball. It bothered him to see it. “How long did it take to realize you speaking with a violent demon?”