Doyle decided he needs a demon hunter to help him. Meeting Paul is a dangerous choice. I do not want a client to be killed by a demon chasing me, Doyle thought as he took a door into a room The other demons were oblivious to his presence at the bombed scene and quickly took out bodies that survived the explosion from the bar. Doyle heard there were survivors.
So to make sure they found Dean’ body; Doyle took a visit to the Autopsy (in demon form) room.
“Started with wine and nearly got blasted in ta pieces by wine,” Doyle thought aloud. He shudders at what could have happened without the wine’s intervention between him and Dean. Dean does not know when to give up, Doyle recalls as he looks under a body sheet. “Gross.”
Doyle puts the sheet back over the body.
“Not him.” Doyle wanted to check if Dean was among these bodies. He knew one physical feature that stood out from Dean more than his cold, hardened eyes: A bronze, rocky forehead. That bronze plate has the eye symbol at the center with a white diamond in the middle.
Doyle lifts another white sheet off a demon corpse.
“You won’t find him here.”
Doyle drops the sheet, and turns around, half-scared.
“Oh.” Doyle takes deep breaths, seeing who startled him. “It’s just ya; the medical Examiner Demon.”
The Medical Demon comes forward from a door out the darkness.
“If you were looking for a demon hunter in here, which is completely obvious,” The Medical Examiner bluntly points out. Doyle could tell by The Medical Examiner Demon’s voice that he grew up somewhere in Britain. “Then you are completely mistaken. Those are Biker Demons on the tables.”
The Medical Demon takes off plastic-surgeon gloves. He throws away the bloody surgeon gloves into a trash can.
“Oh, so that’s what everyone call gang demons in this dimension.” Doyle said, with a relieved laugh. Note to self, Doyle mentally reminds himself, ask this demon his name. So many things could be rusty about this dimension for Doyle; such as terms for hunters and bike riders.
“There’s a difference between Hunters and Bikers in this Dimension,” The Medical Examiner demon said, and then he rhetorically asks; “But why bother explaining to a demon that sneaked into an Autopsy?”
“I did a favor,” Doyle is taking napkins off his shoe. Plenty where that had come from, little bit of a mess getting in the Autopsy. “For your assistant, Ralph. I am afraid ya don’t realize how difficult it is ta get a car enthusiast hooked up with a cat demon.”
This didn’t surprise the demon.
The Medical Examiner Demon grumbles, “No good son of trash,” The Medical Examiner Demon then presses on to the biggest matter. “I may not be a Psychologist, but I sense your fear for this hunter.”
Apparently this hunter Dean is not dead as a doornail, yet.
Doyle sighs, as his fear o-meter went down.
“So…who are you again?” The Medical Examiner Demon asks.
Doyle rubs the back of his spikey neck, walking back and forth.
“Doyle.” Doyle said his name. “I am… Axtius kid. He got my mom pregnant, ditched her and me after finding out I was not pure Brachen demon.”
The Medical Examiner Demon grabs a sharp medical tool.
“And don’t think about attacking me.” Doyle stopped pacing. “Mom told me his name. Don’t know him personally—nor will I ever.”
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
