A Sunset of Rage

Chapter 2

"Dami, what's in that box?" Frederic asked curiously, pointing with a long finger.
"Jadelyn's foundation."
"What's in that box?"
"Jadelyn's old socks."
"What about that box?"
"Jadelyn."
Frederic was being treated to an exclusive tour of Damien's mansion. Right now they were touring the Jadelyn exhibit. "Look, I even have a book of all her quotes," Damien bragged.
"Demon, what's this recording box?" Frederic asked.
Damien teared up. That...was perhaps the most prized in the exhibit, besides her corpse. It was a collection of all her old voicemails. He reluctantly pressed play, bracing himself for the poetic beauty that was her voice.
"Hi Demon. This is your emo wife. Can you take the chicken out of the freezer? Love you, Jadelyn."
He wiped a tear from his eye. That was one of his favorites. If only he knew how much the chicken would mean when she died...
Frederic was happily clicking through the recordings. One played: "Damien, you need to pick up your quilt. Bye."
"How romantic," Frederic commented.
"No. A fool like you could never understand true love. What Jadelyn and I had was real emo love. To you it's just a quilt. But to us, it was a symbol of our love," Damien snapped.
He clicked to another one. A personal favorite: "STOP BEING EMO!!!!" He wiped away tears. Jadelyn's voicemails just got more and more poetic.
Blackie crawled up the wall, his thick black fur bristling. "D-Dami. A monster," Frederic whimpered, pointing.
"THAT'S HOW I FEEL AROUND WOOLLEN!" Damien hollered.
"Master, can I take a break?" a slave asked, busy painting a large portrait of Jadelyn.
"NO. GET BACK TO WORK," Damien ordered.
Frederic flopped down on the black and white couch, tired from all that walking. Damien sat atop his emo throne, which was embedded with plastic skulls. He was practically the king of the underworld. Upon seeing a fiber on his emo band shirt, he brushed it off with his tiny hand.
"Aww! Your little paw!" Frederic giggled.
"I do not have a paw. I have demon hands," Damien corrected.
"No, you have cute little paws, like a cute little creature," Frederic replied informatively.
"Wow, my self esteem," Damien said.
"Dami, didn't we have work today?"
Damien's beady eyes widened. "YOU FOOL! WHY DIDN'T YOU REMIND ME?!" he yelled, pulling his suit over his emo outfit. Frederic just stayed in his hideous polo shirt and khakis.
Damien screeched out of the driveway in his special edition black emo car, racing to the FBI office. Frederic was plopped in the back seat.
They soon arrived. "Be stealth," Damien ordered. They would sneak in without being noticed. 3 hours late was no big deal.
"WHERE THE F*CK IS THE D*CK BRIGADE?!" the manager was yelling. He'd obviously noticed their absence.
"Hi Cristobal," Frederic waved.
"Fool!" Damien yelled.
The manager rolled over at top speed, crunching Frederic under his chair. "WHAT THE F*CK WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU MISSED OUT ON EXCLUSIVE FBI DRAMA?!" he hollered.
"Forgive me, your godliness. I was giving a limited edition tour of my aesthetic mansion," Damien explained.
The manager slammed his coffee cup into the floor, making it explode. An employee coyly licked the drops off his face. "YOUR MANSION DOESN'T MEAN SH*T! LOOK HOW MUCH WORK WE'VE BEEN DOING!" he screamed, pointing with his big finger. The employees were typing dully, like always.
The missions were being given. Frederic and Damien were assigned a criminal stealing zoo merchandise at the zoo. "Yay, animals!" Frederic clapped. His compassionate heart was extremely annoying.
"We're on the case!" Damien saluted, running out of the building like a high-tech superhero. Frederic trotted behind him.