“Just hand it over, or you’ll be expecting some, we should say, flesh wounds.” Said a short man with golden blonde locks, very womanly hair, must take care of it everyday.
He held a gun that was much larger than him and was placing up against a very unlucky victims head. His weapon would not only kill the victim but will also destroy any trace of him. The man was shaking all around trying his best to not burst into tears and not collapse.
“I said… HAND IT OVER ASSHOLE!” The man’s hand slipped and the gun flew onto his foot; he pulled the trigger in this same process.
His body burnt away in a blink of an eye leaving no scream and no trace of his existence, just the gun he shot himself with.
All he could see was white nothing else, just a plain colour.
“Why is it all white? Bullshit I’m going to heaven.” He said now feeling a floor under his back; he then heard tough breathing around him. “Wait my fuckin’ eyes are closed.”
He opened his eyes and was greeted to three green skinned creatures looking over him, one with a single eye, another with three, and the last one with normal pair of two; expect one was looking in the opposite direction. The man let out a blood-curdling scream.
After a few hours of beginner therapy and a well-told story, this man now revealed as ‘George’ was in a negotiable state.
“So you guys are demons, ogre demons.” George said trying to make some sense. “And we’re in demon city, and this is where ‘worthy’ souls come after they die, and I’m still a ghost demon, and I change into whatever demon is chosen for me, ok.” George stated speaking at a very low grade level.
He was wearing an orange jumpsuit, something that a prisoner would wear, however it was plain without any serial number or excess writing. The ogres got bored and went off to do their own things, leaving George all alone sitting in the middle of what looked like an alleyway but was lit up and nothing that you would see in the ‘other’ world. George was still unsure of this place; all he knew is that he was dead. After many arguments with himself, George got off of the dirty floor and headed out towards what looked like a street, but there were no cars or any vehicle for that matter. He stepped in the middle of the road, empty streets as if the whole city was dead. Suddenly, out of the sky plummeted a figure that was much taller than George. George stood there staring at the now on fire figure and was completely oblivious to the fact that it was heading for him. BANG! The figure smashed straight into him and created a giant hole in the street and a cloud of smoke arose from the hole. Through the smoke lay a now unconscious, but very alive; George and a mixed race girl with long coal black hair wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a shirt with a pony that was red with horns, the rest of the shirt was a similar black to the jeans, was now sitting calmly and comfortably in George’s lap.
At first she looked around and was confused by her surroundings, then looked down. She blushed and stared at her position on the now awakening George. She saw him trying to get up and jumped out of his lap, then let out her hand to help him up.
“Uh, Hey. Sorry to, uh, fall on you?” The girl said in a voice that she was not proud of, blushing even more.
“Yeah, you’re heavier than you look, you carry something in those pockets or does your demon magic cover that shit up.” George replied annoyed and ignoring the help that was offered to him.
“Hey asshole! It’s not a good impression to talk about a woman’s weight!” The girl stated loosing the redness in her cheeks and now whole face filled with a red of rage.
She decided to let it slide and said right after “Well you might as well know my name, I am Tiger the great cat demon!” She said standing tall with George at her boob height.
“Uh yeah, I’m George, I guess I’m fine, but can I ask for a favor?” George replied trying to not look too much at her chest.
“Might as well repay you for breaking my fall, what you want?” She said not really caring for him.
“Well I only just got to this place, could you uh, help me out in this place?”
“Eh, why not, I’m not doing anything else anyway.”
