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The demon, in all of his handsome features had one humanistic quality, his expressive eyes. Why I thought that when I was pinned to a wall on the top floor of an office building with a eight foot red man with bat wings and a pointed tail dangerously close to my face? I have no idea. I'd just brought back a small child to where the kid said his daddy worked. "Trevor Kinsed," the demon said my name. "Yes?" I eyed him up and down. He was slightly attractive, even though he was probably going to rip me limb from limb shortly. "You are under my protection now." He announced. The demon leaned down and whispered into my ear. "Thank you, for saving my son." "No... No problem, sir." I felt my knees weaken. "I am forever in debt to you." "Well, if you're in debt to me, what counts as that debt being paid?" I asked, my eyebrow raised. "A demon never fully pays his debt. But he will do his best to." He murmured softly. "I need your name." "I am Lord Malachai." "Well, my Lord," I smirked softly to myself. "You can get started on paying that debt by doing me a favor."
