The Royal Demon & The Lonely Girl

Chapter 2 - Helping The "Cosplayer"

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Esme cautiously walked back over to the dumpster. Then she carefully picked up the top of it and looked inside.

She saw a man with red horns sitting at the bottom of it, he looked tired. He had one eye open and was rubbing his head.

The man then looked up and saw the head of a girl with a look on her face that he couldn't describe.

They both stared each other in the eyes.

'Gold eyes...'

'Red eyes...'

Esme then quickly shut the top of the dumpster. She did not want to get involved with whatever the hell he was doing.

"Hey!" She heard, before looking back and seeing the man lifting the lid and standing up in the dumpster. "That was rude of you!"

Esme then turned back around again and continued to walk away.

"Hey! Listen when I'm talking to you! Do you know who I am?!" Dazod yelled.

Esme sighed and walked back up to him. "What do you want? Aren't you just some annoying role-playing weeb?"

Her response annoyed him. 'Role-playing weeb? I didn't read about those when I studied humans.'

"I don't know what those are, but I am most likely not one of them!" Dazod answered the brunette girl.

Esme sighed again before looking at the man's physical stature. He was half naked, with some type of wounds.

'Is he some type of perverted masochist?!'  Esme thought before backing away again.

"What?" He said.

"I've heard about people like you."

'Finally they realized I'm a demon.' Dazod smirked. "Really? Then what am I?"

Esme gulped a bit. "A creepy, masochistic, perverted weeb."

With each adjective she spoke, Dazod felt a blood vessel pop. "No!" 'This is why I hate and kill humans, they're annoying and only get in the way.'

"You should just give it up and go home already. I'm not going to play along." Esme says.

"I'm not playing- gah!" Dazod felt one of his wounds reopen from getting overly worked up. He coughed out a bit of blood as well.

"Eh?" Esme muttered. She looked at his wounds again. He was bleeding out now.

"Hey! I think I heard something over here!" A voice said.

Esme froze. 'Why are the cops here?!' She sighed to herself. 'I'm going to regret this...'

The girl then grabbed the man's arm. "What are you doing?" Dazod asked, getting pulled out of the dumpster.

"Trying not to get us arrested, now come with me, I'll patch up your wounds." The girl said, pulling the man inside the building from the back entrance.

"Arrested? Are you a criminal?" Dazod asked as they entered the building.

"No. But people who stay in alleys or in the back of buildings for a while are considered drug dealers, and cops don't like drug dealers." Esme says.