The Little Demon

Chapter 2

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Malice!" Die chided as he sat atop of his golden throne, glowering down at the younger demon while Kill stood by his side with an equally irked expression.

"Die," Malice sighed. "I'm sorry. I forgot, I-"

"Because of your careless behavior," The king interrupted. "The entire ceremony was ruined!"

"Exactly!" interjected Kill. "This was to be the pinnacle of our achievements. Now thanks to you, I am the joke of the whole kingdom!"

"It wasn't her fault!" Anti objected, glitching in front of his friend. "We got caught up in an occurrence with lots of flashing lights and-"

"Flashing lights?!" Roared Die, jumping to his feet. "You went to the human world again, didn't you?!"

"Nothing happened." Malice seethed with an annoyed glare at Anti who was sidestepping out the way.

"Malice, how many times must we go through this?" Die groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You are not to be anywhere near those...those...vermin!"

"Die, they're not vermin!" She protested. "They're-"

"They're vile! Do you think I want one of my most talented demons to breathe the same air as a filthy mortal?!"

"I'm 2400 years old, Die!" Malice asserted. "I'm not a-"

"Don't you take that tone of voice with me! As long as you live in this palace, you'll obey my rules!"

"Would you just listen to me for one-"

"NOT ANOTHER WORD!" The king bellowed that even made Anti and Kill shrink back. "I am never to hear of you going to the human world again! Is that clear?!"

Malice didn't answer.

With a hard stare, she turned on her heel and stormed off out of the throne room with Anti glitching behind her.

After a moment of tense silent, Die let out a long groan before slumping back onto his throne with his head in his hand.

"Was I too hard on her?" He asked without looking at Kill who awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other.

"Definitely not, Sire! If Malice was my responsibility, I'd show her who was the boss. I would keep her under tight control. None of this venturing into the mortal world business..."

A grin slowly started to spread on the king's face.

"You're absolutely right, Kill. Malice needs constant supervision."

"Yes, Sire..."

"Someone to watch over her and keep her out of trouble." He stood back up to place a hand on his shoulder. "And you're just the man to do it."

"Wh-?"

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"How do I get into these situations?" Muttered Kill as he stomped down the path outside of the palace gardens. "I should be lecturing aspiring youngsters, not tagging along after some headstrong-"

He cut his bickering when his eyes landed on Malice and Anti looking around before joining hands.

"Oh no..." Kill groaned, rushing up to them before they could disappear into a flash of teal.

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"Malice, are you okay?" Anti asked gently as they sat atop of a high brick wall that separated a black top parking lot and a lush green field.