The Devil's Brother

Ch.2

Paimon

How the fuck do I get out of this one? I tried to brainstorm ideas as people on the beach stared at me. I knew i was in my human form, so what was the big deal?

"What did I tell you,Tyler! You need a bathing suit!" A woman walked into the water and looped our arms, shaking her head.

"Sorry folks, My brother is a little slow." She gave a small smile and walked me out of the water and on to the street before she dropped her arm.

"Thank you Miss...?" I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Ivy, Ivy Lendel. And it's no problem, hopefully I'll get good karma for helping you out." She smiled again and began to walk off.

I'd make sure Karma would only provide Miss Lendel with good things and happiness. She owed me a favor anyway.

"Miss Lendel, wait up!" I called after the young lady. She stopped and turned to face me.

"Yes?" She asked impatiently and checked her watch.

"Sorry to keep you, but I'm new around here. Anyway you can show me around?" I heard water slush around in my shoes as I stood tall.

"Uhm," Ivy tapped her watch,"Yeah okay. But I have some errands to run first. You down to tag along?" She smiled and nodded in the direction she was originally heading in.

Also I've been on earth for all of 5 minutes and I don't understand anything these humans are spewing. Instagram? Snapchat? Down to tag along? They sounded like Aliens.

I cautiously nodded.

We walked several blocks in silence before she finally spoke,"So what were you doing in the water?"

Oh shit. I forgot an excuse for it. Although i wasn't exactly expecting to pop up in a body of water.

"Oh I-"

"You'll have to tell me another time, We are here." She smiled and pointed to a small worn down house.

"This where you live?" I asked as we walked up the unstable staircase.

"God no." She laughed and I swear It was an angel acapella group.

My eyes wondered around the small home. It had pictures and art on the walls, beat up furniture, and a few coffee mugs laying around.

"Grandpa? You up?" Ivy called as she collected the mugs off of the table and the floor.

"I don't want any damn cookies!" A loud, mucus infested voice screamed.

Ivy shook her head and walked towards a back hallway. I followed, feeling uncomfortable being alone in a strangers home.

In Hell, I would have made myself at home by now. Feet on the table (or foot servant depending on wealth) and a bowl of hopes and a cup of blood in hand.

Humans were weird though. They knocked on doors and usually didn't look comfortable while in another's home.

I followed Ivy into a dark room, where an older gentleman was propped against a mountain of pillows.