The second book of adventures of 2 demon brothers , picks up after dispatching Abyzmals remains so he can't reanimate , existing in the human world after the murder (well you can't really KILL a demon, but more on that later)
Basically where they g...
When they got back to Edgars, he was sitting at the table wide awake and seemingly fully recovered he and Lily's hands were entwined, they had been gazing at each other . Dizmal just announced they would be leaving on the morrow, and how much he appreciated Lily's care while they were there . They looked at each other, it was Edgar that spoke, we have been talking and we know who you two are!. Raskal and Dizmal exchanged glances, both knowing full well this could go badly for the mortals..which is a shame because they aren't bad people ......for humans anyway . "Considering your sudden appearance when Lily was struggling, with caring for me , the rent , the swine of a land lord and all that on top of her husband dying, we believe you are both angels sent by god." Dizmal almost choked of the mouthful of wine he just took..(it had been a hell of a day".) Raskal let out a round of his usual maniacal laughter , at both the misguided assumption and Dizmal almost choking. Dizmal shot Raskal one of his wilting looks....Raskal looked down at his half disintegrated shoes, thought ' damn that hellhound drool is really corrosive'. Dizmal composed himself , wiped his chin on his sleeve , gave a humourless laugh "oh nothing like that , we were just here to help". Lily chimed in " I would never had managed with out you two , and that is a fact . (Seeing Dizmal was holding a fur pelt,indicating the gruesome souvenir slung over his shoulder ) she enquired "would you like me to make you something from it Dizmal ..? I could have a simple vest ready by morning .... it's the least we can do ." "Oh lily , that would be more than I can ask for , hide might be a little tough tho " So lily set about her sewing and poor Edgar retired for the evening..... while he is recovered , he is still a little weak and in need of rest . Dizmal and Raskal set about plotting their departure . This is it ,time to go , Raskal is torn between wanting to hang around to take Lily as his own but his better judgement, and the fact she and Edgar are now seemingly betrothed ( and he is still licking his wounds from the attack in the marketplace) common sense tells him it's time to move on . Dizmal had decided to make use of the rotten land lord , since Dizmal had been in his mind it's quite clear the landlord had no redeeming features at all , nobody would miss him and possessing him had become easier since his mind was going , he'll probably not last long, Maybe not even to the end of the journey , but we must get to Venice since that pesky angel Chamuel and that strange woman both suggested we go there .... and well, we don't really have anywhere else to be. So Dizmal went to work on the landlord and sort out a few things. Dizmal entered the landlords rooms , he was sitting right there where he had left him, he hadnt moved much , he had soiled himself , the stench was immediately evident as he entered his abode....' oh this won't do at all '.. Dizmal muttered to himself. He grabbed the landlords head and looked deep into him, he didn't even try to fight Dizmal off this time , his eyes were glazed, and had a permanent insane gaze, he was almost TOO far gone for their purposes. Dizmal could possess him easily ( tho he avoided projecting any tormenting thoughts in to his mind , in fact he tried a different tactic, the landlord had once had a kitten as a boy , one of the few things he was capable of showing love too, so Dizmal had him relive these moments to keep him happy and alive.)so while the land lords mind was occupied, Dizmal set about drawing a bath and cleaning the human meat sack. Dizmal had to admit to himself there were some pleasurable things to being human , food and soaking in a hot bath was good too . He cleaned up the host , found the best clothes he owned and dressed the body , tipped some lavender water on the cuffs, tossed that bottle into a bag with a few spare clothes (it's possible he may need to hide the smell of this body , it may start to rot a little before he actually dies, and they tend to lose control of body functions as well ) One more important thing , the papers , he rummaged and about in his mind till , he found their whereabouts, and set about forging his signature.
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