"Maze... Maze! Come on' Maze! We had plans to go to that badass demolition place downtown!" A sixteen-year old Trixie Decker exclaimed as she pounded away at the infamous' demon's apartment door while her school backpack slowly began sliding off her shoulder. Keep in mind, the young Decker's other hand was currently holding on to her pink softball bat that she planned on wrecking an old car with later on that day. "Maze...ugh! Stop having sex and let's go!" Trixie complained loudly at the demon's front door.
Mazikeen Smith, however, was currently naked under the red covers of her California king-sized bed with an unknown brunette, and she groaned once the sound of door-pounding began pulling her out of her sleep-induced trance.
"Fuck me!" Maze hissed as she threw her bed cover away from her body and slowly stood up, exposing every inch and curve that made the demon relatively human. The female beside her slowly opened her eyes and smiled.
"Already did." The brunette female quipped with a cocky smirk. Maze, however, was not impressed and began scrambling around, looking for her clothes and high-key pissed off at the audacity of Trixie pulling her out of her sweet, hellish nightmares.
"Alright Edna, I'll see you later." Maze deadpanned as she slid on a random t-shirt and some shorts she managed to scavenge from the floor. The brunette female's expression changed from cocky to slightly irritated.
"First off, it's Emily-" She began, but Maze interrupted her.
"Okay Amanda, then. Well. Bye." The demon interrupted as she began walking to the front door. The brunette woman (or Emily, I suppose) scoffed and began searching for her clothes on Maze's apartment floor.
"Hey...have you seen my..." Keep in mind, the brunette was searching for her bra, up until she stared up at Maze's ceiling fan and spotted it on top of said fan, spinning around.
"I appreciate the parting gift, bye." Maze replied as she began ushering her out of her bedroom. The brunette got increasingly frustrated, so she quickly slid on a pair of panties and a shirt while holding a pile of more of her clothes, and began storming out of the apartment. Emily threw the door open, causing a teenage Trixie's eyes to widen in surprise and to quickly move out of the way.
"I want my bra back, it's Victoria Secret! The brunette screamed as she began walking down the block. A half-dressed Maze leaned against the threshold of her apartment door with her arms folded across her chest. A hellish smirked played on her lips.
"Mmm, wasn't that interesting of a secret, but, I guess." Maze insulted her recent hookup's chest size, then sighed as Trixie looked at her in disbelief. "What, teenage human?" The demon asked. "Don't you ever get tired?" Trixie asked as she threw her heavy backpack and pink softball bat inside of Maze's apartment. Maze looked thoughtfully at the teenage Decker.
"Tired of...?" Maze asked as she walked back inside the apartment and began searching for actual clothes to wear. Trixie followed suit.
"Not that I have anything against brunettes and all, but, I heard blonde's were much more fun." Trixie shrugged as she waltzed over to Maze's kitchen to search for an after-school snack. "Just saying." She said, before scavenging the fridge. As Maze was looking for clothes inside her bedroom, she paused for a second.
"Not my type." Maze called out as she finally found a good pair of tight leather pants and her black combat boots.
"So you're all about brunettes, then?" Trixie muffled from the kitchen, due to the fact she was scarfing down an English muffin at that moment. In the other room, Maze's brows furrowed, and she stopped her actions completely.
"I'm all about..." Maze was about to reply, but then stopped herself and out of nowhere, felt herself get heated. It had been a whole decade since...her. Ten years. Ten fucking years of Maze wallowing in self-pity, self-hatred, alcohol, and dark-haired women that even slightly resembled the first woman to ever walk the face of the mortal Earth. "Whoever I fucking please, Trix." Maze mumbled and shook it off. She did, after all, have a whole ten years to figure out how to deal with heartbreak. The demon assumed she did well with dealing with her emotions, considering Los Angeles didn't exactly contain any self-help books, websites, or media that helped demons get over heartbreak. Plus, Linda had been an excellent help when she wasn't busy raising Charlie. Of course, Maze would always find a way inside the therapist's house no matter how many times Linda would lock her doors past midnight, but that wasn't the current matter at hand.
Once Maze got dressed and of course, packed all her precious knives and sharp weapons inside her bag, she made her way to the kitchen where she saw the teenage Decker recovering from a sudden food coma. She smirked.
"Ready, lil' Decker?" Maze challenged with a playful smile etched on her lips. Trixie looked up, then nodded with a grin.
"Ready. Let's tear up some old cars!" Trixie exclaimed excitingly as she grabbed her softball bat and made a break for the door. The teenage Decker was so excited, she opened Maze's front door without looking forward, and automatically collided with a feminine body. "Say, watch it!" Trixie whined, before looking at who she collided with. Standing right in front of her, was a beautiful woman with slightly curly dark hair, clad in a summer sun-dresses.
"My, oh my. You aged so beautifully." The female said shyly as she smiled at Trixie, before looking behind her at a astonished Maze. The demon dropped all her knives on the floor, while Trixie began contemplating if this unknown lady had lowkey insulted her by calling her 'old'.
"Maze...!" The female said excitedly as she walked passed Trixie towards the demon. All of a sudden, Maze pulled out a winking sharp Shuriken and held it mere centimeters away from the brunette's chin, stopping the woman in her tracks before she could even attempt to hug the infamous demon.
"Eve." Maze greeted, coldly.