When I was younger I never really appreciated the power of foresight. I was a power hungry demon, who wanted to be the strongest and best at everything, and being able to "see" into the future didn't really help with that. But now I am really glad I have the "borrowed" power, because it saved me a lot of trouble.
Because being entombed for almost a hundred years, I've missed a lot. And I probably would have drawn unwanted attention dressed in my old fashion ass kicking outfit. So at least I knew what I was going into before hand, because of the foresight. Times have defiantly changed, but its fine with me. I was never really in to the whole eighteenth century stuff anyway. But this century looks like a blast… literally.
I wait until the flames die down the shimmer into the ally, sneaking up on the demons. "Boo." I whisper gently. They jump, the short one immediately lunging at me with an athyme. I duck under his arm, grabbing his hand and push the athyme into his stomach, grinning as he burst into flame.
I hear the other's footsteps behind me, and duck just in time to avoid getting knocked out by his impressively big fists. I crouch down, swinging out my leg and kicking the demon's legs out from under him. His weight, and the momentum from the punch, forces him down, and I'm immediately over him, with the athyme to his neck.
He relaxes slightly as the athyme digs into his throat. "What do you want, bitch?" he hisses, breathing heavily in my face. I scrunch my nose as the smell of his breath hits me.
"First off, do something about your breath. You want to kill the innocents, not make them pass out. And second, I want information. I've been kind of… indisposed, I guess you could say, the past almost hundred years, and I'm a little behind." I tell him, grinning.
"Are you kidding me?" he growls in the back of his throat, and makes a move to grab me. I press the athyme deeper into his neck, drawing blood, and then laughing gleefully as he puts his hand up in surrender. "Fine, what do you want to know?" he says, trying to be calm.
I just grin, and then shimmer us both back to the alcamists lair. I get up the minute we stop, smirking as his hand flies to his throat. "Sorry, I didn't want to have this conversation in the ally where some overcurious mortal could interrupt."
He smiles, causing me to wince when he reveals some seriously rotting teeth. "Bad move, bitch. You should have kept the athyme to my neck." he laughs, throwing an energy ball at me. I simply put up my hand, reflecting it back at him. He tries a few more time, failing miserably.
Finally he figures I'm not worth it and tries to fade out, but the protection spell I'd put on the lair prevented him from leaving. "Now, if you're done fooling around, we can get this over with." I exclaim, finding this hilarious after been locked for nearly a hundred years…
He looks around frantically, trying to find an escape. When he doesn't he turns back to me, pissed off. "What the hell did you do? Why can't I teleport?" he shouts, getting up in my face.
I just smile and extend my hand toward the stone slab in the center of the room, the only kind of seating. "It's a protection spell. Nobody but me can get in or out. Unless I let them in or out, that is. Please sit down, try to make yourself comfortable." I croon, testing out the power I'd been struggling with before the whole entombment thing.
I watch, fascinated, as this 6"2 demon follows my instruction and sits down. I throw my head back, and laugh. "Mind control… brilliant!" I murmur excitedly.
I circle around the slab, trying to break in the sexy black heels I conjured before, and try something else. "Hmm, lets see, what else can we do, huh? I know, bark like a dog." I crack up when this semi powerful demon starts barking like the damn dog he is.
I put up my hand, and he stops, falling silent. "Good boy, that's my good little sidekick. Or… uh, make that big sidekick." I giggle, quickly catching myself. After all, I'm not thirteen anymore.
"Now, what can you tell me about a certain demon? A demon they call Belthazor…"