Chapter Ten: Human

The shower felt amazing against her sore body. There really wasn't much to say, she fucked a demon and liked it. That was hardcore taboo, and she didn't care. The smile slipped across her lips, when she heard the door open, her smile went wider.

"Had fun?" He asked, chuckling. She ran a hand through his hair, his blue eyes caressed her body through the glass door. She turned around, crossing her arms, the water splashing against her face. She placed her hands to the glass door, Zalgo stepped up, placing his own palms against the cool glass.

"I was thinking Zalgo, I want to pursue my career in opera…" She tilted her head slightly, her hair clinging to her face, waiting for a disapproval. But instead, she had gotten a smile and a chuckle.

"Of course! The opera house is opening an act. The one he took you too…" The growl was there in his throat, yet he calmed himself; he was getting better at calming down. She was helping him with his anger. He had to thank her, she was something else. A saving 'grace' as he would think. He chuckled.

"What's so funny?!" She laughed, and gave a light thud to the glass door. He looked her over, before biting his own bottom lip.

"Oh just how your my saving grace." She too followed through with a light laugh.

"You're saying, a demon mind you, is saying that I'm a saving grace?" She couldn't help but laugh. It was after all, ironic that a demon was calling her a saving grace. Zalgo shrugged, grasping a plush towel from the side.

"So, I can drive you down there, and perhaps I can call Slender and we can meet up and have dinner." He leaned against the wall, watching her turn the water off and step out. Instantaneously her eyes darkened for a moment.

"Isn't that the guy from the videogames? I want to make sure, this is a nickname you know…" She was worried he could tell.

"Oh well…" He handed her the towel, she wrapped it around her plump body, and her eyes stared at him, he couldn't help it.

"Yeaaaaaah….." He drew out the silence.

"Yeah, the guy from the over exaggerated videogames." He seemed almost embarrassed to say it. She couldn't help but raise a brow and slowly nodded.

"Well, considering your real, I wouldn't put it passed it to him being real…" She froze for a moment, and turned to him.

"You said a crepypasta, couldn't date a human…right?" She asked, Zalgo gave a nod.

"And you're breaking your own rules?" He nodded again.

"Yeah, I don't get where you're coming from…" He moved uneasy.

"Zalgo…" Her eyes were casted down.

"What if…they start a revolution?" She asked, turning. Leaning back against the large sink. Zalgo chuckled.

"Once I explain everything that had happened-"

She rose her hand.

"I looked into the burning of Riverbend Salem…over five hundred people died that night, and almost a thousand injured…Zalgo…What if Toby goes against you, and starts a revolution because you can get away with it?"

He didn't think about that…that was a very good point.

"Frighteningly good…" He rubbed the back of his neck, and shrugged.

"We will take it one step at a time, just like your little lover…I will make sure, and everything will be taken care of." He reached over to her, cupping her face into his hands.

"I'm going to call Slenderman, make arrangements for him to bring Roslind, Luna, and Annika. So they can meet you. You've already met Masky, and Hoodie. I'm sure Slender already knows about you, thanks to them running their mouths…" He stopped speaking, only to kiss her rose bud lips.

"Listen my angel, everything will be okay. I'll make sure no one will ever, EVER hurt you…" His eyes, were sincere. Minx gave a light nod. He smiled, and kissed her forehead.

"Go do me a favor…I bought you a brand new dress. Could you…go put it on for me?" He asked with a sly smile. Her brow rose again as she crossed her arms.

"It had better not be a slutty dress…" She growled.

…

Zalgo sat down at his desk, pulling out his IPhone, and started to dial Adrian's number. He was nervous about telling his demi-god…and best friend for hundreds of years what he was doing. Who he was seeing and why…his gut was in knots. He kept tapping at his desk, it was only two rings before Adrian picked up.

"Yes Zalgo?" A deep bass of a voice flowed through the phone; he knew everything would be alright.

"Hey Adrian, I was wondering if you and Roslind would like to come to the theater. A new performer is preforming and I would like to take my best-friend and his wife out to dinner." He was nervous, voice trembling just slightly. Already Adrian had caught on.

"What's the occasion? What's going on? Did one of my sons cause trouble?" Adrian replied.

"He doesn't know?" He wondered.

"Uh…" Zalgo cleared his throat.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I needed to speak with you about…something." His nerves were almost shot. His palms were slick. Adrian's heartfelt laughter filled him with comfort.

"Did you finally find a girl that's giving you trouble?" He asked, and he heard the swivel chair move, as if he was leaning back.

"Something like that…" He raked a hand through his hair. Finally, Adrian catching on, noticed something was off.

"What is it Zalgo? Talk to me." He was serious now, he could tell. He closed his eyes, and pondered.

"I…I kind of broke my own rules."

Silence.

A long moment of silence filled in between them for a few minutes; Adrian blew a raspberry.

"A female?" He asked. Zalgo opened his mouth to speak, when a soft tapping came to his door.

"You could say something like that…" He replied softly.

"Come on in Minx." He said gently.

The door was pushed open, and Zalgo took in a sharp breath.

Minx's natural bright blonde hair, was pulled back in tight curls, her violet eyes sparkling. With little to no eye makeup, for the exception of eyeliner and mascara. Her lips were plumped to perfection with a coral shade of lipstick. Her face pore less, and the mole on her left cheek stood out against her pale skin. She couldn't help but smile at the look he was giving her.

Her performance dress, made his mouth water. It was a soft green corset. A lace up in the back, falling down to her knees, sleeves stopped at her elbows and fanned out. Her long muscular legs, made him shudder, the black heeled boots stopped mid-calf that were too lace up. He couldn't stop staring at her beautiful everything. The corset made her breasts stand out, her curves…were banging…and she was just stunning. The dress hit her in all the right places.

Adrian's voice buzzed in his ear, as he stood, staring at his beautiful date.

"Zalgo?! Zalgo!" He was calling, snapping him back to reality.

"Y…Yeah sorry man." He shook his head slowly.

"She just came in, and man…she's beautiful. I think Roslind would love her, and the girls." He smiled to himself.

"I don't know, Annika has been a little finicky lately, since her thirteenth birthday…" He was silent.

"I'll ask if the girls would like to come, don't expect Annika, but I'm sure Luna would love to see Uncle Zalgo." He paused.

"How does seven sound?" He asked. Zalgo looked at Minx.

"How about seven dear?" He asked, she looked at her phone and flipped through the texts, she smirked.

"I can tell Micah I can't make it." She tilted her head in the cutest way, that made him want to take her, and make her his all over again. She was beautiful in all the words, personality, physically, and her heart. They had a very rough start…but now. Look at them, they had come such a long way.

"Okay, seven it is Adrian. Can't wait to see you and the girls." He hung up the phone, looking at Minx.

"God you're beautiful…" His eyes wondered over her.

"Did you put a spell on me woman?" He stood; his eyes were filled to the brim with lust. She could sense his need for her.

His fingertips touched her chin, as he lifted her face to meet his.

"You make me feel human…you know that. Right witch?" He purred gently. He watched her eyes slowly close, and her lips purse. He wanted to kiss that smugness right off her beautiful face.

"Shouldn't you get ready?" She asked.

"Shouldn't you call your toy to tell him to cancel?" He asked, she couldn't help but smile back. Her lips pursing more.

"What are you talking about? Who said he was the toy?" A flicker of joy crossed her eyes, he chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind being a demonic dildo." He chuckled, she broke free of his grasp slapping him gently across the arm. He couldn't believe she was playing, kidding around when he was serious. As long as she didn't touch him, she could use him for all he's worth. Money, sex, a house, a mansion, whatever she had wanted he would give it to her, on a silver platter. Money wasn't an issue, by a long shot. He had enough, for them, their kids if they wanted some, grandkids and great grandkids to boot. Money, honestly…wasn't a problem. He tilted his head, caressed her cheek.

"I don't understand why people would tease such a…beautiful creature such as yourself." She bowed her head, a light blush crossed her cheeks. He was flattering her, making up to her…this was starting to get a little much.

Raising her hands, she backed up two steps.

"Zalgo, why don't you get ready, and I'll call a cab?" She smiled, her eyes sparkled.

He shook his head.

"Oh no dear, I'm driving." His smile was ear to ear. And she tilted her head to the side, looking at his horn.

"Did I really almost crack your horn all the way through?" She asked crossing her arms. Zalgo's smile almost faded as he reached up to gently touch the injury.

"Heh…yeah. It's literally hanging by a sliver of bone. It should heal up though." He replied with a shrug. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead gently.

"We will leave in about fifteen minutes." He smiled, walking out of his office.

It was that moment, when Minx had tilted her head, and wondered…what did Zalgo do to earn so much money?

…

He screamed, he hollered, and cried. She had said she couldn't come. Had something come up? His eyes blurred with tears, he couldn't believe she blew him off!

"It had to be that guy! It had to be!" Taking the computer off the table, he slammed it against the wall. Her beautiful face, stuck in his mind; collapsing onto his knees, he started to rock back and forth, back and forth. His anger broiling. His fingertips were numb, he couldn't breathe. His chest tightened. He needed some sort of release. Yeah, that guy can have her sexually, but he wanted her emotionally…more than he ever wanted someone else.

"I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE ELSE!" He screamed, and no one heard him.

His empty apartment, echoing the words back.

As minutes passed, his anger diminished into smoke. He stood, knees wobbling, his temple throbbing uncontrollably. He kept gritting his teeth, unable to control what his thoughts were screaming at him. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, kiss her, and love her. But that man won't let her…and that man, something was off about him. He couldn't tell what for now. He wanted to find out, he wanted to figure it out, get him to the police. Every time he had seen Minx, there was a new bruise, a new…something on her. And he knew it was from that man. And a mugging? He laughed out loud. That was stupid, she would've come running to him if that was true.

Right?

She would've ran to her saving grace, a doctor none the less. Yeah, it seemed that man made more money than him. But he, he can love her.

"Yeah, that's right. I can love her. He can't all he wants is to fuck her, and toss her. I'm better. I'm better…" He turned to his bedroom door.

The stale smell of the apartment, made him realize how little he had spent there. He had either been staking out Minx's home, or at work. He was running on a few hours a sleep this week, and last…he was jittery, and his pale white walls kept moving around him. When he went into his boring, average joe bedroom, an air mattress on the floor, covered with a single quilt. Made by his mother of course. And a singular dresser and mirror. Upon his walls, were hundreds, if not thousands of pictures of Minx. Smiling, laughing, and holding onto her former best friend. Her mother, her father…her mother must've been worried. Minx, hadn't returned home in how many months now? Micah tilted his head, light brown eyes looking over the walls. One picture in particular…his favorite, her standing naked in a bathroom, a towel wrapped around her front, stepping into the running water. It was the best shot he had of her rump and those legs for days. His mouth watered.

He will have her.

One way or another.