The grin slipped from the creature's features. A straight line was set in place, allowing Joey to see that his latest creation still had human pieces to it.
"Come, come, Bendy," Joey grinned, "Where's my smiling little devil?"
"Your devil?" a gurgling voice broke through the silence.
Joey jumped at the sound, not expecting the demon to speak at all. But it had, and the voice continued:
"Henry created Bendy, not you! You may have created the ink machine, which, in a way, you take a life for another. But Henry will always be the true creator, not you!"
Joey gripped the railing before the demon vanished in a puddle of ink. He looked around, watching, waiting…
But the creature never made it's appearance again.
Down deep in the darkness, the not-do-little devil darling gripped the wood of one of the hidden caverns on level K. A web of darkness had surrounded him as he pressed his ink dripping head against the wall.
In all honesty, it was hard to believe that the soul which now made up the little devil was the one who helped create him. Real and false memories rolled through the creature's mind, causing a massive headache and confusion to run through the demon.
He knew he could not make an appearance above, or he'd suffer the "adjustments" that the Boris' had mentioned.
And, besides, no one would listen to a six-foot walking, talking demon dripping with ink.
It raised it's head, discovering that the portal I had created had taken it into one of the bathrooms on level K. A mirror sat in front of the demon, reflecting it's true visage to the being.
Two curved horns sat on either side of the creature's head, which both flicked when listening to anything around it. Ink dribbled around the creature's face, part of it falling on the right side of it's face. The black pie-cut eye watched as one gloved hand reached up to push the dripping ink away, revealing one single azure-blue eye.
The demon was shock to see a part of the human soul it harbored gazing at him from that one part, but it could see something else.
Souls.
With it's one colored eye, the demon could see souls that had failed to go through the ink machine. They were all around the room, trapped.
It released the waterfall of ink, allowing the eye to return behind it's curtain of safety. Now that was interesting. It would have to experiment some more before it would do anything else.
A hideous laughter broke through the silence, followed immediately by a low howl.
Boris!
The angel had finished up with one of the Boris' by the time the demon made an appearance. The heart of the poor creature was in her hand, still thumping with life. The two others were strapped to two separate platforms, both shivering and quaking as their if their lives were about to end.
"Alice" laughed menancingly, "Don't be afraid, my dear sweet little wolves. You're going to help me be beautiful!"
A low growl erupted in the room and ink webbing surrounded the angel and the wolves. The sound of a heartbeat filled the room as the angel picked up her axe, ready to swing.
"Who's there?!" she shouted.
As she was distracted, the two Boris' realized that the straps had been released as a skeletal figure came up behind the angel from an ink puddle that rested unmoving only a few moments ago. They both slipped from the platforms, disappearing behind a wall to watch as the creature neither one had seen before spoke.
"The Dancing Demon, Alice dear."
Alice whipped around, swinging her axe, only to have a clawed glove hand grip it, keeping it from hitting the creature.
"I'd watch were you swing that thing," the demon growled, "it could mean the end of your life in only a few seconds."
"P-please, Bendy!" Alice began to beg, "Y-you wouldn't hurt your sweet little angel, would you?"
The ink demon growled, twisting her wrist slightly, causing her to drop her axe, "You're lucky that I ain't in the mood for a killing spree. What did you do to Boris?"
"He… he offered me his assistance! He… he wanted to help me be beautiful again!"
"Didn't look like it from my point of view, Alice."
The angel began to shiver violently, fear written across her features. The last time the demon had ever seen her in fear was when the inked toy makers had attacked her in order to protect the human soul that now made up his inky body.
The demon thought before speaking, "You… are not allowed to venture from Level Nine. All the floors below yours are part of your domain. Everything else belongs to me."
"W-What?! That's not fair!"
"Those are my terms for sparing your life."
The angel sneered, or from what she could, "Agreed, under one condition."