Author's note:
Dude, did you really think there would be twenty chapters? Cause I sure didn't. Thanks for everyone who had stayed with this story from the start, I appreciate the support you leave in the reviews and personal messages, couldn't have done it without you guys.
I know I've mentioned this is a wholesome story, that's why I don't go into description with the demon's sex life. I feel it would dirty the story if I was writing porn.
I have worked about half way through the list of ideas I have had for this story, new smaller ones being incorporated from time to time. Imagine if twenty chapters wasn't the halfway point ;)
Alright quit the rambling.
Chapter 20: Amy Johnson
It had been one hell of a night, the Helltaker waking to find himself in Lucifer's room, a purring naked Judgement was mumbling in her sleep next to him. He didn't know what time it was, it was beginning to become light outside. He let his head hit the pillow after looking round the room and then over to her, he wrapped his right arm around her body and she subconsciously came closer to him. "Fuck" he whispered, he was relieved to find himself in such a pleasant situation. Last night seemed like a dream, it didn't feel real.
The swim in the ocean had definitely sobered the two up, stumbling into the house soaking wet and lusting for one another. Malina had surprisingly gone to sleep, the downstairs being in complete darkness. It had been a very tender night, Judgement was a virgin after all, trusting him to guide her through the process, he was very gentle with her. He was gentle until she ordered him not to be, the prosecutor becoming sadistic and masochist. He could still feel the scratch marks down his back.
Once she got going, she wanted to punish and be punished. Even after their first round she was desperate for more, for this ecstasy that she had never experienced before, she wanted another hit, she wanted to drown in it and he did not want to disappoint. He had paid dearly for it though; his back torn up by her sharp finger nails, his muscles on fire, he was sure he pulled some sort of pelvic muscle, his lip was also bleeding from everytime she bit it with her sharp teeth. Calling it rough was an understatement. They were at it for hours. Exhaustion had finally got the better of him, falling into a deep slumber.
He now lay cuddling the high prosecutor, sleep slowly pulling him back. Fucking cuddling. He smiled, wondering how she would react upon waking up in this position. A thought suddenly hit him, would Behemoth be mad if he saw the two together like this? The mortal knew that the huge demon liked her more than professionally. The Helltaker felt bad. Could demons marry? Could demons have children? Lucifer had told him after their 'first time' that demons were infertile, she was, and as far she knew all the rest of her kind were too. Would human and demon reproduction even work? Why the fuck were these questions going through his head?
Did he want to have kids? It was something he never really wanted to think about; having to raise a child, the kid growing up with a dad with PTSD and an alcohol addiction. Cerberus, Azazel and Malina were like kids to him, five teenage daughters, even if three were basically the same person. But what about kids of his own? His blood. His left hand now coming to rub his eyes and his brow, he nuzzled his face against Judgement's, the white hair soft to the the touch
Why are you thinking about this now? his mind asked him, you know you wouldn't be able to raise a child it whispered to him. Fuck off, he shut that corner of his mind off and pushed it to the back of his head. He was drifting back into the warm embrace of sleep again.
Does Lucifer want kids...
"Oi Beel, wake up and make me breakfast" a voice said loudly, the Queen of Crimson being torn from her sleep, she was rudely awoken, looking around the room to see where the voice was coming from. She lay her head back down on the pillow thinking she just imagined it. "You heard me, get up!" the voice shouted loudly in her mind.
"Fuck" Beelzebub said out loud, Lucifer was speaking to her telepathically. "Don't make me come up there" the voice said, malice potent on every word. "I'm going, I'm going!" Beelzebub said to her empty room, grabbing one of his large red shirts from the wardrobe and throwing it on, she rolled up the sleeves to her elbows, making sure they stayed up. She tied the front of the shirt into a knot, scrunched up the rest of the material into a bun, making it slightly expose her midriff. She jumped into some black cotton shorts with white draw strings and hurried down the stairs barefooted.
"You know how I like them" the voice echoed in her mind, "Thin as possible, extra chocolate, sugar ontop" Beelzebub repeated off by heart. "Mmmm, perhaps I won't get Judgement to whip you today", she could tell that Lucifer was smirking. As she passed the devil's bedroom door she silently cursed at the women, not aware of the actual occupants of the room. She hurried quietly down the last flight of stairs and was greeted to a terrifying sight.
"Hi B" Justice smiled, her pale white eyes staring right at her. The former high prosecutor was wearing her usual outfit, the red shirt with a black suit jacket around her shoulders. She had a half empty glass of milk on the table in front of her, she was cracking her knuckles loudly.
"What do you want you blind bitch?" Beelzebub spat at the prosecutor, she had dropped all form of politeness since no one was here. "Behave" Lucifer's voice hissed at the back of her mind. Maybe some people were here. "I just wanted to talk while you make me breakfast, chew the fat, chat about the old days" Justice smirked at the angry fly. "Fuck you, I have nothing to say to you" The Warden of Decay stomped over to the cupboards to begin making pancakes for the demonic household.
"Don't want to talk? That's fine, I was just going to reminisce out loud anyway" Justice began, "Today seem special to you?" her voice now becoming more malicious, intending to harm. She was silent, not turning around to face the Awesome Demon. After an uncomfortably long silence, Beelzebub finally replied, "No, it's a brand new day. Nothing special" she put simply, beginning to mix ingredients in a mixing bowl. "Five thousand years ago today..." Justice was smiling a cruel smile, glaring at the back of her head. Beelzebub's hands began to tremble.
"You remember don't you?..."
"Your orders are to kill her by any means necessary, understand? She is not to be kept alive" a stressed, more evil Lucifer barked. The Devil in the past had a much deeper love for the colour black, it being the only colour her and her subjects wore. She was wearing black gloves, a black suit, black tie, a black shirt and razor sharp black high heels. She loved the sound it made when she embedded her foot into her victim's skull. The only part of her that wasn't black was her white hair and horns, a black and golden crown affixed to her head, the black spikes as sharp as knives.
She was sat in her huge black throne, embedded into the very stone she sat were skulls of her slain enemies, all varying in sizes and shapes, species of different kind; humans, demons and so much more. Behind her, a giant skeleton of a human with a ram's head was hung above the throne, a fire blazing within the skull's mouth. Another Titan made extinct.
She had a glass of blood wine in her right hand, a pentagram sigil in her left. In front of her there was no desk, there was merely a black stone staircase leading to a flat platform. On this platform, a powerful demon knelt. "I will not fail you" the demon looked at the devil, her eyes a fiery red, the torchlight glistening off of her iris.
"I know you won't, go forth High Prosecutor. Let our enemies know who the true ruler of Hell is" she smirked at the embodiment of her iron fist. Lucifer triggered the pentagram in her left hand, some sort of aura of demonic energy travelling out of it. The power latching itself onto the demon in front of her, the prosecutor's eyes glowing a bright red for a few seconds before the power subsided.
Justice rose, her right hand in a fist, her arm placed across her chest diagonally, the fist placed above the heart. Justice was wearing a light suit of black armour, it covered most of her body, the black gauntlets with razor sharp claws and guards on the side of her forearms. The armour was made of an unknown material, only bestowed to the high prosecutor in times of conflict. It's smooth surface and lightness meant any incoming weapons or projectiles would slide right off it, the maneuverability giving the wearer the upper hand.
The gauntlets were identical to the one Judgement owns, it was in fact the same pair, the ability to summon them at will passed on from one punisher to the next. In a quick movement she nodded at the devil and began walking down the long hallway, the Hell Knight's moving aside to allow her passage. The devil smirked her signature smirk, the one where she knew she had the upper hand. Lucifer didn't know it at the time, but she wouldn't see Justice again, not the old Justice, The Ruthless Demon.
"Ah, so Lucifer's right hand finally reveals herself?" the megalomanical voice said, she didn't turn around to face her enemy, focusing on the abyssal portal in front of her. "Come to cut off the head of the rightful Queen?" she cackled. Justice was standing a small distance away from her, bodies littered the floor at her feet and behind her. She was on the war path.
Beelzebub slowly turned around to face a blood stained Justice, The Queen of Flies was looking truly demonic, her eyes were filled with nothing but darkness, her mouth spewing thousands of flies as she spoke, the flies crawling out and surrounding her. She was in her humanoid form, wearing her normal outfit, but it had a strange black aura in certain places, mainly around her hands and shoulders. It was as if black electricity was sparking off of her. Beelzebub's voice was not her own, thousands of tiny voices joining into one. The stuff of nightmares.
"Oh did my servants give you trouble?" she said referring to the dark black blood that had painted Justice's face and armour. But it wasn't her blood. She titled her head to the right still looking at Justice, her black smile widening. "That's too bad" Beelzebub held her hands, palms facing upwards to her side, she began levitating into the air, the flies following her.
"You will join them soon..." a deeper more wet voice hissed.
To Beelzebub's surprise, Justice knelt on the floor, both her knees facing down, the soles of her feet facing up, almost as if she was praying. Her eyes closed. The Great Fly knew she wasn't kneeling in defeat or in prayer, she was waiting for Beelzebub to make the first move, a signature strategy of the prosecutors. "That's right kneel before me" Beelzebub hissed, preparing herself for the incoming battle, "Soon all of Hell will kneel just as you do". In one sudden movement she was flying towards Justice, closing the gap extremely quickly.
Justice cleared her mind of all thoughts, calming herself, not letting any stray emotions or memories cloud her judgement. Beelzebub was no longer the person she once knew, she had corrupted herself, twisting the dark arts to her will. Her journey to end the rebellion had lead her to one of Beelzebub's strongholds, a few miles from the front gates of the Citadel, the very same ruins the Helltaker rested at.
She had slain hordes of Beelzebub's servants, some demon, some corrupted Hell Knights. Now she was at the end of her journey, kneeling in this huge room. There were two floors, one lower than the other. When opening the huge doors, it lead to the lower floor, walking towards the throne, one had to walk up five steps to the next floor, a long walk to the black throne. They were both on the raised floor, Beelzebub's portal was in front of her throne, I'll close that once I'm done Justice thought.
She took a deep breath in, not bothered by the fast approaching enemy. She breathed out smoothly. In the last few seconds before Beelzebub and her would clash, her new imbued powers from Lucifer granted her a split second glimpse of her future, they looked happy.
The last second before Beelzebub was upon her, Justice leapt to one side, the other demon flying past her not expecting this, she was striking forward with razor sharp claws that looked like bones, the black hairy skin just like a fly's. She was attempting to impale the prosecutor, but Justice was faster, once she side stepped to the right of demon she manifested a huge two handed sword, it's blade sharp, the dark crimson sword cleaving Beelzebub almost in two. The sword struck the demon from the right shoulder down to her left hip, her body barely staying together.
The Sovereign of Pestilence's body collapsed to the floor, she was silent, laying on her front, her black blood spilling across the even darker stone floor. The high prosecutor stood back, demanifesting the sword. "Justice, my darling..." a deep whisper coming from Beelzebub. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. "It's going to take..." her body was being knitted back together by a cloud of flies. "More than that to kill me", she was now being raised by her flies into the air, they were slowly rotating her to face Justice.
She now began transforming, her humanoid self being in the centre of the huge hulking form now being created. Justice watched as The Great Fly appeared, marvelling at her transformation, analyzing for weak points while she had time. Beelzebub had now completed the process, the true face of the enemy being revealed. This huge red and black fly having four large wings on her back, six giant arms, all with sharpened claws on the end of them. The mouth of the beast had sharp white and yellow teeth, countless foes having been devoured by them. The flowing white hair of the creature hiding two giant white horns, the beast smiled.
"Killing you by the hands of my servants would be a waste, I will take care of you personally" the deep, wet voice bellowed.
The Great Fly flew at Justice, her huge mass and the mass of flies leaving the prosecutor no where to dodge, instead she manifested a shield of energy to surround her, it taking the brunt of the attack. Justice was sent flying backwards over the small staircase, demanifesting the shield and landing on her feet, she skidded backward across the stone maintaining her balance. Beelzebub was already upon her, the large claw arms slashing out in random erratic motions. Justice was dodging as best she could, side stepping each attack, but dodging six arms was becoming difficult.
Beelzebub slowed down temporarily, the first attacks inducing fatigue, Justice used this to her advantage. She used the next arm to slam onto the black stone missing her as a ramp, running up the fly's arm and torso. She kicked the fly in the face on the way up, leaping onto her back and manifesting her gauntlets. She embedded the claw deep into the fly's back, letting gravity pull her down, cutting further down her back. The Great Fly's top right wing was torn from her body, the beast moaning in agony when Justice ripped it free.
Justice landed onto floor behind the fly, her right hand placed on the floor, used as support. "You'll pay for that!" the hulking fly shouted, turning instantly to continue her attack. Justice attempted to pirouette out of the way, succeeding the first time, but two arms attacking at once finally caught her. One arm catching Justice on her right side, not being able to dodge fast enough. She held her side, blood starting to soak through the armour. "So you DO bleed" Beelzebub cackled. Justice lunged at her, again embedding the claw deep into her arm, she then used the momentum of her lounge to throw herself up and slash at the fly's throat, she didn't cut deep enough.
Beelzebub batted her away with the back of one her arms, the high prosecutor sent flying again, landing hard on the stone and rolling. The fly held her injured arm to her neck, black blood was pouring from it staining the white hair. Justice looked up from the floor, clutching her side, she was loosing too much blood. That last attack had opened the wound on her side wider. "Let's finish this" Beelzebub hissed, she sent swarms of flies towards the prosecutor, Justice trying her best to conjure an orange shield around her.
She held up her left hand to maintain the shield, the other hand slowly cauterizing her wound. The flies were slowly cracking the bubble around her, millions of them killing themselves to destroy the barrier. The shield shattered and the flies lifted her up, making her tumble in the air, they threw her up to the ceiling, slamming her against it. They then slammed her to floor, then to the wall, then to the ceiling again. The huge creature smiling seeing Justice getting bludgeoned, the high prosecutor trying her best to escape in between clashes with the hard surfaces.
Eventually she succumbed to unconsciousness, the repeated collisions with the walls, floor and ceilings were too much. Beelzebub brought the limp Justice forward, positioning her near the centre of the giant fly, the humanoid Beelzebub showing her face. The two had their faces uncomfortably close to one another. She was wielding a black dagger, seemingly made of nothingness, of darkness. She placed it against Justice's throat. "Look at me" she growled, the semi conscious Justice's head limp. "I said, LOOK AT ME" the flies holding Justice making her look at Beelzebub. The flies forcing Justice's eyes to open slightly, looking her in the eye. Justice closed her eyes again, blood trickling down her face, her white hair stained black.
"Know that I bested you" the deep voice sounded, the dagger now slowly twisting into her skin. "Die now". Justice's eyes opened in her last moments, Beelzebub smiling as she pushed the dagger into her throat, but Beelzebub's hand would not obey her, it would not thrust the dagger forward. She looked at her hand and then back at her enemy. Her eyes were now glowing a fiery red, the energy setting her eyes ablaze. A red energy was surrounding Beelzebub's arm, preventing her from killing Justice. The high prosecutor smiled.
"Not yet".
A ball of red energy exploded from Justice, the Great Fly being thrown back, the millions of flies being disintegrated in the shockwave. Beelzebub's form was now being destroyed, forcefully shrinking back into her humanoid form. "What, did you do..." a hurt Beelzebub coughed, she couldn't transform into her true form. "Leveled the playing field" Justice's voice sounded throughout the room, The Queen of Crimson looking up at the voice. Justice was being slowly lowered to the floor, she was basking in red energy, it was coursing all over her body, the energy Lucifer bestowed on her now shining bright in the dark room. The true Heroine revealed.
Beelzebub used her arm to lift herself into a kneeling position, a pair of fly wings was still attached to her back. She spat a strange black bile onto the floor, "I don't need... I can beat you the old fashioned way" Beelzebub smiled, now standing. Justice unequipped her gauntlets, the two pieces of armour falling to the floor with a loud metallic thud. "Good" Justice smiled, her red eyes glowing bright. During the fight against Mantus and the Hell Knights the Helltaker didn't see the same effect behind her sunglasses. The abyssal portal behind them flickered for a moment, a choir of voices being slightly audible. Neither of the two fighters took any notice.
Beelzebub began her charge, a war cry echoing throughout the room. She was levitating slightly off the floor, her legs not touching the ground, the wings beating fast giving her the speed boost. Justice smiled, waiting for her foe to come to her. She had her eyes closed again. As Beelzebub approached, spiked fists and teeth on display, Justice disappeared before her very eyes. The demon was shocked, she looked to her left and right. "Looking for someone?" Justice's voice sounded from behind her. The High Prosecutor now had the ability to teleport at will, another trick of the devil.
Justice struck the demon across the face, teleporting away once Beelzebub fought back. She teleported to her side, punching her in the ribs and then with her left fist punched her in the face again. Beelzebub reeling from the quick flurry of attacks, Justice was now behind her. She sweeped the enemies legs and Beelzebub fell onto her back.
Panic was now beginning to set in, Beelzebub realising the power of this enemy. However, The Mistress of the Flies also had a few tricks of her own, she turned invisible, using the abyssal powers to camouflage herself. "Where are you going B?" Justice called out to the empty room, her eyes following something across the room which was moving to flank her. "I can see your every move". She held out her right hand and white chains manifested, flying towards an invisible Beelzebub. They wrapped around the invisible figure, trapping her.
"Gahh!" Beelzebub screamed, the white chains burning her flesh and throwing her against the wall. The high prosecutor brought a now visible Beelzebub in front of her, the balance of power had now dramatically flipped. Beelzebub got a hand free from the chains and swung a fist at Justice, the Ruthless Demon catching the fist, her other hand waggling the index finger. She twisted the fist and then using her other hand broke Beelzebub's arm. A horrifying crunch. "You bitch" she spat black blood at Justice. She knew she was loosing, the chains draining her powers. The portal behind them flickered brightly again, the mass of voices becoming louder, whispers escaping the darkness.
"What is that" Justice gestured to the portal with her head, her right hand was clenched, controlling the chains that trapped her prisoner. "It's a portal..." she paused, fighting down an agonizing scream. The sound of her flesh being burnt, steam rising off of her body. "To the abyss, it's almost open, they are almost here.." she smiled sadistically to her captor. "Yea, not going to happen" Justice turned her head and used her left hand to channel energy from her body to the portal, it began shrinking in size upon contact with the red energy.
Beelzebub was becoming desperate, she was loosing, badly. She had one last trick up her sleeve.
"Justice..." a deep guttural voice replaced Beelzebub's, the prosecutor turned to look at the demon.
"Look into the abyss, tell me what you see"...
Justice the high prosecutor, the all powerful right hand of the devil, began to felt fear. It was already too late, she was looking into Beelzebub's eyes, they were again black holes of nothingness. She closed her eyes, turning her head away. She refused to look. But she didn't need to be 'looking'. No, no, no. Not again. It wasn't real, it was her imagination. It couldn't be, it...I-t-w-a-s-c-a-l-l-i-n-g-t-o-h-e-r.
"Ahh, so you do see it..."
Justice screamed out in pain, dropping to her knees and scratching at her face, her eyes were being burnt in their sockets. The full force of the abyss attacking her. Beelzebub collapsed to the floor, the move draining the last of her energy. Justice's screams were music to her ears. The high prosecutor's eyes had not stopped burning, her breathing was labored, groaning in short agonizing bursts. "I can't see..." she whimpered, Beelzebub now ignoring her enemy, walking over to the abyssal portal. "You..." Justice laboured, she felt a hot liquid trickle from her eye sockets.
She rose, fists clenched, she could hear Beelzebub's footsteps walking away. "They are here". Beelzebub was staring into the darkness, the voices growing louder and louder. She saw something, something spectacular, something terrifying. The battered Beelzebub smiled, "It's beautiful". She was oblivious to the fast approaching prosecutor. Justice came sprinting at Beelzebub, tackling her through the portal. Both demons vanishing into the darkness.
"I fucking remember okay!" Beelzebub's temper was at it's breaking point, she turned round and flung a bar of chocolate at Justice's head, the high prosecutor catching it with her right hand, opening it and taking a bite. "Who knew that your own greed got you trapped there" Lucifer smirked, she had now joined the two in the kitchen, slowly eating her pancakes with a fork. "If it were up to me, you'd still be there" Justice said, taking another gulp of milk from her glass. Lucifer nodding in agreement.
"Wait, I've never asked but how did you escape?" Beelzebub asked the blind demon, the question had never crossed her mind until now. "Suppose I had a guardian angel, or a guardian devil" she joked, smiling at Lucifer. "Whatever" Beelzebub turned to resume making Azazel's pancakes. Justice stood up, walking over to the busy chef, she leant on the counter-top looking at Beelzebub. After a small silence, she leant in to whisper in her ear, "He may trust you, but I will do anything to keep him from harm" she paused, the tension freezing Beelzebub on the spot.
"You dare try anything like that again, I will personally drag you back to the abyss..."
"Hey guys, did I miss something?" a cheery voice came from the doorway, all three turned to see the Helltaker wearing a red shirt and huge black shorts, he was barefooted and stifling a huge yawn. He looked tired. There were red marks all over his neck. "Awh nothing dude, just giving Beel here some advice" she put an arm around the demon, receiving a quiet hiss when she did so. "Hope it was nothing hurtful" he said, going over to the coffee machine, grabbing his and Pandemonica's mugs from a cupboard. "Heh" is all Justice replied. "Remind me to give Zdrada her present when I get back" he said to the three. "Enjoy yourselves last night?" Lucifer smirked, gesturing to his neck. "Don't start" he smirked back.
The Helltaker and Judgement climbed into the black car, both of them equally as tired as each other. On their date last night, Judgement had asked whether he would get a tattoo. "With my strict parents, they definitely wouldn't have let me when I was younger. I suppose ever since then I just haven't thought about it. Some of the army boys had some, none as good as yours" he had said. He could see Judgement's white tattoo while she was wearing this dress, her shoulders usually hidden by her jacket, now exposed. He had expressed nothing but admiration for it.
Later on in the night, a drunk Judgement had suggested that both of them go and get matching tattoos, this was what they were doing today. "I was joking about this" she turned to him, "Sure you were" he smiled starting the engine, "You should of seen how enthusiastic you were!" he chuckled, he turned to look behind him as he reversed. She huffed, crossing her arms, "What I say when drunk isn't always the truth" she said looking out the window. "It most definitely is the truth" he was now speeding down the road away from the house.
"But-" she began her protest, "Judgement if you don't want to get tattoos then just say", he placed a hand on her thigh. He turned to look at her a second, concern on his face, he focused back on the road once she had looked him in the eye. Silence. He went to move his hand off her thigh but she moved it back there, "No, I do want to do this" she smiled at him, even if he didn't see it.
"You go ahead, have a look at the designs. I'll be there in a minute, just got to say hi to a friend at the coffee shop" he said to Judgement, she let go of his giant hand. "You have friends?" she smirked at him, "I didn't know you were a comedian instead of a high prosecutor" he laughed, walking away from her. He didn't see her stick her black tongue out at him.
He walked into the cafe, seeing Amy and heading over to her table. "Sergeant" he smiled, the two sharing a hug. "How are you? You big dumb idiot" she smiled back. She was wearing her uniform, using her lunch break as an excuse to meet him. "Never better" he sat on the small square table with her. "Did you want a coffee?" she said gesturing with a thumb at the barista at the counter behind her. "No, no, can't stay long" he looked at the cafe's entrance. He looked around him, making sure no one was in earshot. "What did you need?" he said looking at his friend.
"For some reason, there has been alot of hiring and firing going on within the Precinct. Job security hanging by a thread" she looked quite worried, "I'm sorry to hear it, but I don't know how I can help with that" he was twirling a packet of sugar between his fingers. "I need you to put in a good word, I know you and Captain Dean served together" she took a sip of her latte.
"Ah, Dean...Dean and me didn't see eye to eye...more than a few times" he dropped the sugar on the table. "But, I'll try my best for you. I'm sure my word carries more weight than I know" he paused for a minute. "You want me to bring up your service record?" he asked, "Anything that will help, use it" she smiled. "Okay, I'll drop him an email when I can". "I really appreciate this, you've done so much for me already" she smiled at him. "You have helped me more than a few times, we are equal" he smiled back.
"Did you succeed while I made some smoke?" she asked casually, referring to his last favour. "I did, thank you for that", he looked back at the entrance to the cafe, he was concerned about Judgement, hoping she wasn't beating the tattooist to death. "I've got to get going, it's good seeing you Aimes" he stood up, but before he could leave, Amy grabbed his hand. "I should warn you, don't be surprised if you get a visit from Sasha. Some weird camera footage is raising suspicions about you", "Camera footage?" he asked, his face puzzled. "Can't say anymore, stay safe big guy" she smiled.
He wondered why Amy cut the conversation short, "Hey Aimes, who is this?" a young male voice sounded from behind him, it was a male officer, probably her patrol partner. "Just an old friend, he was passing and thought he'd say hi" Amy smiled at her partner. "Yeah, I was just leaving", he nodded to Amy and walked past the younger man and exiting the cafe. Weird camera footage? That didn't sound good...What camera footage? Then it hit him: his trip to retrieve Zdrada, his teleportation into the parking lot, of course a camera would be watching him. He had to be more careful.
He walked across the mall and entered the tattoo shop, he was lost in thought, concerned for the repercussions of his laziness. He urged his demons to remain hidden in human society, not to display their powers in public, hiding their horns and tails. He wasn't even listening to his own rules. He sighed, it was a problem for future him. "There you are are" Judgement said, she was leaning on the glass counter looking at the tattoo book, the tattooist slightly depressed when he saw the huge man enter, thought he was in with a chance with this attractive woman.
"You took your time" Judgement's eyes now going back to the book. "Sorry, got carried away. You chosen a design for us?" he asked, coming over to the high prosecutor. "Yeah, what do you think about this one?" she pointed to one design which was a black symmetrical skull of a ram, on its nose was a small pentagram. It was very detailed, very artistic, very demonic indeed. "Badass" he said, "That the one you wanna get?" he asked her, "Hell yeah".
"Alright lets do it"
Noiceeeee, next up a visit to Church- Author