Justice moved down the hallway briskly, hands balled in the pockets of her unbuttoned jacket as she did so, almost wraithlike in her gliding steps. She leapt down the stairs and sprung up, straightening up to her full height of 7'2 and near punched through the door in a bid to cool her anger.
The man answered the door with an annoyed glare
Which promptly disappeared when he saw just who was leering at him with a vicious smirk.
Justice leaned against the doorframe, much the same as she had the previous night, holding a foot out to easily catch the door as he attempted to slam the door in her face.
"Like I'd let that happen twice." She grinned wider as she moved inside, grabbing the man by the shirt and lifting him to eye level, she let him stare into the void esque black of her sunglasses before she spat,
"You aren't even worth the effort to damn in an eternity of torture."
She growled and dropped him, leaving as quickly as she'd appeared
Henrik Jahweh Ulstead then began to make some calls.
Justice stalked out, leaving the door ajar as she disappeared into the hallway and up the stairs to Marcus' apartment, walking in to see the teen curled up on his bed. Her bad mood cracked at the sight and she smiled gently, sitting on the foot of the bed and napping herself, for a few sweet hours.
The Demon awoke a little past 4 PM, yawning, she glanced around to no one around her, so she made to get up and take a shower, striding toward the bathroom, entering and stripping.
She showered without much incident, sighing in relief as she stepped out into the main room in a tank top and sweats.
Seeing Marcus stirring, she went about cooking, using a bit of magic to stock the fridge and pantry, she finished and set about plating it.
"You," he yawned, "don't need to do that all the time. I can cook decently enough… at least I thought it was."
"You need to sleep."
"All I do is sleep, we've known each other a day and you're already taking care of me like this."
"You think you can cook right, still slightly hungover and tired as you are."
"I'm not tired!-" he began indignantly
"You've been running off scotch and energy drinks for the past 16 hours." Justice retorted, "Fucking sleep."
He stood, "I'm fine, okay? I'm not tired or feeling off. I'm fine!"
Justice sighed, "Fine. But I'm cooking."
"Good with me," Marcus replied, his voice shaky as he tried desperately to maintain eye contact with her.
She bent down, chuckling, "Having trouble, kid?"
He blushed deeply, muttering, "Not my fault if you're bending over me like that."
"What?" She replied, the shit-eating grin palpable in her words, "You're saying you don't like me bending over you?"
His voice deadened as he spoke next, "No, I don't and I'd appreciate if you'd stop, besides, didn't you say you were going to cook?"
Justice recoiled, "Cook yourself, seeing as you want to whine about me teasing you."
He sighed, "That's not- I didn't-."
"Just because you're depressed, or even if you're not and it's something else entirely, doesn't give you the right to be an asshole."
He sighed sadly, cursing himself under his breath and laying down, facing the wall.
"Hey, look at me." The demon said softly, Marcus still lay facing away. She growled in annoyance, repeating,
"Look. At me."
He reluctantly turned to face her, replying, "I know it doesn't. And I'm sorr-"
"Hush, one more word from those lips and I will smack you, I swear." She tilted her shades down, frowning at him intensely,
"I heard that shit you muttered, you know, I'm not deaf."
He glanced down shamefully, clenching his jaw, before she continued,
"That being said, I already told you, stop talking yourself down."
"How can I when I know I'm such a fuckup that even my parents didn't want me?"
She paused, before continuing, "Just because you make mistakes, or that two people call you a fuckup, doesn't make you one."
"The only person you should strive to be, is yourself, and damn everyone else."
A small smile crept across his face as the words sunk in, and disappeared in a slight gasp as she pulled him into a hug.
"Sleep," she ordered.
And he did just that.
Knock knock
The demon stood warily, tucking the teen comfortably in, before rising to answer the door.
Henrik stood on the other side, drawn up to his full height, belligerent as can be.
"You bitch! I want to talk to the kid!"
"He's asleep,"
"Then wake him up, he can deal with a little stint of not sleeping!"
"He's. Sleeping. Fuck off." She growled, cracking her neck in annoyance, flexing and curling her slender fingers.
The man shoved past her in a huff and tore Marcus off the bed, yelling,
"I've made my rules clear, my father owns this building!" He spat, "You're gone, you little ingrate! You and that tall bitch!"
"Watch your fucking mouth, asshole." He muttered, Henrik growled, replying, "What was that? Something to say?"
Marcus slammed a fist into the man's teeth, spitting in annoyance.
"I said watch your fucking mouth!" He yelled, as Justice grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, not dissimilar to a kitten, and flung him out with a flick of her wrist, slamming the door and locking it as Marcus slumped against the wall.
"Time to pack up again," He sighed, pulling a duffel bag from underneath his bed frame.
The demon couldn't even offer words to reassure him, just helped him pack up, quickly and quietly, slipping out of the apartment without so much as a creak to announce it.