"That stupid, little fucker!" Avery mumbled to herself. "I'm gonna kill him. No, I'll torture him first and then kill him. And then I'll kill him again because he deserves to get double killed. I'm gonna cut off his dick and make him choke on it. Eat a fucking dick, fucktard!"

She was upset and had hoped a midnight walk around town would get it out of her system. She kept her eyes on the ground while continuing forward and mumbling to herself. Her eyes caught a pair of boots and she stopped. She already knew by the size of those boots right in front of her, she was about to come face to face with someone huge. She slowly raised her head and settled her chocolate brown eyes on the man right in front of her.

"Hello there, little one," he said.

She was a short woman but she felt way smaller than normal compared to his size. She nervously tucked her black hair behind her ears and pulled her coat tighter around her which only made him smirk.

"I'm not that little," she said.

She was trying to sound defiant and not scared but his smirk only grew.

"You're like this tiny human that I just want to wrap my hands around and squeeze until you pop open," he said.
"Is that your idea of flirting?" She asked.

He let out a roaring laughter while she stood there staring at him. She didn't find it funny but clearly he did. He stopped laughing and smirked again. That smirk was creepy and she was sure he was aware of it but just didn't care.

"Come with me," he said.

He held out his hand and she looked at it before wrinkling her nose.

"I don't think so. I don't feel like getting murdered tonight," she said.
"You're not the one on the chopping block tonight," he said.
"You gotta work on your way with words around women," she said.

He chuckled and moved his hand closer to her. She knew she shouldn't but something made her place her hand in his. He closed his hand around hers and guided her towards a house on the other side of the street. She was about to protest when he turned and walked around the house to the garden instead. As long as she didn't enter a house with him, she figured she would have a way of escaping. She would sprint through all the dark gardens after having planted a solid knee up into his balls. They turned the corner of the house and the garden came to life. It was like stepping into another realm. There were several people there and they all felt like he did to her. As if they weren't humans despite looking like it.

"This is my family, little one," he said.
"Call me little one more time and I'll chew off your kneecap," she said.
"I quite like you. You got some bite to you," he said.

He let go of her hand and she quickly grabbed her coat to pull it around her tighter once again. She felt exposed around this man, yet there was something soothing about him too that she couldn't explain.

"So tell me about the man on your mind," he said.
"What man?" She asked.
"The man who's making you walk aimlessly around in the darkness," he said. "What is his name again? Ah, yes. Peter."
"How the fuck do you know that?" She asked.
"I can read your mind," he said.

She looked around to see if anyone was laughing or if she might recognize some of them as Peter's friends. She wouldn't put it past her ex to come up with this fucked up idea to try and pull her back into his toxicity. None of them seemed familiar.

"Okay, joke's over. I'm gonna leave," she said.
"Without letting me do the one thing you dream about doing to him?" He asked.

She stared at him for a few seconds and licked her lips. She felt uneasy.

"Tell me your name," she said.
"Damian," he said. "And your name is Avery."
"Okay, tell me who the fuck put you up to this," she said.
"No one. I can read your mind," he doubled down. "And to answer the question I can read but that you still haven't dared to ask, I am a demon. And don't try to deny it like you're about to. You were thinking, and I quote, what the fuck is he?"

She looked around at the other people but none of them seemed to be paying attention to them.

"They are also demons," he said. "And the answer is 8. You're about to ask me what number you're thinking of."
"This is crazy," she said.
"Want me to dig in deeper?" He asked.

He stepped all the way up in her personal space and she quickly took a step back.

"Don't," she said.
"Then I won't," he said. "Let's get back to this Peter guy. You want him dealt with and I just so happen to be the right demon for the job."
"For a price, right? I've heard the stories and watched the movies. Demons always want something in return," she said.
"Aren't you a clever one?" He asked.

He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek and she felt oddly warm by his touch.

"A bit of your blood should do," he said.
"You want my blood?" She asked.
"Just a little bit," he answered.
"How much are we talking? Will I be able to walk away from here?" She asked.
"Yes," he chuckled. "I'm only gonna take a small amount to satisfy my cravings tonight. As you can see, we're having a party. I like to party on human blood and murder. And your blood smells divine."

He leaned down so he came into eye level with her.

"What's so special about my blood?" She asked.
"Blood of an elf," he said.
"Elves are between 6 and 9 feet tall," she said.

The smirk appeared on his face again.

"You're fucking with me. You find it funny because of my height," she said.
"A little bit," he chuckled. "So do we have a deal? Does the fucktard known as Peter get to die tonight?"
"Will you do it violently?" She asked.
"Anything for you, little one," he said.

She took a deep breath and spoke the words before she could regret even entertaining the thought.

"We have a deal," she said.

A loud howl sounded from the garden. She looked over at one of the other men who was howling and then took off like a bat out of hell. She had never seen anyone run that fast before.

"Finn will get him for us," he said.
"Finn?" She asked.
"Finn Balor. He's the most famous one of us. I'm sure you'll find his names in books if you dig deep enough," he said.
"Will I find you?" She asked.
"Maybe," he answered.
"What's your full name?" She asked.
"Damian Priest," he said.
"Quite ironic that a demon is named Priest," she said.
"I get that a lot," he chuckled.

Finn came sprinting back and dropped a scared man next to Damian and Avery before returning to his fellow demons in the garden.

"He doesn't look like much," Damian said.
"He isn't," Avery said.
"Please," Peter pleaded. "Avery, what's going on? Who are these people?"
"Is he gonna scream?" Damian asked.
"Probably," Avery shrugged. "I don't care. Just silence him for good."
"Avery!" Peter raised his voice. "Help me out of here and then we can..."

Damian moved so fast. He stuck his hand into Peter's mouth and tore his tongue straight out of it. Peter screamed in pain but that was the only sound he could make. Avery watched as Damian held the tongue in his left hand and grabbed Peter's neck with his right hand to pull him up on his feet.

"He was about to fill your head with lies again. You've already had enough of that," Damian said.
"Thank you," Avery said.

Damian tossed the tongue aside and Finn moved so fast that he caught it in midair. Avery watched Finn devour the tongue without ever looking over at them. She truly was among demons and this was normal to them. She looked at Damian again who once again smirked at her before ripping Peter's stomach open with the claws on his left hand. He dug his hand inside and pulled out the intestine, wrapped it around Peter's throat, and tightened it. She stood there watching her ex slowly fade away in one hell of a painful death. Damian let go of the corpse and placed his bloody hand on her cheek.

"Wear his blood as your warrior paint on your way home," he said.
"And wash it off before the cops stop by to question me," she said.
"They won't come. I'll make sure of it," he said. "We had a deal, Avery."

She blew out her breath and held her hand towards him.

"Blood of an elf," she said.

He chuckled, then pushed her coat sleeve up to expose her wrist. He sank in his teeth and she hissed at the pain. It was over before she knew it. She looked at him but there was no blood around his mouth. She looked at her wrist and saw two teeth shaped holes in it.

"What a rush!" He laughed. "Your blood is divine, little one."
"Thanks, I guess," she said.
"You can leave now," he said.
"Just like that?" She asked. "Damn, you're a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of demon."

He smirked at her again and leaned down to press his lips against hers in a kiss. The world was spinning around her and then his lips disappeared. She opened her eyes and found herself back on the street where she had first met him.

"Was it a dream? Am I fucking hallucinating?" She asked.

She looked down at her wrist and saw the two teeth shaped holes. Deep inside she knew it wasn't a dream. She knew she had been in another realm with demons and they had taken her ex from this earth. She looked over at the house and ran across the street. She ran around the house, only to find the garden dark without any sign of the demons or the corpse of her ex.

"Fucking hell," she mumbled. "I can never speak to anyone about this. When people ask, I have no fucking clue where he went. We broke up and I'm trying to move on. That's all I know."

She ran her fingertips over her wrist and smiled out in the darkness.

"I know you can hear me," she said. "Thank you, Damian."