Demons Live In Paradise Too

Demons Live In Paradise Too

Krows POV (next week is Souls POV and he has an extra that accompanies this chapter)

There is a video at the song at the bottom that adds a good feel while reading this.

I take one last glance at the kids crumpled body. Good riddance.
I open the door while slightly lifting it up so that I take pressure off of the hinges increasing my chances of not making noise. I smile to myself. Only two guards standing outside my door. He must have underestimated me. I pluck two more of my feathers and attack.
I plunge a feather into the larger guards neck making him reel back in pain and confusion. The second, smaller guard looks at me in fear. I force my will on him and make him unable to scream. I make a split second decision and go for the eye. He reaches for his eye, mouth hanging agape dying to scream. It is sort of surreal. A silent murder.
I smirk as I dash down the halls. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the echoes, feel the way my feet bounce off the uneven path. This is the way I came. I had etched that experience into my memory for this very purpose. I inhale the musty air as I pick up the pace.
I come to a fork in the halls. This isn't good. I close my eyes and try to feel the faintest breeze. The down feathers on my arms feel a slight ruffling from the left. I do feel like I could have made a turn when I was tied up so I am going to trust it. I take off down the tunnel veering left.
After what feels like forever I can hear running water. That means I am nearing the main tunnel. I don't care if I go up the same stairway that I came down on, I just need one shot to be free. If I am giving the opportunity- Wait, no. I will make the opportunity for me to escape. This crow has known what it feels like to be caged up and I refuse to go back.
I break into the main tunnel. I see a few people lingering here and there in clusters. They don't seem to have noticed my sudden appearance. I calm my breathing and start to emit a superior aura. If they think I am a higher species it is likely that they will avoid eye contact and wont be able to identify me.
I work my way slowly down the tunnel. Some of them stir but none of them look up at me. Good.
I see one of the stairway entrances. I suppress the urge to breath a sigh of relief. I am not out of here yet. Just a few more feet.....
I notice a set of footsteps approaching me swiftly from behind. I don't turn back to look but I don't run either. It isn't unusual for someone to be in a hurry down here but it does attract attention.
I catch a whift of a Serpens. Chances are I know who is behind me.
So close to the stairs.. I glance over my shoulder and sure enough its Nagahebi. He smiles at me to acknowledge that I know its him. My eyes widen a little but I turn back and focus on my target. Naga walks up beside me and leans over. 
"I am impressed. Weren't you supposed to kill Kasper while you were here?" He whispers quietly while matching strides beside me.
I glance over at him. There is only one way he would know that. Soul must have called Defy and asked for help. Crap. 

"Since you know, I take it that means you can handle it from here?" I ask him. Naga is equally skilled in assassinations so I know I can trust it to him. He nods his head but doesn't say anything else, I can feel him slide something into my pocket. I turn to go up the stairs and he keeps walking.
I am free.  Thanks Naga.

I break into the open air of the street. Thankfully it appears to be dark out. The neon lights and sounds of partying overload my senses. I need something to eat... I am not talking about food. I look at the buildings around me. Uh oh....
I came out of a man hole in front of a biker bar and I am splattered with blood, of course some of the bikers are giving me some very unfriendly looks. I think that they will taste pretty good. Damaged souls usually satisfy my hunger. I strut through the foul traffic, glaring at drivers and passengers alike.
A few of the bikers notice me coming towards them. I suspect that they are probably going to fight back though I am not particularly concerned. They can stab or shoot me all they want, it wont kill me.
One walks away from the rest and approaches me. He is a fairly decent size man. I put him around late 20's early 30's. I am a little surprised to see him coming from the biker group. Despite his leather clothing he is very neat.

"Hey man, are you alright? Do you need a ride to the hospital?" He asks politely. Even the tone in his voice is forced.

"No officer, I'm good. Thanks though." I say while trying to push past him. It is obvious this guy is undercover. Either these bikers are idiots or he is being played with. His eyes widen and he grabs my arm. I pull away and throw him to the ground in the process. I pin him by the throat and steal his soul in an instant. It isn't messy or loud but it's just my style. I feel a little better my appetite is still ravenous.
I stand up and back away from the body. Crap.. I did that without thinking. A hand grabs my arm and pulls me aside. Some of the other bikers swarm around the body. I look over and acknowledge the presence of the person grabbing my arm. I yank my arm away but he has a better grip than the last guy.
The cluster starts to get louder as they realize he is dead.

"What did you do?!" The one holding me yells/spits in my face. I smile at him. I tackle him to the floor while simultaneously plucking one of my feathers. I lodge it into his neck and grab the items in his pocket. Feels like a cellphone, cash and keys. Perfect. While I am at it I lean over and devour his soul. A wave of relief washes over me as I am revitalized by his essence. The taste was rather delectable as well.
I try to remember what bike this guy was standing by... ah I think I got it... I slide onto the bike and try the ignition. It roars to life. I glance back to notice that the bikers are coming towards me. Haha. Dang it. I drive away as fast as I can manage. It has been a long while since I drove a motorcycle so I am a little slow when it comes to shifting.
One of the good thing is that I am still on I-Drive (International Drive) the bad thing is that I-Drive is known for its traffic...
I take the motorcycle onto the sidewalk, irritating a lot of people. I cannot help but laugh as I continue this crazy escape attempt. Who would have thought that the humans would give me a harder time than the demons.

A few reckless decisions later and I am free of my pursuers. I ditch the bike and sneak into a back alley of one of the fancy restaurants.
I grab the phone and dial my number. If my predictions are correct than Soul should answer. I am usually right so..

Ring

Ri-"Hello?" A confused Soul says on the other end.

"Yo. Whatcha doing with my stuff? Who gave you permission to answer my phone?" I tease him instantly. I hear a sigh from the other end.

"Where the heck have you been?! You give me all your crap and run. Yeah, I am gonna answer the flipping phone!" He rants into the phone. I can't help but smirk at his simple thinking. Demon or not he is still 19.

"We will talk about that later. I take it you found a hotel room? Where is the Jeep?" I flip into serious mode. I want my Jeep back."Yes. I am at The La Quinta still on I-Drive. The Jeep is here with me. Want me to come get you?" I can feel the smug attitude radiating through the phone. I almost called it a receiver... Man I feel old.

"Yeah. That would be best. I am behind the steakhouse down by the big hotels and stuff. You might want to hurry because I am kind of messy-" I cut myself off. I don't want to tell him I am covered in blood. He will know when he gets here but he will also know better than to ask.

"I will be there soon. Oh, and Krow. Don't do that again." He says in probably the most honest tone I have ever heard him use. To think I scared him. A demon. A Serial Killer. 

"Shut up and get here." I say back to him and hang up. I smash the phone and wait for him to get here.


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I see the Jeep pull into the alley and come out of hiding. Souls puts it in park (well its a stick so technically he puts it in neutral and puts the E brake on) and climbs out the drivers side.

"Krow?" He asks. He looks a little uncomfortable.

"Of course its me you idiot. Who else would be waiting for you behind the steakhouse?!" I can't help but tease him. I understand its how I am reacting mostly out of relief. This entire time I was afraid that Befoul would find him and that wouldn't end well..
He scoffs and starts to climb back in the drivers seat.
"Heck no! Get out. I am driving." I yell as I pull him out of my spot. He looks at me a little puzzled, acknowledging the bloodstains.

"Are you hurt?" He asks in a flat tone. He glances from my shirt to my face, looking for a reaction that isn't there.

"It's not mine." I say with a smile. He laughs and walks around.
I climb in and start the car. While Soul is getting in I take a moment to look at the paper Naga slipped into my pocket. It is a time, a place and a number I know very well. Defy has set up a meeting and I am supposed to be there. Great, everything will get back to normal soon and we can end this special brand of hell. We can end him.

There will be an extra that follows this chapter the link will be added here by Wednesday.