The Demon in his heart part 7

“You’re mighty jumpy for someone who called us here for help,” Borjas says, motioning for Victor to put the spell away.
“You’re quick on the draw for someone who’s supposed to be healers,” Victor responds.
“You think people care if you’re a healer or not? You can still be robbed pretty easily.” Salib says, charging her weapon with spirit energy.
“My love, they have a point. Put the gun down. We don’t want to fight near Isabelle,” Rosa reasons, with Isabelle hugging her leg. Victor lowers the spell and backs away.
“I’m going to walk over to Isabelle and release the magic in her. Are you okay with that?” Both parents nod. Salib walks over to Isabelle and holder her hand out for her. Isabelle takes her hand, and Salib siphons the magic out of her and makes a ball of spirit magic. Then, absorbing it back to herself, she moves back to her spot behind Borjas.
“Forgive my skepticism, but we’ve tried everything, and for it to be such a simple thing, it’s hard to believe,” Rosa says, trying to ease the mood.
“I completely understand. It’s not a simple thing to find, however. Without all the wars that plagued us and the need for all types of warriors in our armies, these things get missed. Especially when you have a health care system that won’t properly treat you if you don’t have enough money, clerics who don’t believe in changing people, and spirit users who don’t always learn all the skills they need the correct way.”
“I’m so happy you understand,” Rosa says, placing her hand over her heart.
“I’ve met my competition. I know that there are good and bad out there in every profession, but the bad is a little more popular than the good.”
“You’re a Godsend. I’m sorry, is that offensive?” Rosa tries to correct.
“The Dragons and the Gods are equals, not enemies like they used to be. You’re fine.” Salib says, de-escalating.
“Thank the Gods and the Dragons for you, Farah. But, tell you what, why don’t I let you do a little pre-shopping in my closet. Just to make up for any misunderstanding.”
“Of course, as long as the prettiest girl in the room will join us.”
“Yay! Dress up!” Isabelle says, finally feeling safe enough to come from behind Rosa’s leg. The women run off to the back of the home, get better acquainted, and Victor and Borjas look at each other, and their minds go to the same thing simultaneously.
“Cerveza?” Victor says, more a formality at this point.
“I thought you would never ask,” Borjas says, taking a seat at the dinner table. Victor throws one over, and Borjas catches it with ease.
“Nice catch, Miguel. I didn’t take you for a Finesse user,” Victor says, using his power to size up Borjas. Borjas realizes that he used Finesse to catch the bottle. He didn’t mean to. Hopefully, he could still pull this off.
“Yeah, I learned a little. I like to stay in shape, and as long as I stay that way, I can use it.”
“So, you just use it for party tricks?”
“And the police issued firearm?”
“This old thing? My dad was a cop. He just gave me his when he retired.” Only half a lie. Borjas takes a sip of the beer and watches Victor closely. Borjas held all the cards. He knew that.
Close proximity means he could get to Victor before he could cast a spell. Salib is with Rosa and Isabelle. There is no way he would take that chance. Not to mention, killing a cop without a really good plan was a bad idea for anyone, but worse for a husband and a father—especially one with a sick child.
While Borjas is reading the situation, he notices that Victor’s eyes keep flashing black. Borjas could only imagine what that meant. More than likely talking to his Patron. If he’s getting back up from the other side, that wasn’t good. Borjas needed to call for backup too, but he didn’t know-how.
Taking his phone out would be too suspicious. The only thing he could rely on now is, thinking it. Hopefully, Salib would pick up on his messages. She usually checked his thoughts when they were apart, just in case. Let’s hope to the Gods she is doing it now.
“So tell me this, Miguel, what was the real reason you were at the bar last night?”
“I wanted a drink, just like you.”
“Then why did you end the night without getting a single drink? You were as sober as I was.” Victor’s eyes go black once more, and Borjas reaches for his sidearm.

It didn’t take long for Salib to figure out why Isabelle came down with an instant case of drowsiness. Her mother wanted her alone. But, her good heart getting the better of her, Salib still placed a small spell that would alleviate her magic build-up, cutting her magic pool in half. She hoped this would ease tension, but she couldn’t be sure. This is a play that she learned from Borjas, and she was never as good at his moves as he was.
“My husband may be a complete idiota, but I’m not. I also know that you spirit users are super sensitive to demonic energy, so let’s not mince words.” Rosa says after the child leaves the room.
“I know we are about to get into a thing, but these pearl-colored heels are too cute,” Salib says, turning from Rosa’s closet. When she faces Rosa, she already has a ball of demonic energy equipped and ready to fire. Salib just starts to think – what would Raphael do? “What do you know?”
“You’re a police officer.”
“Go on,” Salib says, keeping her hands at her side.
“You suspect Victor of something, and your partner used his weakness to get here to investigate.
“Well, that’s illegal. We’d need a warrant for that. And since We’re here less than twelve hours after they met, we couldn’t possibly have that.” No, but they did have probable cause now, and she knows that Rosa would know that.
“So you are cops?”
“No, just watch a lot of crime TV, but I’ve learned not to argue with a person with a loaded gun or spell on you.”
“Smart woman.”
“Thanks,” Salib says, reaching for as many tricks as she could. She looks back and runs her hand down one of the dresses. “Could we possibly do this somewhere else? It’s hard to feel threatened, surrounded by gorgeous outfits.”
“Sure. Your partner is already captured in the kitchen, Follow me, and no funny business. I don’t doubt you’re strong, but this is enough power to put even an S-rank hunter down.” Salib just nods and lets her believe that. She knows a couple of S-ranks, and they would laugh at her spell. Salib couldn’t handle a direct hit, however.
Taking the slow paces to the kitchen, Rosa walks backward, and Salib is impressed at how well she can manage this without looking. Salib starts thinking of a plan, but it’s only a short walk to the kitchen. She usually doesn’t have to. Borjas always has the plan.
When they reach the end of the hallway, and Borjas is on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, Salib comes close to swearing for the first time.

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“I can’t believe I was so stupid as to let you come here,” Victor says, holding the spell up to Borjas. Rosa’s smile starts to return, and that makes him feel a little better.
“You were angry, Mi Amor, and Rogues are masters at manipulating emotions.”
“Thanks,” Miguel speaks up. “Nice to see our work doesn’t go unnoticed.”
“Stop talking before I lose my patience,” Victor says.
“Or what?” Borjas says dryly. “You’ll kill a cop with your little girl in the other room? Not likely. You are smart enough to throw the police off the trail and frame a couple of dumb humans. So that means you’re smart enough to know that killing cops means Isabelle has to either live her life on the run or go into the system. Do you think either of those options is good enough for her? And what of her condition? How will she get help then?”
“Enough!” Victor slaps Miguel. “Enough of your words Rogue.”
“I’ve heard that you casters were pansies, but jeez. Can’t you hit with a little more power than that?” Miguel says slyly. Victor draws back and punches Miguel. The hit doesn’t even knock him over.
“Wow, if that’s all you got, I’m starting to wonder how you keep your wife happy.” Before Victor can fire the spell, Rosa touches his shoulder.
“Mi Amor, this is just him trying to get under your skin. Don’t let him.”
“Yeah, because you hitting like that, the only thing you need to worry about is someone else getting into your wife.” Borjas gets a knee this time. This attack lays him on his back, and Rosa grabs Victor to make him look her in the eyes.
“Stop it! You know I’m not going anywhere. Stop letting this Rogue get the best of you.” Rosa releases a little power into him, and his anger is fighting her domination.
“When did you learn this spell?”
“Don’t worry about it. Stop fighting it.”
“You useless, Mortal! You will be the undoing of you and your wife.” Walpurga intervenes.
“You stay out of this!” They both yell, and this is when Victor realizes that Walpurga was the Patron of his wife and she had never told him.
“I mean, sure if you want me to.” Miguel’s voice cuts through. Victor turns to face Miguel to see that he was standing next to him. A quick jab to the chin, and Victor was down, and his spell fades from his grasp. Victor can hear Rosa and Miguel fighting, but before he can get back up, he feels the pressure of force wrap his body and a slight tingling. Trying to move against the force sends a shocking sensation through his body. When he tries to move his head, all he can see is Farah moving her hands to cast spells. A moment later, Rosa lands belly first on top of him. What has he done?”

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Another day, another job

Esmeralda taps her fingers along to the song’s beat in her headphones while riding the bus. Positively humming from this morning. More than likely, the other passengers think she’s a little more weird than usual as she’s swinging her hair as she hums along. She didn’t care though, she’s been learned to be herself. It kind of came with the territory of being a Human girl that loved Lycan culture more than her own. 

There were plenty that got into the Anime and Manga, but she was all in. Majored in Bushido in college, with a minor in Advanced Lycan language courses. While most of her friends went into something a little more expected of them, like early childhood education, but that wasn’t for her. 

Although her Papi and Mama would rather she follow that path, well, not exactly. They actually wanted her to go into Social services. Still, she couldn’t ignore her warrior’s call. While her Papi had learned to accept that she was a warrior, he at least wanted her to follow Human style, but it didn’t feel right to her. It had been her Papi that always told her to follow her heart. 

So that was settled, especially when she had to pay half of her college expenses. Mama getting into an accident also seemed to oppose her going to college for Bushido. That was why she had to work harder than most to make a lot of money for her familia. No matter how much she felt like a Lycan at heart, Familia is still very important. 

The Bus Driver called for the end of the line, and that was her queue.Esmeralda always waited for all the civilians to get off the bus first. Her Armor made it awkward to move around them. However, she still remembered to high-five the Bus Driver on the way out. He was one of the few strangers that never gave her problems. 

“What’s the job today, Ezzy?” His warm smile asks as she gets off the bus. 

“Goblins again,” She gives him a face that says that she’s over it. 

“That’s like the third time this week!”

“Yeah, a lot of them seem to be migrating towards this cave off the coast. Hopefully, we can find the cause of it.” 

“Well, be safe and tell me about it later.” 

“You got it.” She says with a smile making a heart over her chest. He returns a thumbs up to her, and then he closes the door to start his break. 

It wasn’t a long walk to the cave. Esmeralda is actually surprised that there isn’t any security around this area. Goblins may be weak monsters, but they can still do a lot of damage to an ordinary civilian. Maybe they just figured her and the other bounty hunters would keep it under control. Well, that is what she is there for. 

Approaching the spot marked on her map, she hears a whirlwind of testosterone going back and forth. By the Moon! Not this again. 

“I am the Tank! Look at me! I’m a Paladin. A Barbarian doesn’t have the skills to do what I do.” A human kid says, waving around what has to be his parent’s money. There is no way a b-class bounty hunter could afford that kind of armor. The Elf kid to the opposite of him spits on his boots and growls. 

“That’s why I’m the Tank! You can support me and help the healer keep us healed. You don’t have the strength to do what I can.” The Elf kid says, looking like every other frat boy she met. To his credit, he was extremely muscular and wearing what looks like an armor he could have made himself, made of basilisk hide. 

While the two of them throw temper tantrums, Esmeralda walks over to the Vampire ranger and the Drow cleric and join them at checking their social media while waiting for the mission to start.

“How long have they been at this?” Esmeralda asks.

“Longer than I would like to admit… Les Dieu!” The Vampire says as her eyes go from her phone to Esmeralda. “You’re Yasuhiro’s apprentice. Esmeralda Reyna, the Human Bushido warrior? I’m a huge fan.” The eyes of the Vampire got huge, and Esmeralda didn’t know what to do. She was used to this happening to her Senpai, but not to her. 

“Yes, I am, or at least last I checked,” Esmeralda wants to die at that lame joke, but it was all she could think of. 

“Is it true that you and Yasuhiro stopped a group of Orcish assassins in the Orcish invasion by yourselves? And that Yasuhiro got hurt, and you had to fend off the leader with multiple injuries?” The Vampire’s voice and eyes were just like a kid’s. I guess Esmeralda didn’t think about it that way. When she and her Senpai took that mission, all she wanted to do was protect him like he had done for her so many times. During the fight, Yasuhiro got hurt trying to protect her from an attack she couldn’t even see. Without his sacrifice to save her, she wouldn’t be here today. 

“Yes, I guess that’s true.” Esmeralda answers, and the Vampire squeals. 

“I knew it was true. You’re part of the reason why I got serious about my skills and became a bounty hunter.”

“I’m glad I could help.” The Vampire calls her owl over and starts to introduce her to her pet. Knowing that rangers can talk to animals, Esmeralda is almost sure that the owl is also a fan of hers. 

“A humble Human, quite a rare sight.” The Drow finally speaks up.

“So is a Drow cleric on the surface. I’m honored to be in your presence.” Esmeralda bows. 

“Please, there is no need for that, but I do appreciate it. Not enough people respect the clergy anymore with the Gods dead. But I guess I should expect nothing less from Yasuhiro’s apprentice.” He says, placing his blessing on Esmeralda. This had to be the blessing of power. Esmeralda could feel her muscles strengthen. And while her Armor isn’t super heavy, it now makes it feel like paper in terms of weight. Esmeralda bows to him, and he once again waves off her gratitude. 

“Don’t worry, Luv, it’s more or less why I’m here,” he smiles. 

“Why don’t we let Esmeralda be the tank?” The Vampire says, and the two children with big weapons turn to her. Their eyes burn with anger, and finally, they can agree on something.

“Not happening!” They both shout. Before the Vampire could protest, Esmeralda speaks up. 

“I’m not a Tank,” She says, then equips herself with her Orcish bow and takes a shot. The two toddlers dodge the arrow and realize that she didn’t aim at them at all. Sniping a goblin, they watch her complete accuracy as she draws, nocks, and fires again. “This place is filled with goblins. We don’t really need a tank. Senpai and I used to clear this place out once a month. The Vampire, overjoyed with seeing Esmeralda use her bow, pulls hers out and joins her. Sending the owl out to attack and draw out enemies, they begin getting to work.  The Human puts on his helmet and rushes into the thick of it, followed closely by the Elf with his dual swords. With everyone doing so well, the Drow takes a few goblins himself, taking shots with his pistol whenever he can. 

Pretty soon, everyone but Esmeralda realized why the job posting asked for five hunters. A massive wave of goblins and wolves comes from the cave in full force. It wasn’t the strength of the goblins, it was the sheer number of them, and seeing that the ‘Tanks’ froze up, Esmeralda puts her bow away and runs to the front line. Drawing on her power, she uses a sword draw technique and fires a power slash projectile. It glides through the goblins like a master carver’s blade through tender meat. The other hunters are in awe when she does it again and again. 

Snapping from his fear, the Barbarian leaps past Esmeralda and does a power stomp. The shock wave is enough to knock many of them to the ground, and he goes forward with executing all the ones around him in a vortex swing. Not one to be outdone, the Paladin calls down divine energy to reduce a few of them to ash. The Paladin sees that not only does Esmeralda give him a thumbs up of approval, but he gets a nod of respect from the Barbarian. 

With the bulk of them gone, they clear out any remaining goblins. Once they realize that they can do this and have fun with it, everything starts to go a lot faster. 

“So you are as good as they say,” The Drow says while passing the spirits along to the dead. The last thing they need is the spirits manifesting into ghosts and haunting the nearby towns.

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I just had a really good teacher.” 

“You can say that again. Yasuhiro is a legend on three different continents. My teacher was just some drunk Human with good enough luck to complete enough jobs to be an A-class bounty hunter.”

“Everyone’s teacher isn’t S-class?” Esmeralda asks, most of her friends being S-class or some high ranking member of an army. And one being a Prince. 

“By the Queen, no. Not all of us are as lucky as you, Luv. There are not enough S-classes to go around for everyone. Well, maybe there are, but not enough in our field.”

“What do you mean?” Esmeralda asks, dragging more bodies to the pile to be passed along.

“We could learn to do bounties in the inner city, but the teachers they have for that are terrifying.” Esmeralda thinks of Kira and Xiao. She guesses that she knows them in a different light. She could see how they could cause fear… There was a loud roar and then a scream. Esmeralda was pretty sure that it was the Human’s scream. She and the Drow turn to where the sound was coming from. Now Esmeralda was locked in fear. 

A giant cyclops had the Human in his hand and was now throwing him to the ground. The Cyclops is in motion to steep on the Human – Esmeralda quickly fires off another slash that causes the Cyclops to step back instead. Using her power, she dashes to the Human’s side and moves him out of harm’s way. The Drow signals that he will heal him. 

Esmeralda gets in her battle stance and calls over to the Elf. 

“I guess that makes you the tank.”

Esmeralda taps her fingers along to the song’s beat in her headphones while riding the bus. Positively humming from this morning. More than likely, the other passengers think she’s a little more weird than usual as she’s swinging her hair as she hums along. She didn’t care though, she’s been learned to be herself. It kind of came with the territory of being a Human girl that loved Lycan culture more than her own. 

There were plenty that got into the Anime and Manga, but she was all in. Majored in Bushido in college, with a minor in Advanced Lycan language courses. While most of her friends went into something a little more expected of them, like early childhood education, but that wasn’t for her. 

Although her Papi and Mama would rather she follow that path, well, not exactly. They actually wanted her to go into Social services. Still, she couldn’t ignore her warrior’s call. While her Papi had learned to accept that she was a warrior, he at least wanted her to follow Human style, but it didn’t feel right to her. It had been her Papi that always told her to follow her heart. 

So that was settled, especially when she had to pay half of her college expenses. Mama getting into an accident also seemed to oppose her going to college for Bushido. That was why she had to work harder than most to make a lot of money for her familia. No matter how much she felt like a Lycan at heart, Familia is still very important. 

The Bus Driver called for the end of the line, and that was her queue.Esmeralda always waited for all the civilians to get off the bus first. Her Armor made it awkward to move around them. However, she still remembered to high-five the Bus Driver on the way out. He was one of the few strangers that never gave her problems. 

“What’s the job today, Ezzy?” His warm smile asks as she gets off the bus. 

“Goblins again,” She gives him a face that says that she’s over it. 

“That’s like the third time this week!”

“Yeah, a lot of them seem to be migrating towards this cave off the coast. Hopefully, we can find the cause of it.” 

“Well, be safe and tell me about it later.” 

“You got it.” She says with a smile making a heart over her chest. He returns a thumbs up to her, and then he closes the door to start his break. 

It wasn’t a long walk to the cave. Esmeralda is actually surprised that there isn’t any security around this area. Goblins may be weak monsters, but they can still do a lot of damage to an ordinary civilian. Maybe they just figured her and the other bounty hunters would keep it under control. Well, that is what she is there for. 

Approaching the spot marked on her map, she hears a whirlwind of testosterone going back and forth. By the Moon! Not this again. 

“I am the Tank! Look at me! I’m a Paladin. A Barbarian doesn’t have the skills to do what I do.” A human kid says, waving around what has to be his parent’s money. There is no way a b-class bounty hunter could afford that kind of armor. The Elf kid to the opposite of him spits on his boots and growls. 

“That’s why I’m the Tank! You can support me and help the healer keep us healed. You don’t have the strength to do what I can.” The Elf kid says, looking like every other frat boy she met. To his credit, he was extremely muscular and wearing what looks like an armor he could have made himself, made of basilisk hide. 

While the two of them throw temper tantrums, Esmeralda walks over to the Vampire ranger and the Drow cleric and join them at checking their social media while waiting for the mission to start.

“How long have they been at this?” Esmeralda asks.

“Longer than I would like to admit… Les Dieu!” The Vampire says as her eyes go from her phone to Esmeralda. “You’re Yasuhiro’s apprentice. Esmeralda Reyna, the Human Bushido warrior? I’m a huge fan.” The eyes of the Vampire got huge, and Esmeralda didn’t know what to do. She was used to this happening to her Senpai, but not to her. 

“Yes, I am, or at least last I checked,” Esmeralda wants to die at that lame joke, but it was all she could think of. 

“Is it true that you and Yasuhiro stopped a group of Orcish assassins in the Orcish invasion by yourselves? And that Yasuhiro got hurt, and you had to fend off the leader with multiple injuries?” The Vampire’s voice and eyes were just like a kid’s. I guess Esmeralda didn’t think about it that way. When she and her Senpai took that mission, all she wanted to do was protect him like he had done for her so many times. During the fight, Yasuhiro got hurt trying to protect her from an attack she couldn’t even see. Without his sacrifice to save her, she wouldn’t be here today. 

“Yes, I guess that’s true.” Esmeralda answers, and the Vampire squeals. 

“I knew it was true. You’re part of the reason why I got serious about my skills and became a bounty hunter.”

“I’m glad I could help.” The Vampire calls her owl over and starts to introduce her to her pet. Knowing that rangers can talk to animals, Esmeralda is almost sure that the owl is also a fan of hers. 

“A humble Human, quite a rare sight.” The Drow finally speaks up.

“So is a Drow cleric on the surface. I’m honored to be in your presence.” Esmeralda bows. 

“Please, there is no need for that, but I do appreciate it. Not enough people respect the clergy anymore with the Gods dead. But I guess I should expect nothing less from Yasuhiro’s apprentice.” He says, placing his blessing on Esmeralda. This had to be the blessing of power. Esmeralda could feel her muscles strengthen. And while her Armor isn’t super heavy, it now makes it feel like paper in terms of weight. Esmeralda bows to him, and he once again waves off her gratitude. 

“Don’t worry, Luv, it’s more or less why I’m here,” he smiles. 

“Why don’t we let Esmeralda be the tank?” The Vampire says, and the two children with big weapons turn to her. Their eyes burn with anger, and finally, they can agree on something.

“Not happening!” They both shout. Before the Vampire could protest, Esmeralda speaks up. 

“I’m not a Tank,” She says, then equips herself with her Orcish bow and takes a shot. The two toddlers dodge the arrow and realize that she didn’t aim at them at all. Sniping a goblin, they watch her complete accuracy as she draws, nocks, and fires again. “This place is filled with goblins. We don’t really need a tank. Senpai and I used to clear this place out once a month. The Vampire, overjoyed with seeing Esmeralda use her bow, pulls hers out and joins her. Sending the owl out to attack and draw out enemies, they begin getting to work.  The Human puts on his helmet and rushes into the thick of it, followed closely by the Elf with his dual swords. With everyone doing so well, the Drow takes a few goblins himself, taking shots with his pistol whenever he can. 

Pretty soon, everyone but Esmeralda realized why the job posting asked for five hunters. A massive wave of goblins and wolves comes from the cave in full force. It wasn’t the strength of the goblins, it was the sheer number of them, and seeing that the ‘Tanks’ froze up, Esmeralda puts her bow away and runs to the front line. Drawing on her power, she uses a sword draw technique and fires a power slash projectile. It glides through the goblins like a master carver’s blade through tender meat. The other hunters are in awe when she does it again and again. 

Snapping from his fear, the Barbarian leaps past Esmeralda and does a power stomp. The shock wave is enough to knock many of them to the ground, and he goes forward with executing all the ones around him in a vortex swing. Not one to be outdone, the Paladin calls down divine energy to reduce a few of them to ash. The Paladin sees that not only does Esmeralda give him a thumbs up of approval, but he gets a nod of respect from the Barbarian. 

With the bulk of them gone, they clear out any remaining goblins. Once they realize that they can do this and have fun with it, everything starts to go a lot faster. 

“So you are as good as they say,” The Drow says while passing the spirits along to the dead. The last thing they need is the spirits manifesting into ghosts and haunting the nearby towns.

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I just had a really good teacher.” 

“You can say that again. Yasuhiro is a legend on three different continents. My teacher was just some drunk Human with good enough luck to complete enough jobs to be an A-class bounty hunter.”

“Everyone’s teacher isn’t S-class?” Esmeralda asks, most of her friends being S-class or some high ranking member of an army. And one being a King. 

“By the Queen, no. Not all of us are as lucky as you, Luv. There are not enough S-classes to go around for everyone. Well, maybe there are, but not enough in our field.”

“What do you mean?” Esmeralda asks, dragging more bodies to the pile to be passed along.

“We could learn to do bounties in the inner city, but the teachers they have for that are terrifying.” Esmeralda thinks of Kira and Xiao. She guesses that she knows them in a different light. She could see how they could cause fear… There was a loud roar and then a scream. Esmeralda was pretty sure that it was the Human’s scream. She and the Drow turn to where the sound was coming from. Now Esmeralda was locked in fear. 

A giant cyclops had the Human in his hand and was now throwing him to the ground. The Cyclops is in motion to steep on the Human – Esmeralda quickly fires off another slash that causes the Cyclops to step back instead. Using her power, she dashes to the Human’s side and moves him out of harm’s way. The Drow signals that he will heal him. 

Esmeralda gets in her battle stance and calls over to the Elf. 

“I guess that makes you the tank.”

Rating: 1 out of 5.

The Demon in his heart pt 6

Surely the Dragons are Great! Salib’s mind is throwing a party, and she can’t stop squeezing Borjas’ arm. He got her approved to work undercover, which means she can wear a dress. It had taken her what felt like hours to settle on the yellow and gold asymmetrical one-shoulder dress. Salib even did her make-up to compliment the occasion. Its been so long since she could just dress like herself that it was hard for her to not indulge.
Her mother did her hair, nothing fancy, slicked back into a low bun. Her perfumes finally getting some use. Her bracelets and other accessories now getting some of the sunlight they so desperately miss. The real highlight of this, dress aside, was the sunflower yellow ankle strap heels. Salib was dying to take them out somewhere, and this was her chance.
Getting into the death trap of a car with Borjas, she awaited his mocking.
“I know you got approved to dress like a civilian and all, but you sure this is what you want to go with? We are still after a murderer.”
“Let me enjoy this. By the love of the Dragons, let me have this one. You are the fast one anyway. I can cast my spells in this, I promise.” She pleads. As much as she hated to admit it, she did look up to Borjas as a big brother, and if he made her change, she would. She would hate him, but she would.
“Just stay behind me when we get there. I wouldn’t dare take this from you. You look nice.” Salib absolutely beams with joy. She leans over and kisses him on the cheek. She gasps when she realizes that she left some of her lipstick on his cheek.
“What are you doing? You know how hard this stuff is to get off?” He says, grabbing a napkin from his console.
“It’s not that bad. It’s not like you have a woman to answer to.”
“I feel slighted.”
“You shouldn’t. No one woman can tame the mighty Borjas,” Salib flatters
“That’s more like it,” Borjas says, shifting into drive and pulling off. “While you’re in a good mood, I destroyed your base. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that gold mine you’ve been working on.” Borjas watches Salib struggle with her facial features. She goes into her purse and opens up the app, only to realized that her phone had been giving her notifications all this time. Opening up the app and tapping through the news, she just smiles and slouches back in the seat.
“You know, I normally would be mad, but I can’t be upset in this dress. Besides, I give up on trying to beat you at your own game.” She says and then fires up another app with puzzles and a more mellow tune.
“What’s that?” Borjas inquires.
“Oh, you wouldn’t like it. It’s far more girly than your game.”
“You any good at it?”
“I’ve been playing for a couple of days now. I’m pretty far on the leader board.”
“Send me a link. I’ll top that for sure.”
“Not everything between us has to be a competition.” Borjas chuckles. “You’re right. That was silly of me,” She says, joining into his laugh. She taps a few buttons, and Borjas hears the chime in his phone.

They make it to Victor’s house, and Salib is feeling fantastic. From the moment she steps out, she notices a few eyes on her. It felt good to have people’s attention without her badge on her hip. Especially when those eyes are jealous eyes of men who think that Borjas is her’s, or something like that. She hooks on Borja’s arm and joins him in the walk up to the door, and halfway there, she can feel the Demonic vibes. This house was unquestionably the house of warlocks, just as Borjas feared.
After a few raps at the door, a lovely young woman opens up, wearing a floral sleeveless halter dress. Her figure is a cut above Salib’s, and if she is honest, so was her fashion. Salib mentally shakes off her shock and gives herself the excuse that she would be more on top of things if she didn’t work all the time, but that still wouldn’t put her in this woman’s class if Borjas stares are anything to go by.
“Rosa?” Borjas says, realizing that everyone was sizing each other up.
“Yes, Miguel and Farah?” the woman returns.
“That’s us.” Borjas answers.
“Where are my manners? Please come in,” the woman says, opening the door for them. Borjas presses his fingers into Salib’s arm, and she knew what that meant. When their host turns to walk them in, she activates her astral sense, and it didn’t take long to confirm what she thought.
“Could I offer you anything to drink?”
“Cerveza is fine for me,” Borjas says.
“Would you happen to have agua fresca?” Salib asks.
“What kind of Human would I be if I didn’t? I’ll be right back.” The woman says and elegantly leaves the room.
“Did you know the woman was also a powerful warlock?” Borjas snaps his head to her.
“Her?”
“Yes, her. We’re going to have to be really careful.”
“Careful enough that bringing those shoes was a mistake?”
“These shoes are never a mistake.” Salib snaps. Shortly after, the two take their seat. The woman comes back with two beers, a glass of agua fresca, and the cutest little girl that Salib has ever seen.

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“My dad didn’t tell me you were so pretty,” Isabelle says, looking up at Mr. Miguel’s sister. The sister blushes and nods to Isabelle.
“Thank you, my dear. That means a lot coming from the prettiest girl in the room.” Isabelle gives her cheesy grin and walks over to her.
“Are you here to heal me?” the sadness in her voice shows.
“I’m going to try my best,” the sister says, grabbing Isabelle’s hands. Going into her purse, the sister pulls out a weird pebble and tells Isabelle to hold it. Shortly after, she empties a vial of dust into her hand, powers it with her magic then blows it all over Isabelle. The dust melds into her skin, and then the pebble shines.
The face the sister makes is disheartening, but she seems to see something. She inspects her further with all types of reagents that Victor couldn’t identify, then a moment that makes his heart burst with joy.
“I can fix this, and for cheap, actually.”
“Does it take a long time to do?” Victor asks, for once hopeful about her situation.
“Nope, but you do have to go somewhere the spirits are strong. There’s a nature shrine not far from here. I could pull it off there in about a day or two.”
“How much?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t follow?”
“How much will it cost for this ritual?” Victor says, ready to pay any price.
“For you… nothing. My brother is going to pay me.”
“I am,” Miguel says, snapping into the conversation after hearing his name.
“Well, I guess you’re going to pay. I’m sorry, what’s your name,”
“Rosa.”
“You’ll pay Rosa too.”
“How?”
“You’re taking me shopping, and I NEED to know where she gets her clothes from. Are you looking at this dress?” Victor can’t believe this is happening. After so many years of looking for an answer, this woman is just going to fix her, just like that. By doing…
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to question you, but how are you going to heal her?” The sister looks over at him and puts her tools away.
“I’m sorry, I got so excited about my brother taking me shopping I forgot to tell you. Isabelle, she is what we call a slayer. Her body is not producing magic at a higher rate. She’s absorbing the magic at a high rate. These people in the old time were perfect for mage hunters as they could absorb magic and use it at their will. Her problem is, she doesn’t know how to let the magic out that she absorbs, so I will just add a magical outlet for her to return her magic to the world. To make one big enough for her, it’s going to take more magic than I have, so we have to go to a place where spirit magic is powerful.”
Victor begins to cry and can’t believe that it’s nearly over.
“If that’s been the case, then why has no one ever noticed before?” Rosa speaks up.
“Because it’s a super rare condition, and if you don’t have a really good physician, then it will be overlooked. Don’t believe me.” Farah says, then charges a bolt of spirit magic. Victor runs to protect Isabelle but isn’t fast enough. He hears Rosa gasp. He prepares a ball of demonic energy and looks at Isabelle.
“This tickles dad,” Isabelle says, with a white glow around her. Victor turns and nearly drops his spell when he notices that Miguel and Farah have guns pointed at him. Isabelle whimpers.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Morning Tea run

No matter how high Esmeralda turned up her music, the mockery of the women in the cafe pierced through. They mocked her hair, which she had dyed white. They mocked her shirt, which named and portrayed her latest anime crush. They mocked her shoes, which she got at a very good deal. It’s hard to find good skateboarding shoes in a town that’s filled with monster hunters. 

But probably dumbest of all, they mocked her custom-made Damascus Steel katana, gifted to her by her master. The Tsuka is crafted from the finest Elvish wood, high-quality hide, and ribbon made of Lycan silk. Her Katana, Taiyo no Senshi or Taiyo for short, was awarded to her after passing her trail of Bushido with flying colors. Taiyo was her earned nickname, being one of the only humans taken seriously in Honin. Los Mitichas was known as the city of the sun. So she became the Sun warrior. 

So if these women knew how powerful of a weapon she had and what it took to obtain it, why would they mock her? Because so many Humans have been diving into Lycan culture with the invasion of Anime and Manga. Esmeralda was sure that could be the only reason they would think to make fun of someone. Either way, Esmeralda didn’t care. All she cared about was getting her tea and getting back to her apartment. 

“Do you think she’s ever been kissed? I mean, look at how weird she is,” one says, snapping yet another selfie of herself. 

“I’m sure some weirdo loser will touch her. Probably some lard ass who works at a comic book store. They probably talk about all their little action figures together.” Her blond friend joins in, laughing. She apparently finds herself hilarious. Well, she and her followers. 

“Or some loser skate punk. Look at her busted-ass shoes.” The friend with the glasses says and then snorts. Is this what popular girls from high school evolved into? Housewives with nothing better to do than try to bully others until they become unsatisfied in their marriage and get divorced? 

Esmeralda moves up, hoping that the person in front of her won’t take long. There weren’t enough Lycan pop or Anime theme songs to get her through their miserable attempts to make her feel bad. 

“I bet she thinks because she has abs, guys still want to be with her. No man wants all those abs, bitch,” Selfie speaks up again, and the others agree. 

“Yeah, they want someone with a nice slender figure. Not someone strong enough to break trees.” They continue, but all their insults are kind of flattering to Esmeralda. She has been working pretty hard, but she didn’t know her muscles could be seen underneath a pretty loose-fitting shirt, and … well, maybe her legs were a give away in her skirt. Come to think of it, her shirt was tied back, which could show off her defining lines. 

Esmeralda just continues to ignore them, bobbing her head to the grooves in her headphones. She’s delighted when the person in front of her moves to the side, and she’s waved up by Yusei, one of her favorite clerks. 

“Ohaiyo Yusei. What’s up?” Esmeralda says in perfect Lycan, but in her Anime voice. 

“Ohaiyo. I want to get out of here. Will you have your usual?” He responds back in Lycan. He shows far more irritation than Esmeralda does when the women behind her start mimicking her. 

“You know I will. I can’t get enough Sencha.” 

“I’m going to throw something at those bi…,” 

“No, no, Yusei. You’re more honorable than that.”

“Not really.” he returns. His lip visibly showing his struggle to keep calm.

“Then don’t do it for me. Your favorite customer.”

“You’re not my favorite.” He says with a grin. Esmeralda pays and gives him a look of disbelief. 

“Then who is?”

“Xiao,” He says, his grin growing wider.

“You make a very fair point,” Esmeralda says. Xiao comes every day, much like her, but Xiao buys about fifty dollars worth of tea. Esmeralda couldn’t afford that quite yet. She was only a B-rank bounty hunter, where Xiao was an S-rank. Not even taking the time to write her name down, Yusei just yells over his shoulder that Taiyo was here and got a confirmation from the back. 

Taking a step to the side, she places her headphones back in her ear and continues to jam out for a couple of minutes. She watches as Selfie and friends couldn’t even get their orders together and hold up the line. Then they struggle over the proper names of the tea, taking a liking to the Human pronunciation rather than the Drow, Orcish, or Lycan from where they come.

Esmeralda wasn’t going to let that get to her. Soon she would have her tea, then she could get back to her apartment and put this all behind her. That’s the plan anyway. She thinks that may change when she sees that the women need a little more time to make themselves feel better. 

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” Glasses speaks up and gets in her face. Esmeralda removes her earbuds once more and puts them in her back pocket. She knew that this wouldn’t end with her minding her own business. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Esmeralda gives her full attention. 

“Is that your boyfriend? He seems awfully nice to you.”

“Yusei? No, we’re just friends.” says more animated than needed.

“Is he a loser like you?” They start laughing. 

“I’d imagine not. He’s the day shift manager.” They laugh even harder. 

“Oh, he must be so cool. Shift manager at a shitty cafe like this.” Selfie joins in. Esmeralda just looks around nervously while they continue to bully her. “I bet that sword isn’t even real. Just want to grab attention with that thing.” Selfie reaches for her sword, but Esmeralda just pulls away. 

“Come on, let us see your stupid sword.” Blond makes another attempt. Esmeralda is saved by her name being called. Skillfully stepping around them to get to her cup, she grabs it and makes a beeline for the door. The women continue bullying her more by calling her a coward and a fraud, but she’s beyond caring at this point. She’s just happy to be out and into the sun and fresh air. 

Grabbing her board from the wall where she left it, she hops on and takes a victory sip to her freedom. Those women aside, the neighborhood that she lives in is friendly to her, and she is very well known. She cruises and sips for about two blocks until she is back at her apartment. Popping the board up, she tucks it under her arm and enters her code to enter the complex. 

She makes it through the lobby and to the elevators, and once she presses three, she’s almost where she wants to be. The doors open and puts her only steps away from her safe haven. She digs in her pocket, fiddling for her key, but before she can even open the door, it opens for her. 

There in the doorway was Ben, her Demon boyfriend. Shirtless as usual, he had a body that both models and athletes alike envied. One hundred eighty-eight centimeters in height, steel-gray eyes, long black beard, and coal-colored skin enthralled her as it always did. He takes her board for her and leads her in the house. 

Esmeralda tries to walk by him, but he grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him. 

“You left without kissing me,” he says while kissing her neck and his hand traveling up and down her thighs. 

“I always go to get tea in the morning.” She says, almost dropping her cup. She finds a place to set it down quickly when his hands reach up and grip her breast. She turns her head to face him, locking lips with him. Soon after, her ass can feel how much his body missed hers. 

Her moans are all the encouragement he needs to slide her skirt to the floor and walk her over to the couch. On any other day, she would shyly protest and play cat and mouse games until they end up in her bedroom, but after hearing all the mocking, she needed to get the doubts out of her mind.

 She knew what they said had some truth to it. She is weird, she doesn’t fit in, she isn’t like other girls. But that was why she had a beautiful Demon man yanking her panties down and bending her over the back of the couch. His rod sliding into her slickness and pulling on her long white Anime hair. 

His growls feed the fuel to her desires and burn away the women’s nasty words. His passionate strokes let her know that he saw her as beautiful. His hunger for what she could offer proved that her warrior’s body was desirable. They knew nothing but what they were told. Esmeralda preferred knowing what she could feel. 

And right now, she felt as he pressed his strong hands on her waist and let her feel every long stroke from his rod.  Even though she was a warrior, he was always careful. They had been together long enough to know what each was capable of taking. Esmeralda loved him for that. But right now, she wanted a little more. 

“Harder,” the whisper leaves her lips. No sooner than it’s said it is fulfilled. She feels the slamming against her bottom as he pounds harder into her. Slapping her backside, pulling her faster into his strokes. 

“More,” she calls for, and he hesitates this time. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, but she’s lost in the slow tempo that he’s taken while waiting for an answer. She wants to answer, but all that answers with, is soft moans. The shock of an orgasm waves through her, but she still manages to nod her head. 

“Liebling?” He calls out for another confirmation. 

“Yes!” She screams, gripping onto the pillows of the couch. He lifts her legs and spreads them on the beam of the couch. With nothing to hold on to but the pad, she feels as much as her body can. Her legs spread so wide that she cannot monitor any of him, so she gets all of him. Raw and pure. His hands with a death grip on her butt, she feels as he slams it down on his stiffness over and over. 

She hasn’t told him how wonderful a little pain makes her feel sometimes. Usually, the more passionate and affectionate sex they have is what she needs, but thanks to those women, she needed to be on the end of pure lust. His growls turn to moans, and then moans get shorter and shorter. She can feel the buildup in him as he’s trying to slow down. 

Esmeralda doesn’t help him at all. With what leverage she has, she moves to his tempo and speeds them up. Feeling himself going over the edge, his hands release her bottom and find her breast. They both shiver as they ride the wave of combined climax until he nearly loses his balance. She goes forward, ending up on the couch, and he ends up propped up propped against the wall. 

“That was…,” He starts.

“I know,” she finishes, nearly as out of breath as he is. “When you can, come over here and kiss me.” Only a few seconds pass, and Esmeralda can hear his footsteps walking around the couch. He leans over to kiss her, but she pulls him on the couch. He’s not much of a challenge for her. He’s weak in the aftermath. Letting her lips and hands show how satisfied she is, he nuzzles her neck and enjoys her affection. 

“I take it things went bad at the cafe?” He says, rubbing his thumb over her throat. She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him in for a another kiss. 

“I think it went well, wouldn’t you agree?”

Rating: 1 out of 5.
  • Morning Tea Run

The Demon in his heart part 5

Victor takes a sharp inhale of the cigarette and spews a huge cloud of smoke into the disgustingly humid air, but all in all, things were going well. Once again, Borjas instincts kicked in, and everything seemed a little too easy. Following his gut, he told Salib that he needed to get a drink and went back to the bar. People commonly down-talk the bar, but there is no greater hub of people telling the truth than a bar on the weekends.
“So I hate to pry, but from the sounds of the guys in there, it sounds like you have sprout. How old is he?”
“She,” Victor corrects. “Yeah, my little Isabelle is going on six now,” Victor says with the kind of pride that only a good dad would.
“Six, whoo, I hear there nothing but trouble at that age. I guess it’s better to have them in the explorer phase than where you’ll be in ten years or so.”
“I know, I don’t even want to think about it. I’ll take the little princess drawing on the wall, over sneaking out.” Victor says. He digs into his wallet and starts to show pictures, and just like most parents, he can’t help but tell Borjas all about his special tiny Human.
Borjas comes from a big family and can’t wait to settle down and get to this stage. He still hopes that by the Gods mercy, he wouldn’t be like this. Whipping out his photos, protected by cheap retail store sleeves, anytime someone remotely brings up children. However, there was something that caught Borjas’s attention.
“I see there a couple of photos with her in the hospital. I mean… you know what, forget I asked.
“No, I get asked this often. The only thing that makes me uncomfortable is how comfortable I am talking about it. Isabelle has a rare condition to where her magic builds up in her body, but since she doesn’t know how to use it,” He stars.
“It wreaks havoc on her body,” Borjas finishes.
“Exactly. Me and her mother have been taking her to the hospital a lot, but we can only get medicine to lower the rate her body takes in magic.”
“Have they tried the surgery?”
“They want to, but we don’t have the money for that. My insurance won’t cover but a small portion of it.”
“Any rituals?”
“The clerics won’t touch her. They believe she is as the Gods created. Shamans and wizards are more expensive or troublesome than hospitals.”
“Really? I guess I’m just lucky that my kid sister dabbles.”
“Is she a Shaman?”
“Nah, Witch, but maybe she could help.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. No matter what route we go, it’s super expensive.”
“I’m sure that her taking a look wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I’ll pay for the consultation.”
“Sir, I couldn’t,” Victor protests.
“You can because if I have to be a walking purse for a day or two, your daughter is getting looked at.” Borjas really sinks it in. Finally, Victor caves and gives him a wave of thank yous. Borjas tells him not to worry and sends the text to Salib that he thinks he’s found what he’s looking for. After trading info with Victor, he hands him another cigarette and offers him a drink. He knows that he won’t take it.
“No, if they don’t want me in there, I’ll just go drink at home.”
“The Mrs doesn’t mind?”
“As long as I wait until the baby is asleep.”
“Well, you have my number. Give me a ring if you want to go to another bar.”
“Thank you, but it probably is best if I just head home,” Victor says, asking for a light. With a move practiced from his years watching Noir films, he strikes a match and sparks the cigarette. Sending a puff out, he waves goodbye to Borjas. When Victor turns around, Borjas taps into his Finesse and fades into the shadows.
Borjas didn’t trust when things were easy, but it feels a little more real this time. He has to follow this lead. His gut is telling him this could be the real one.
Though his Finesse cloaks him in the shadows and muffles his movements, he still needed to be careful. He isn’t invisible, just harder to detect. This ability is one of the main reasons rogues make up most of the detectives in every country.
Borjas makes sure to stay a healthy distance from Victor. He’s only harder to detect through sight and sound. If he gets suspicious, magic could find him easily. However, it looks like Borjas has nothing to worry about. He seems a little overjoyed on his way home. Borjas guesses it’s the good news that he had given him.
A few blocks of following him, he makes it to a small house nestled in a blue-collar neighborhood, but he stops when he makes it to the door. Borjas takes this time to find the nearest tree and get cozy. That stop was usually followed by searching your area. Luckily for Borjas, most people never looked up when searching. Using Finesse once more, he leaps into a tree in the yard across from Victor.
When Victor turns around. It’s worse than Borjas thought.

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“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Walpurga, Victor’s Demon lord, whispers in his mind.
“Watch your tone. I am your eyes and ears. You can’t affect the world without me.”
“You believe you are my only servant? You underestimate me, Human. You gave your soul to me, which means you do as I say.”
“Not when it comes to Isabelle.”
“The bastard that’s not even yours? She’s not even fit for my lowest level spells.”
“Watch your tongue. I will kill you, hag!” Victor’s anger growing out of control.
“Please, I welcome you to try. I haven’t consumed a human soul in quite some time. Please, deliver yourself to me, so I can stop wasting my time with such a useless Warlock.”
“If I’m so useless, then why do you still grant me your power?”
“Because, unlike your kind, a Demon is bound by our contracts. You haven’t done anything to breach it. Yet,” Her words growing more aggravated.
“If I am such a disappoint me, then why do you care if the man who is trying to help Isabelle is a cop or not.”
“Because if you get caught by a cop, your powers go to waste. If you are going to get caught, I’d rather it be someone who will kill you. No need holding on to a contract with someone one who can’t even kill in my name.”
Victor closes the link with her in his mind and goes to the kitchen. Going straight for the fridge, he hears Rosa clear her throat. Turning to face her, trying his best to not show his anger, but he has nothing to worry about.
Dressed in nothing but a flowery robe and dressed is used loosely, she sits at the dining room table with a beer open for him. The beer isn’t the only thing open for him as well. She sits with her legs apart to let him know that she’s been waiting on him to get home. She grabs her own beer and drinks it slowly, watching him hunger over her.
He walks over to the table, grabs his beer, and downs it in one gulp. When their eyes meet again, she sets her bottle down and rubs her hand down her thigh.
“As your wife, my duties are to make sure that you are tended to. Which head shall I tend to first, my love?” Rosa says. It’s not like Victor needed to be reminded of why he was in love with her, but this moment was a pretty good one.
“Let’s start from the bottom and work our way up,” Victor says. Rosa gets up, hands him another beer, and takes a sip of hers. Victor reaches for his fly, but Rosa beats him to it. Her nimble hands quickly free his passion and just as quickly gets to work. They have been married for nearly six years, and she has always been ‘thankful’ to him. But every time she relaxes him, he can’t help but brace himself.
Her skills in all things passion has always surprised him. Every woman that he’s ever been with, their sex life would die down after a while. Days, weeks, and on the scarcely, months of sex before either of them would want to slow down a bit – Not Rosa. She was just as desirable as the first day they meet, and the sex was just as good. Victor grips down on the table and thinks, just maybe, it might even be better.
For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why this was. It couldn’t be the magic, He hasn’t even had a chance to reapply tonight, yet she was quenching her thirst for him. He had made sure that she was Human, or maybe he didn’t. The truth was, he didn’t really want to know. Why question happiness?
If happiness wasn’t having the love of your life serves you in the kitchen while drinking a beer, Victor didn’t know what happiness was.

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“Be careful, my child. You don’t want to take too much.” Walpurga whispers in Rosa’s mind, but she was way ahead of her. She has been feeding off of Victor for years. She knew exactly how much to take. While his sexual energy was through the roof, he did have his limits. If Rosa was going to pull off the spells that she needed to get him out of the trouble he’d been in, she would need a lot more of him. Quite possibly, she may have to pull some from her old prey.
She will cross that road when she gets there. Rosa grips Victor’s waist as she feels him succumb to her skills.
“If you take power from his seed, you will take too much!” Walpurga scolds.
“That’s what the potions are for.” She returns, preparing for his orgasm. Walpurga searches the banks of Rosa’s memories and sees that she spiked the beers she’s been feeding Victor.
“You may be my best Warlock yet,” Walpurga says. Rosa tries to acknowledge her patron, but she needs to focus. Victor’s burst of satisfaction fills Rosa with power, so much so that she can’t stop draining him as he rides the waves of pleasure.
“More, dear,” she says, licking her lips and massaging his member. Victor conjures his powers to stiffen up, and Rosa can’t help but smile. Victor picks her up, and once inside her, it takes all her concentration, not to get lost in the pleasure of him, but to use her body to absorb more of the Demon soul inside of him. She’s nearly got all of it over the last couple of days, but there was just a little bit more.
They do their nightly ritual dance of moving down the hallway and into the room. Though they usually have sex in a more animalistic nature, Rosa gets Victor on his back and rides him passionately. Her crevice snuggly hugs his sex, her tongue locked with his, and her body fully enveloped by his embraces. This is what she needed to maximize her draining.
Every so often, she dropped her spell and just enjoyed the feel of him pleasing her on all levels. That and so that he wouldn’t get too suspicious. She did love him. She had to. The more she cared, the more powerful the magic, but there was a small part of her that just loved him.
She couldn’t let herself fall entirely, no matter how much she wanted to, and every day, he made that a little harder for her. In the end, she knew that the more she fell for him, the harder it would be. She knew that she would be the death of him, one way or another, and it seemed that the day for that was coming much sooner than she expected.
“Te amo, mi amor,” Victor says in between passionate kissing.
“Te amo tambien,” Rosa returns, moaning to hide a tear.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

The Demon in his heart part 4

“You are a worthy advisory,” Borjas says, twirling a pen around his fingers. The thought of throwing it at one of the four suspects who could be getting away with murder has crossed his mind four times. He knew doing that would only hurt his cause. He was not only familiar with police brutality charges but somewhat of an MVP at the department for that.
“It helps when the ancestors are on my side,” Luke says, his white eyes fading back to his natural eyes. Borjas had never had the pleasure of dealing with a lawyer that could use spirit magic until now. He hoped that Salib could counter it, but he proved more of a match than either of them could have imagined.
“Yeah, I imagined that could help a lot. I normally have my own access to the spirit realm, but this time it’s pulling up blanks.” Borjas says, cutting eyes to Salib.
“His link to his ancestors is powerful. They must have all been lawyers.”
“Indeed they were.” Luke smiles. Lucas laughs, but it’s cut short when Borjas throws the pen right by his head.
“Whoops, it just slipped out of my hand,” Borjas gives his famous grin.
“That could be a charge of assault on my client, Detective.”
“What makes you say that? Lucas here wasn’t hurt, and it was clearly an accident.”
“Your own cameras have you taped throwing it at my client.”
“You mean the client that hasn’t paid three years’ worth of taxes? Has undocumented workers? Oh, you mean the guy who runs and operates the biggest racist and hate group in west Los Mitichas. I’m sorry, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you how much time that could get a person. Your ancestors have probably already ran the numbers on that.”
“Detective,” Luke clears his throat. “He isn’t being brought up on charges for any of those crimes, and you have no proof of any of those.”
“Welcome to Humans Understanding Mastery Above Non-Humans. Here at H.U.M.A.N, we believe that it is our duty to show the world the favorite race of the Gods. Yada, yada, yada. Oh look, The founder and admin of the group, Lucas Mendez. That couldn’t be you, Mr. Mendez? You would never be so foolish as to put your name on a Hate group’s website, knowing that hate groups are illegal in all of the Heartland’s territories.” Salib says, reading off of her phone.
“They are not a Hate group. They are a private organization that gathers like-minded people together to talk about their views, as is protected by their constitutional right.” Luke rebuts.
“Well, if I’m looking at this right, this ‘private organization’ uploaded a video of assault and battery of the victim last night.” Salib shows a video of the men taunting and bullying a Demon in an alley.”
“There is nothing that indicates that these are my clients.” Luke’s voice is waning. He can’t believe that they would do something so stupid.
“Damn it, Albert, put that phone away. Marcus, take that from him.” One of the men says on the video.
“Don’t fucking touch me, pendejo. Lucas, Don’t ever tell this marica to take my phone. Oye Cabron, come take it if you want it.” The men continue to argue on the video for another five minutes. Borjas starts twirling another pen as the video plays.
“That won’t hold up in court. It’s too dark to identify any of my clients, and still, it doesn’t show any of the murder the victim.”
“Maybe not, but it’s enough to keep them in custody, and if you look closely,” Borjas mocking beckons them closer. Pointing with his pen. “You can see the knife is on Mr. Lucas’s belt right there. It won’t take much to link these cute matching knives to identify these idiotas to the crime.”
“Those knives are cheap and very common. I think I may even have one in my tool kit. Are you going to arrest me too?” Luke’s voice is losing confidence the more Salib digs.
“No, don’t think I will. But your knife has never been at the scene of a murder investigation either. Well, any that we know of.”
“All of this is just circumstantial. You can hold them for questioning,”
“I intend to,” Borjas cuts him off.
“But you can not have them tried for murder. No murder weapon, no murder case. It’s as simple as that, Detectives.”
“Come on, Luke, you know as well as I do that it’s only a matter of time before we find the knife. Give me one of them, and the rest can go. There is no reason for all of them to go down. It’s clear that one of them acted alone. So we can get a slap on the wrist for the other three, but one of these guys is going to have to go down.”
“Again, Detectives, if you don’t have a murder weapon, then you don’t have a murder case.”
“Come on, boys, are you really going to let this guy let all of you go down for a crime you didn’t commit?” Borjas starts to persuade the suspects. They look among themselves as they think about their options. Then there is a knock at the door. Officer Chevalier walks in with an evidence bag, and Borjas and Salib can barely contain their excitement. Placed in front of them is a bag with a bloody knife. Lucas’s bloody knife.
“Has it been swept for prints?” Salib says, nearing a squeal.
“It’s a positive match for Mr. Lucas’s prints and the blood of the victim.”
Borjas slaps the table letting out his feeling of being overjoyed.
“Looks like we have a murder case.” He says, grinning.

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“Have a good night.” The night shift clerk says to Victor, but all he hears is ‘get the fuck you of here.’
“You too,” Victor returns pleasantly, happy to be as far away from her as he can. If only he liked all his coworkers the way he likes Emma.
Tapping the clock-out button and watching the green checkmark confirm his dismissal of this horrid place, he zips up his hoodie and walks out the door. Even as a native to Los Mitichas, Victor could not understand the massive mood swings of the weather. Last night was freezing, but tonight had to be at least thirty degrees Celsius. Finding that his hoodie would be too much, he strips it off and tosses it over his shoulder.
Enjoying the warm weather, he finds his feet want to take him to treat himself for another day of being a good father and husband. Following the sound of folk music and country, Victor finds himself Ole Bard’s Retreat. Back at the bar, rather. Last night, he enjoyed the show and needed to treat himself for masterfully eliminating his competition and getting closer to the money he needed for vampire dust and a musgravite dagger.
The dagger he has isn’t powerful enough to clear all the impurities out of Isabelle, So an upgrade is due. A dagger like that costs upwards of fourth thousand. He needed to close that gap quickly. Luckily, people would pay well for his dagger collection. Victor no longer needed his crystal, opal, or blue diamond one after a musgravite dagger.
He would need to be careful. With the rarity of musgravite, it was monitored very closely by the magic council. Not that he would have trouble obtaining it or worry about explaining such a purchase. Other magic users could see that, and with a weapon that powerful, there would be plenty that would want to get their hands on it.
Good music and the smell of bar food pushed Victor’s worries away for now. Getting few greetings from some of the regulars, Victor tips his hat and heads to the bar. His grin would be suspicious had he not been in a bar, but seeing the latest news that Lucas would be taking the fall soon, he couldn’t help himself. He orders his two rounds of tequila and enjoys the show.
“Too bad that Lucas is going to get pinned with this.” The Bartender says, setting down the two shots for Victor. Victor makes quick work of the first shot to hide his smile. When he slams the shot glass down, his face is a little more trained.
“We all told those boys to cool it. You can’t help everyone, though,” Victor says.
“But everyone in here knows those boys didn’t do it. Hell, Lucas can’t even kill a deer, let alone a Demon.”
“But it’s all about appearances. And those boys are making themselves look pretty bad right now.”
“Callate! Don’t act like you feel sorry for those boys. You’ll pick up their business in no time, and you guys were never friends.”
“Calmete mi amigo. We may not have been friends, but I don’t want to see one of us go down. Pretty soon, we may all be labeled as racist. That’s bad for business for all of us.” A lie Victor had planned since last night. He knew this would come up.
“You say that, but those boys going down could be nothing less but a Godsend for you.”
“Sure it is. I’m not going to lie and say it isn’t. But rivals or not, I wouldn’t wish this on them.”
“Whatever, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you set them up.”
“Me? The person who practices Demon magic is going to kill those I draw power from?”
“You know what they say about that dark magic. It corrupts people.” Victor was getting the feeling that being here is a bad idea.
“I just came here to have a drink after work like the rest of us,” Victor takes his second shot and tosses cash on the counter. “But I see that I need to get home.” Victor spins in his barstool and walks out.
“Yeah, get back to your whore and that bastard. I’m sure they are the only ones who will believe your lies.” Victor stops dead and feels as his magic rushes to his brain, and he unleashes a little of his power. He turns and faces the Bartender showing his black eyes as a warning. “Go on, show us who the real demon is,” The Bartender says. Victor realizes that this is not the time or place to lose his temper.
“No one talks about my family, Cabron,” Victor says, then spits on the floor. “Take up for those raciest and keep calling me the bad guy. But none of you are half the man I am.” Victor turns towards the door and storms out. He nearly hits a gentleman on the way out.
“Sorry, sir, I didn’t see you there,” Victor says, checking to make sure the man is okay.
“Nah, not a problem. I’ve had worse done by people I know.” There is a light chuckle. “Seems like your a real hoot in there.”
“Ah, you heard that. I’m usually more composed than that. They just make me so mad.” Victor finds himself oddly familiar with the gentleman.
“Sounds like you could use a cigarette and an ear.” The gentleman says, with a generous offer of premium rolled tobacco.
“That sounds nice,” Victor says, striking up a conversation with the green-eyed stranger.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

The Demon in his heart part 3

Borjas smiles at his phone as he taps a few commands and watches the animation of his armies invade a small country nearby. His unsuspecting victim would get a notification in about thirty minutes that their base has been completely destroyed, and with no guildmates nearby, there was no way they would get reinforcements in time. Sure, they were in a guild, and they could send for them, but Borjas was the leader of his own guild, and all of his allies were nearby. This was a war they couldn’t win, and he was hoping they didn’t know that. He could use the XP.
He puts his phone away once Salib shows up, and he has a whole new reason to smile. She was holding the evidence bags of the four idiots. He had to give it to them, though. They were loyal, but who buys matching knives with their friends? Especially if you’re going to be racist bastards that your whole neighborhood knows. Borjas is ecstatic that Salib has the same smile he does.
“You look awfully happy,” Borjas says with more of a question inflection.
“I’m having a good day. I’m two bosses ahead of you in Roads of Heroes, The cafe line wasn’t long at lunch today, and I’m getting better at interrogations without my magic.”
“Two whole bosses, huh? Wow, someone’s been putting in work.”
“Yes, I’m finally better than you at something none magical.” Borjas gives her a little applause, which she excitedly takes a bow to.
“Well, let’s see if you finally can beat me at interrogations.”
“Pretty soon, I won’t need you for anything.” Salib giggles.
“Yeah, and you can let your parents marry you off,” Borjas says, leading the way. Her laughter stops.
“It wasn’t funny the first time you said it, it’s not funny now, and it will never be funny.” She says, pinching his arm.
“Cool it, Kiddo, I wouldn’t dare let them do that to you. But watching you squirm a bit at another one of those match-makings might make for some light entertainment.” Salib’s blood is boiling, and she starts to cast a small spell. Before Borjas notices it, she turns one of his shoes into stone. “Really? I thought we were a little more mature than that?”
“You thought wrong,” Salib says, Walking into the interrogation room. This time all four of the suspects are around the table and their lawyer present. He stands to great Salib.
“Nice to meet you, Detective Salib. I’m Nkululeko Mandela. Please just call me Luke.” The well-dressed Elvish Lawyer said.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Luke. Blessing of the Dragons be upon you.” Salib says with a slight nod in her mother tongue.
“Ancestors grant you blessings,” Luke replies to her in his. Borjas comes in and straightens out his suit. Salib is surprised to see her spell undone, but when she notices a small container in his coat pocket, she remembers he keeps dispell spray on him. Damn him for being resourceful.
“Hello Detective Borjas, I’m…”
“Nkululeko Mandela, upcoming defense attorney fresh from Elyswhyre. Rumor has it, you were top ten of your class and were well sought after in Galvornia, The Underdark, and the Southern Coast. Glad you came to Los Mitichas. Hey, is that other rumor about you true?”
“Other Rumor?” Luke asks
“Yeah, the one about you taking to city life extremely well. The women of the city in particular.” Borjas gives a sly grin.
“I may have indulged in a few ‘freedoms’ afforded to me that would be looked down upon by my ancestors,” Luke says bashfully. “My colleagues told me to watch out for you, and now I see why. You are very well informed.”
“It doesn’t take much work to know that a rich, handsome lawyer would be very popular in Los Mitichas. I mean, you even got Mal over here ogling over you.” Borjas doges an attempt at a punch in the ribs.
“I am not,” Salib says, only now noticing she’s doing it. She did find his blue-gray eyes enchanting. He is clean-shaved, well-kept hands and a body that said he was in shape but not some meathead. All of this added to his professional demeanor, but Salib didn’t want to be too obvious. Besides, cops and lawyers rarely got along.
“Sure, let’s get this little meeting over with so we can lock one of these boys up, and you can give him your number.”
“Salib goes to cast another spell, but a small flash of orange from Borjas reminds her that he holds the cards for now. Everyone takes their seats, and Salib places the evidence bags on the table.
“So we have three matching knives and four suspects. With that math, we have four people going to jail, but if you cooperate, that can be knocked down to one and a shorter sentence.” Salib starts off strong, and Borjas is impressed.
“One of my clients missing a knife means nothing, detective. Theft is one of the most common crimes in Los Mitichas due to its big immigration problem. And as I’m sure you know already, pickpocketing is on the rise as well. The hottest spot for this is, of course, public places, and with them being in a bar on a Saturday, it’s likely.”
“Likely, but not proven. Besides, a pickpocket targeted just one of them and only took their knife? A five-year-old could see the problem in that.” Salib comes back swinging.
“There is a lot of Human hate building in the recent years, days really. Seeing this altercation was the perfect opportunity to frame my clients. Any person who knows the math, you know, knows that they only needed to frame one. They well know people in the community. They know that if one goes down, they will stick together.” Salib finds herself more impressed with Luke. More than she should be. Borjas notices that she is still processing a comeback and doesn’t want Luke to know.
“Yes, they are well known, but what are they known for? They aren’t exactly quiet about their hate of Demons.” Borjas says, looking at his watch.
“Yes, but everyone knows that they are harmless. Even says so in your report with the BarTender.” Borjas was starting to be impressed as well. He wanted a turn doing the talking. “Salib, you may want to get your phone. We’re going to be here a while.”
“What do you mean?” Salib says and feels a slight vibration. When she sees the notification, she turns to Borjas in disgust, but Borjas was already negotiating with Luke.

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“That will be twenty-three seventy-four,” Victor says, rounding up all the binging snacks for the customer who was undoubtedly a stoner. Taking the card payment, Victor hands him the bag of salt, fat, and various flavored potatoes and snacks with enough sugar to put down an ogre. The customer pulled their skull cap to the back of their head and headed out without saying a word. So much for manners.
Victor refocuses on the TV, still covering the murder from last night. Looks like Lucas was going to take the fall for it. They’ll find his knife behind the dumpsters soon enough. And with only his prints on it, I don’t think he has much hope of getting out of it.
With Lucas out of the picture, these idiotas will need to find another man or back off of business for a while. Instead of all of them learning all the warding spells, they divided the work and shared the load. With Lucas out of the picture, there is a hole in their business. They could no longer ward off rodents.
Every year around this time, rodents ran rampant. All the festivals and feasts attracted all kinds of pests. Rodents are coming out now that the cold weather is gone, which was the best time to be in the business. Lucas and his friends have been giving a bit of competition to Victor’s company. Still, when they created an opportunity like that, Victor couldn’t help but seize it.
Soon Victor would have enough money to buy the reagents he needed to perform the ritual on Isabelle. After that, maybe Lucas’s friends will have found another fourth, or if Victor was lucky, he could keep the benefits of the extra business. Perhaps even hire them on and take their clientele.
Victor smiles at the idea. No longer would he need to work the extra hours. Maybe for once, he could relax and stop working so hard. He could definitely go back to just running his business and stop with the side job. Not that he didn’t mind some of his coworkers.
He watches as Emma and her friends walk into the store.
“Sup Vic.” Emma and all her friends greet him.
“Most people can’t get far enough away from work, yet you come back to work after getting off.”
“Oh shut up, you love us. Besides, Emma is being stingy with her allowance.”
“Bitch, what allowance? Why do you think I work here? My parents make me buy everything.” Emma laments, grabbing a large cup and heading to the Freeze-E section.
“What about your car?” Victor adds.
“And your phone.” One of her friends.
“And your sixty-five inch TV,” another friend chimes.
“Or…,” another of the group starts but sees her death stare and just picks up a couple of packs of jerky.
“You know I like to tease you E, I know you pay your way. You have a discount for a reason, right?” Victor cracks his famous smile, but Emma isn’t having it.
“Since you are down for the cause of helping broke teenage suffering, you can pay for my drink at least.”
“Amiga, the last woman I bought a drink for, I had to marry. I think I’ll pass.” Victor laughs and catches Emma trying to hide her grin.
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that this time. So you can front the bill on this one. Mio Amico.” She says, taking a sip of a combination so wild, even she doesn’t know what’s all in it.
“Just the drink. I have a wife and kid to take care of.”
“And a coworker who’s the little sister you wish you had.”
“I have a little sister Amiga.”
“I know. And you still like me better.” Victor smiles because she wasn’t entirely wrong.
“Hermanita, not in front of your friends,” Victor says, taking all of their items and ringing them up, except for the Freeze-E.
“Claro, Hermano.” She says with a cheery grin and takes another sip.
Shortly after, Emma and all her friends were back to talking about boys and parties, or whatever the kids were talking about these days. Victor was watching the news and celebrating quietly.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

The Demon in his heart part 2

Salib stares over at Marcus, one of the suspects, with a look she’s practiced all of her life. Pure boredom of the meaningless task that she’s performing. The other three suspects had given her nothing, as they had practiced the age-old tradition of no snitching. Their lips had been so tight that she was reminded of Baba when she wanted a new dress.
Though her look shows pure irritation, she had the exact opposite feeling. Because if there is anything she’s learned from Ralph, it is to spot a weak link. And by the Dragon’s mercy, Marcus is a link made of cotton.
Honestly, Salib has always hated that Ralph could perform this task better than her. Her Spirit Magic gave her the ability to see a person’s spiritual essence, which should have given her an edge. A person’s spiritual essence is tied to their vitals. The academy taught her to read a person’s vitals to predict truth and emotions. That training had nothing on Rogue training and Borjas’ experience, apparently.
“I’m not talking until my lawyer gets here,” Marcus says, looking at the door. Hint one that he was the weak link. Well, as Salib saw it, hint two as well. She had said nothing to him. Yet, he made a point to protest. “You hear me?” He says, giving a quick glance, then down at his hands, cuffed to the table.
Salib still gives him a blank stare, tapping her fingers on the table. Tap, tap, tap. He watches as she raps her fingers over and over again. He clears his throat and finally makes eye contact with Salib.
“I’m not going to answer your questions, no matter what you say to me!” He shouts, then looks away again.
“Okay,” Salib says, then pulls out her phone and starts up a game.
“Fine, as long as you know.” He says nervously.
“For someone who isn’t going to talk, you’re quite the chatterbox,” Salib says dryly. A smile wraps around her face when the tune of the app sings out.
“I am not,” He slams his fist on the table.
“Then what do you call the thing you’re doing. Oh, Dragon’s fury! You made me select the wrong spell. Now I just healed the boss. Will you be quiet!” Salib says, turning away from and watching the screen scenes of the game’s animations.
Though her fingers slipped talking, she was doing well in her game. She gives a series of grunts and sounds of frustration until finally a high pitch squeal. “Yes! Take that Ralph, I am now two bosses ahead of you,” She says, placing her phone on the table and sporting a sizable grin. “Okay, are you ready to go to your cell with your friends?”
“Yes.” He says with a node.
“So, you ratted out Lucas. He was always the strongest, after all. You couldn’t take him getting away with taking the woman you love just to toss her to the side. And with your ridiculous guy code, you couldn’t talk to her because that would ruin a lifelong friendship.”
“What, I would never do that.” Marcus foolishly protests.
“I think you just did.” Salib’s grin widens.
“No, no. I don’t even think about Clara… How do you know about that?” His face twist in confusion, only to be awe-struck by her phone.
“You and you’re friends don’t seem to know the importance of making your social media private, just in case you are ever arrested. That and Lucas hates you. Lucas admitted that he only took Clara because he thought you would stop being friends with him, but when you just tucked your tail and followed along, he figured you were perfect as a whipping boy.”
“That’s a damn lie!” He pounds his fist again. “Lucas is my friend. If I am just a whipping boy, then why would he help me move.”
“To keep tabs on you.”
“Why would he help me get a job.”
“To hold it over you.”
“Why would he throw me parties and treat me like his brother.”
“To keep you close and use your contacts. You are, after all, from a very well-connected family. All of you are bad at keeping your secrets off of social media.” Salib fights to keep her smile going. She hates how much she’s learned from Ralph. At least she didn’t have to tell him about this.
“You’re just trying to trick me!” He sits back down, staring at the wall.
“I wouldn’t say trying. You’re rather easy, not nearly as much trouble as Lucas was.”
“There is no way you got Lucas to talk.” Salib holds back a burst of laughter at how easy it is to keep him talking.
“So sure, are you? Like you were sure about Clara?”
“That was different. Lucas would never talk. He’s too tough.”
“Tough Enough to kill a Demon? My, my, no wonder Clara found him more appealing. He’s more manly than you.”
“None of us killed that Demon! He was alive and well when we left him.”
“Are you sure? I mean, if you did do it, then you would just say that you didn’t anyway.”
“I swear. We just rouged him up a bit. We didn’t even use our knives.”
“You’re knives?”
“Yeah, we all have matching knives. We got them all together, a sign of our friendship.” Salib sends a text to Borjas.
“So after you assaulted the Demon, you didn’t leave each other’s sight?”
“No, we were together the whole time.”
“No one left to go to the bathroom or grab another drink,” Salib questions.
“I mean, well yeah, but …,” he stammers, and Salib smiles at the message that springs up on her phone.
“So why did we only take three knives into evidence?” Salib says, sliding her phone over to Marcus. And it was only then that he used his right to remain silent.

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There is a moan and a smile on the lips of Rosa as she and Victor share one last kiss before he leaves for work. Her flirty giggle hushed in the early morning breeze, careful not to do anything to wake Isabelle.
“Have a good day at work,” Rosa whispers, pulling her robe tighter to protect her from wondering eyes and the elements.
“You too, Mi Amor,” Victor says, his eyes returning from their black color after he put one last spell in his kiss. The flash of black in Rosa’s eyes confirms the spell is successful. Thanks to his magic, her day will be filled with longing for him. Everything is just as they like it. Zipping up his hoodie, Victor turns and faces the day, with the love of a woman in his heart and a mission in mind.
Luckily he only had to work his side job on the weekends. It wasn’t a far walk, and it always did him good to listen to a bit of music and think on his brisk walk. Human Banda music plays and takes him back to a time long past in the lore of humans as they sing of valor, honor, love, and drinking.
He does a little dance as he walks and is thankful for his short shifts days. The other days when both were required wore on his body and soul, but on weekends it a couple of hours, then he was back to his girls. Not to mention the power pulsating through his veins gave him a considerable boost of energy. He smiles from the full filling it provides.
He was happy to find that the rumors he heard were true. Demon souls had more power in them, which made sense. They used to be the elite units of the Dragons. They were bound to be a little more potent than an ordinary mortal. Victor was sure that if he could get his hands on an actual skilled Demon, the power would be enough to complete his goal.
Salvation for Isabelle was within his grasp. With just a little more power, he could unlock the tome of his master and use the rituals that will cure Isabelle. Then he would be a little more at ease, knowing that he has once again risen to meet the challenge of being a father and provider to his girls.
The only part of the plan that Victor hated was lying to Rosa. No, not a lie, a different interpretation of the truth. Isabelle did need an operation, just not surgery. They did need money to afford it, just for artifacts and the occasional soul. So it wasn’t like it was a complete lie.
Rosa has known from the beginning of their relationship that he sometimes leave her in the dark. For her safety. She had accepted that when he first met her and cured Isabelle the first time.
She was so tiny and so frail. She needed help, and no one would give it to her.
Doctors couldn’t do anything because it was a magical illness. They were useless anyway. Magic nearly made them obsolete. Clerics wouldn’t do anything because it went against the will of the Gods. The dead guys, who were little more than mist most of the time. Bah. Shamans wouldn’t touch her for fear of upsetting the natural order of things. But Victor had no qualms about distorting balance to right a wrong. The universe always puts itself back into balance. Those idiots know that. So why make a child suffer? Because some other person might be harmed?
Is easing the suffering of a child less important than the life of a criminal? The con man that worked on Victor’s car didn’t think so, but the smiling face of Isabelle told him he made the right decision. Sure, the Demon didn’t do anything wrong, but he was doomed to live a horrible life anyway.
Broken and left for dead in an alley behind a bar, Victor had done him a favor. Going to the police wouldn’t have worked for him. He was just a Demon. No one would take his word over four well-known humans in a Human capital city. He would just be subjected to more torture and cruelty at the hands of Humans. Better to end it while he was unconscious.
Victor walks into the small gas station and waves to his coworker Emma. The daughter of a well-off Angel family who wanted to instill work ethics in her. They took fairly well.
“About time you showed up. I’m sick of listening to the news. At least you can provide some type of distraction,” Emma says, putting her phone away and stretching.
“Would it really kill you to learn about what’s going on around you, Em?”
“Pft! I get all the news I need from social media. Besides, there’s only so many times you can hear about the same murdered Demon and give a shit.” she huffs.
“What? A Demon was murdered?” Victor plays along. Em just rolls her eyes and points him to the TV.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

The Demon in his Heart part 1

“You know, when I said you should take me out more, this is not what I had in mind,” Salib says, taking the last sip of her latte and rolling her eyes.
“Well, It’s not like I enjoy taking my kid sister to a bar. Especially not dressed like that.” Borjas tosses out and unbuckles his seat belt. Salib gives him her best fake laugh and follows his lead.
Borjas shakes the numbness from his hands and envies Salib’s fire dragon blood. He rubs his hands for a brief second, trying to catch some heat, then walks over to the line of humans cuffed and sitting on the wall outside of the bar.
“You boys just hang out here.” Borjas snickers.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Salib says, pushing him in the bar.
This was one of the better bars downtown that catered to the rougher crowd. Plenty of pool tables, a nice size dance floor, and a Full restaurant were among the reasons it was so popular. This was definitely not the first time Borjas had been here at El Corazon Salvaje.
The Bartender looked about as frustrated as he could get—one of his busiest nights ruined due to the slight inconvenience of a murder investigation. Borjas could tell that he’d been through a lot. His posture and tone gave away that he’d been at this for a couple of hours. It is to be expected. Beat cops had no idea that it was bad for business to question a witness for so long. They asked and until they got an answer. But it didn’t do any good to drill a bartender in a downtown bar on the weekend. They have enough trouble keeping up with their live patrons to be concerned with the dead ones. Borjas takes this opportunity to relieve the Bartender.
“Take a hike. I’ll take it from here,” Borjas says, tapping the beat cop on the shoulder. The Beat Cop just nods then walks towards the exit.
“For the love of the Gods, now I have to start all the way over.” The Bartender says, grabbing a glass of scotch and taking a swig.
“A Demon walks into a bar, gets the wrong kind of attention. Instead of leaving, he presses his luck and gets into it with several humans that still hold a grudge against Demons. They take him out back, and things go a little too far, and there you have a murder on your hands.” Borjas says, pointing towards the tequila. The Bartender pours him a shot and slides it to him.
“If you know all of that, then why do you need to question me?” He says, looking confused and losing even more of his stock of scotch.
“Because if I didn’t take over, you’d still be answering questions. I know how it is. I’ve worked my fair share of bars, all sides. You can’t make out every single person and every single event. Not with a bar this size.”
“Where have you been all night? Me and my sanity could have used you about an hour ago.”
“Had to pick up my partner. Picked up some tacos on the way.” Borjas pats his stomach.
“So you were called on a murder scene, and you decided to grab dinner first?”
“What good would it do me to come hungry? Especially when it’s your favorite taco truck.” Borjas said waving to Salib.
“Now why would you say that if…,” The Bartender stops when he sees the little white bag with the chicken logo. “May the spirit of the Gods bless you!” He says, graciously taking the paper sack. “You even got me three pollo tacos with the sauce on the side. How’d you know?”
“I’m a rogue. We have our ways.”
“I used my astral sense to talk to the spirits around the truck. They see you there every day.” Salib says, going back to looking over the evidence.
“I have my ways,” Borjas laughs. The Bartender isn’t one to fuss and starts on his first taco.
“Now that I think about it, I do remember those boys giving that Demon a hard time,” he takes a healthy bite and does the work of chewing. His eyes have a bit of joy in them. “I remember telling them to leave him alone or take it outside. Despite what they look like, they’re good guys. A bit rowdy and a bit racist, but good boys.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a racist and good guy in the same sentence before.”
“Well, they lost some of their folks to the Demon War, so I guess hostile to Demons would be a little more accurate. But I swear, those boys don’t have what it takes to kill anyone. They didn’t even go to war. They wussed out and came up with medical reasons why they couldn’t go fight.”
“But they can jump a Demon?”
“I mean, yea. Four of them, one of him, and he’s a civilian. That’s like bullying 101.” The Bartender says, in between sucking his fingers.
“Very true. No chance they took it too far by accident?”
“Nah, they get squeamish at the sight of blood. Carlos once cried when he cut his lip on a beer top.”
“To be fair, that’s not a good place to get cut.” Borjas stifles a laugh.
“Agreed, but I have plenty of patrons that come in here tougher than those boys. Some of them civilian women.”
“Hey, watch it with that kind of talk, Pal. I know some women stronger than most guys.”
“Yeah, like Xiao, but I’m talking normal nine to fivers.”
“I get your point. So how do you think we ended up with a dead Demon in your bar?”
“I have the faintest clue. But those boys didn’t do it. They don’t have it in them,” The Bartender said, sucking down the last taco.
“Well, that’s good to know. That in a bar full of people, the only four we have collars on, aren’t the ones who did the crime.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be more help, detective.” He says, passing down another shot of tequila. Borjas takes the shot and gives a salute.
“Don’t worry, if you were more helpful, then my job wouldn’t be as fun.”
Borjas walks across the bar to Salib, and when she gives that face of hers that’s full of frustration, he knows it can’t be good.
“It’s like these people never heard of crime scene protocol. This whole thing is so contaminated I don’t know where to begin.” She says, waving him over to her and taking him out back to the alley. Only due to them being veterans can they stand with such stench and not have to hold their noses. It’s more impressive that Salib can do it with her heightened senses.
A concoction of liquids, from alcohol to human waste, mix in the alley with the blood and the victim. The cold weather is finally working in their favor. But it can do little to help them construct what went down in the alley with all the cigarette buts, broken glass, and other disposables common to the back alleys of bars.
“Well, Mal, this is your thing. Maybe his spirit has some more details.” Borjas says, lighting up a cigarette.
“That’s what’s making me so angry. His spirit’s gone. Whoever did this either passed him along or worse.” For the first time tonight, Detective Borjas felt the frustration everyone else was feeling.
“For fucks sake.”

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“Papi!” Isabelle screams, flying from her bed in the arms of Victor.
“Mija, what are you doing up? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Victor says, smiling from ear to ear.
“When does that little girl does anything she’s supposed to? You made her this way.” Rosa says, tugging at the belt on her robe. That was their secret code so that Isabelle didn’t know what Mama and Papi were planning.
“Mija, are you going to answer my question?”
“I was waiting on you, Papi.” Her face is as innocent as the day they brought her home.
“I’ve told you, Mija. You can’t wait on Papi to come home from work every day. You need your rest to be a big strong woman someday.”
“But I need goodnight kisses?” Her voice melts him, but he doesn’t show it.
“Okay, one kiss, then off to bed.”
“Five.”
“Two.”
“Three and a half.”
“How does one do a half a kiss?” Victor says, confused.
“Like this!” She exclaims and kisses his cheek on alternating sides, then touches his nose with hers.
“Got it. Now off to bed.”
“But I didn’t get kisses.”
“You just did.”
“No, I showed you how to give kisses.”
“Mija.” His dad voice coming out.
“Bale, just one more?”
“Just one.” He gives her a final kiss.
“No hugs,” she says, pulling him in.
“Mija.” She giggles then pull tighter. He tickles her to get her off of him, then tucks her into bed. After a few more negotiations, he gives her two more kisses and another hug. He fusses that she got the five she asked for. But then she just smiles and grabs her stuffed otter.
They say their goodnights, then he and Rosa close her door. Taking a big sigh, they know that it’s a possibility that she could wake up again in the middle of the night, but that should give them enough time to tend to their needs. Victor picks Rosa up and begins kissing her on the way to their bedroom. She helps him strip off the work shirt and hat from the gas station he worked for a little extra cash.
Heavy with desire and not stopping for air, They make no stops to get to the bedroom. They have practiced this so many times that Rosa even knows where her hand goes to open the door, and he knows just how to close it back without slamming it.
Victor tosses her to the bed and unbuckles his belt, all the while watching her slowly reveal the sun-tanned beauty she concealed beneath. Both to their bare essentials, she leans forward and takes his wanting in her hands, and begins to work it back and forth. He bends to her touch and nearly caves to her tongue when it starts to work him.
“Mi Amor. Have I told you how you are the best husband in the world?”
“Si, Mi Corazon.” He breathes huskily.
“Not many men would work themselves the way you do for our family.”
“Tu es mi esposa. I’m supposed to provide for you,” his voice weakens the more of him she takes in her mouth.
“Pero, a lot of men would make their wives work if they needed extra money.” He takes his hand and pulls her hair so that she has no choice but to look at him in the eyes.
“Mi Vida, I promise before todos los dioses, I would love, honor, and protect you. That goes for any children as well. If our daughter needs surgery, then I will provide the money. You just find the doctor. Claro?”
“Claro, Papi.” She smiles at him and shows her need for him in her eyes.
“I can’t hear you?” He says, pulling harder. She moans and speaks a little louder this time. Swearing words of passion. He reaches down and fills her mouth with his tongue and squeezes at her breast until she bites her nails into his side. When they surface for air, she returns her hands to his rode and takes him in again.
Placing his hands on either side of her head, he releases a little of his magic to amplify her desire. The dark magic is absorbed by her skin, and when the magic mixes with her blood, her body only thirsts to satisfy both of their desires.
Many people ran from warlocks, but Rosa, she didn’t mind his powers at all. That’s why he would do anything to protect her and her… their child.
Even if it meant killing a Demon and harnessing his soul for more power.

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Black Widow Woes Finale

Black Widow Woes finale

“So she just turned herself in?” Borjas asks. The beat cop shrugs.
“Yeah, she walked in with a redhead lawyer, but I haven’t seen the lawyer in a while.”
“Thanks,” Borjas says, patting the cop on the back and walking over to Salib.
“Why would she turn herself in now? She could have come down to the station yesterday and saved us all the hassle.”
“Maybe she needed to put some affairs in order,” Salib says, scanning the interrogation room and not finding anyone but Cassandra.
“Maybe she needed to set up a trap.” Borjas returns, doing his own scan. Salib tended to focus too much on magical and not enough on physical.
“Well, as far as astral presence goes, she’s the only one in there. There is, however, a small footprint of Astral energy. Someone’s uses spirit magic recently.”
“What about the Lawyer?”
“I was with you. How would I know.”
“You know, you’re a real dunce sometimes,” Borjas says, taking a look around.
“Dunce? Have you forgotten my magic could change you into a frog?”
“Have you forgotten I’m faster than you?” He gives her a stare. She stares back, almost considering trying. She knows that he’s right, in any case. She wouldn’t be able to get halfway through the spell before he could disrupt her. She twists her face up at him and glances around.
“Well, there are too many people here for me to pinpoint who may be working with her.” Salib finally lets out.
“We’ll just have to take this one nice and easy.” At least she can agree on that.
They walk across the hall to the interrogation room. Borjas tops off his ammo, and Salib does the same with her magic. After a small gesture of ‘I’m ready,’ they enter the room and see Cassandra Roberts sitting at the table with a grande caramel toffee latte from Busy Bean Bistro.
“We have those in the break room now?” Salib’s eyes light up from the sight of the cup, and her mouth curls into a grin from the smell.”
“No, I had my friend drop this off for me. I haven’t the stomach for the coffee you give out.” Cassandra says, taking a sip. Salib feels as if it’s a taunt.
“Cool it, Mal, we’ll get your fix after this,” Borjas plays it cool, not letting on that he was a little excited too by the possibility of having good coffee in the break room for once. They take their seat across from Cassandra, and Borjas lets out a heavy sigh.
“I see they didn’t bother with cuffing you.”
“Come now, detective. We both know that I could have just changed forms and got out of it.”
“Can you? Are the magic dampeners not working?”
“Changing form for a druid doesn’t use magic, kiddo. You would know that if you spent any time studying magic users and less time with those old movies.” Salib slides in.
“If I knew all of that, then when would you be useful?” Salib’s eyes burn with anger. So much so that her Talon powers activate, allowing Borjas to see the flames within her. “Relax, Mal. We have work to do.” Salib listens and turns her gaze on Cassandra, who was completely unaware of the trap they are setting for her.
“So, do you want to go through the whole drill, or can we just go to the confession.”
“Only you have that answer,” Cassandra says, following another sip of coffee.
“Explain,” Borjas says, deceptively playing with his trick pen.
“Was my Mother given a chance? Or did you just see a Drow woman and attack her in her home?”
“Your mother attacked us first. We didn’t even want to fight. Especially after she gave us tea and scones.”
“You’re lying. You just hate Drows and couldn’t wait to rid the world of another one. You murdered Mother.”
“I assure you, it was nothing like that. I could bring the spirit here for you to talk to.”
“I’d rather send you to the spirit realm with her,” Cassandra said, tossing her coffee at Borjas. Using finesse, he dodges it and fires a dart from the trick pen at Cassandra. Before the dart makes it to Cassandra, an arm comes out of the Astral realm and grabs it. It is a tall and lanky Angel woman who is prepping a spell, but they both receive a blast of fire breathe when Salib changes to her dragon form. The skittering of the spider is ear-piercing, but Borjas leaps over the table and pins the Angel woman down. When she tries to cast a spell, a quick elbow to the temple puts an end to that.
Cassandra pounces towards Borjas but finds more fire when Salib releases another breathe attack. Borjas is quick to cuff the Angel and turns to Cassandra now.
“You could have just got off with a couple of counts of murder and worked it off with good behavior, but assault and attempted murder of an officer, not so much.” Borjas frees his firearm and starts taking shots. The bullets bounce off of her exoskeleton, and Borjas isn’t surprised. A spider form that advanced, she had to be a powerful Druid. As Salib prepares another breath attack, she’s webbed this time and falls to the ground. When Cassandra turns back around, Borjas fires four quick finesse shots, two to her eyes and one to each fang.
Those do the trick and cause Cassandra to reel back. Cassandra’s spider form goes into a defensive stance, trying to protect herself. It may have worked, but the fire that Salib started was setting off the sprinklers. Her legs are starting to slip, and giving Borjas gaps just significant enough to hit. With his Finesse aura going strong, he makes every shot, every time she moves.
The constant stream of water was causing the webs to weaken, giving Salib what she needed to tear through the web and rejoin the fight. Seeing Salib and Borjas side by side and the angel woman out, Cassandra leaps once more. One final breath attack from Salib burned the underside of Cassandra, and she reverted to her Drow form, with third-degree burns and gasping for air.
Borjas runs from the room, going to get the medics, and Salib runs to her side. Reverting to her normal form, Salib starts the mending spell and is shocked when Cassandra swats her hands away.

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Damn, they are a great team, Cassandra thinks after refusing the healing spell.
“A Drow never accepts aid. It’s victory or death, I’m afraid.”
“You don’t have to do this.” there is an emotion in her voice. Was it worry? Sympathy? Concern?
“I’ve devoted my life to being a Lawyer. We both know I will go away for a long time.”
“We could work out a deal. You could teach others your craft to lower your sentence. We are in a drought of good spirit magic teachers.” Cassandra couldn’t tell how serious Detective Salib was. But it felt nice that she wanted to save her. But it was too late for that.
“A proper Drow woman doesn’t surrender and scrape by with the mercy of her enemies.”
“This is nonsense!” Detective Salib shouts. “That was the old way, and you don’t have to do that anymore.”
“I’m afraid I do. My ancestors would not forgive me if I didn’t stick to tradition.” Detective Salib’s face grows worrisome.
“So that’s why Mrs. Roberts passed so quickly.” Detective Salib’s face lightens as if she’s coming to terms with something. But Cassandra is becoming more intrigued.
“What?”
“When we arrived on the scene, she fed us then fought for you. She only went down because of how much power she used. And something tells me that a woman of her skill knows how not to overdo it.” Cassandra manages a laugh.
“Yeah, she’s nearly a genius in battle.”
“And when we finally broke through her barrier, she didn’t try to hold out for medical attention. Just said that she was ready to go.” Detective Salib looks over her shoulder. Cassandra uses what little magic she has and looks into the astral realm. Her mother appears beside Detective Salib and is looking down on her.
“I feared it was true, my sweet girl.” Her mother’s voice is more vibrant than in recent years, much like in Cassandra’s childhood.
“Mother. I’m sorry.” Cassandra strains.
“No, I am sorry. I lead you to this life. Though I’m not sure how.”
“You are perfect, Mother. It was that banker!” Cassandra’s rage stables her a little bit.
“Is this what this was all about? Your fath…,” Cassandra cuts her off.
“He is not my father!”
“Sweet girl. It would be best if you didn’t hold anger for him. He did the best he could.”
“He left us. How was that the best?” Cassandra tries to sit up, but Detective Salib has to help her achieve the task.
“He left me, dear. He was always there for you.”
“I wanted nothing from him after he broke your heart.”
“And that was your choice. Never once did he miss any of your events. Never once was he late to any date of importance. Not once did he make me reach into my coffers for any expense of yours. It broke his heart that you would not see him. He never stopped trying to see you.”
“If he would not make our family whole, then what use was he?”
“Did you ever think for one moment that maybe I was the problem?” Cassandra could not find words. “Your father asked of things that I could not do. Things that he as a man should ask, but I am a warrior and could not do. Your Mother is not so perfect after all. Come, we have an eternity to talk. Cassandra allows her spirit to pass and goes into the astral realm to her mother. Embracing her and crying into her shoulder.

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Borjas and Salib hit the top on their beers as hard as possible and watched how far they could go. As usual, Borjas’ landed just a bit further.
“Keep it up. You’re getting there.” He says, tapping his bottle to hers in a toast.
“You’re stronger than me. You should be ashamed I get so close.” She says, toasting him back and taking a sip of her nonalcoholic drink.
“I’ve told you a million times Mal, has little to do with power. It’s a skill.”
“Whatever,” she says, rolling her eyes. Not only does she roll her eyes at his words, but the black and white boredom on the TV.
“Don’t roll your eyes now. I didn’t sigh once at the mall today.” Salib eases into the couch in her new sundress, free of the constraints of her work pants.
“You were perfect, I will say,” her smile pushed back momentarily when she takes a swig. “And you only hit on two of the women there.”
“Hey, they started it. Give me some best friend points. I did let them know I was spending time with you.”
“You did,” she says with an affirming nod. “Don’t think it’s not appreciated.”
“I know it is Mal.”
Borjas laughs after mouthing the next few minutes of the film. He notices that Salib is quiet and without her phone. That could only mean one thing.
“Talk to me, Mal,” Borjas says, putting his arm around her. She leans into his chest and throws her arm around him.
“Two lives were lost yesterday, and for what?”
“The same things that most lives are lost over. Love.”
“But it was so preventable.”
“It’s not always that simple, Mal. People’s lives are complicated.”
“Of course, you would say that. Rogues are used to this.”
“And Shamans are so disconnected with the lives of the average person. You can’t let it get to you, Mal. We don’t know why things happen, but they always turn out well.”
“Even when the Gods went to war? Or the Demons invaded?”
“Even then. That gave way for people to be free for once. It allowed people to finally provide for themselves. And if you haven’t noticed, these times are far less dangerous than the past.”
“Look at you. Far more optimistic than I would think a rogue would be.”
“And you better know it, sister,” Borjas says perfectly in line with the film.
“Okay, enough of this,” Salib says, laughing and grabbing another beer of hers.

Rating: 1 out of 5.
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