Page 29 of Demon's Prey
Kurse rubbed his arm while balancing four cartons of ice cream. “I told you, I’m not interested, so do yourself a favor and piss off.”
Kurse turned back to the ice cream. In his peripheral vision, he could see Jackson removing his jacket and placing it gently on the rack of chips next to him. He then began removing his shirt. Kurse turned back to face him, bewildered.
“You really don’t have an option, demon boy. We don’t take kindly to rejection. You are either with us, or we come for her.”
Kurse dropped the cartons at the mention of Faith. How did they know about her? Having her get hurt was the last thing Kurse wanted. Hearing this asshole threaten her had sent him reeling off into thoughts of extreme violence.
Jackson clenched his fists together, then suddenly, bursts of purple and light pink shot up from beneath his pale skin. His jaw elongated, and wings began sprouting from his spine. He was shifting, but Kurse wasn’t going to let him complete the process.
Kurse leapt forward and grabbed Jackson’s head, feeling like a cantaloupe between his hands. He threw him into the chip rack, knocking down the display in a flurry of plastic shades.
“How dare you threaten my beloved!” Kurse thundered at him, causing a few of the freezer display’s glass to shudder. Kurse took advantage of his disorientation and took his small head once again, running it along the surface of the counter with rough bumps.
When he arrived at the Slurpee machine, Kurse rammed his head beneath it. He knew how painful his first experience of brain freeze was, so now he would make his enemy endure it. He turned the switch on, a wash of raspberry, melon, and orange crush blasting into his mouth.
Jackson screamed in agony while the store owner observed, more confused than horrified. Kurse cringed then mouthed an apology to the man. The man shrugged and continued counting out his cash register.
“STOP! I CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING!” Jackson screeched from beneath the icy waves.
Kurse couldn’t help but to laugh. This was the man they had sent to intimidate him?
“Oh, you’re done now, are you?” Kurse shot the machine off and grabbed him by the few scales that had protruded. Jackson’s yelp was high-pitched and entirely comical.
“Well, I’m not quite finished yet,” Kurse said as he pulled the shifter around in a headlock. Kurse squinted at the clerk and asked for a lottery ticket, handing him the appropriate amount of cash. They exchanged bills while Jackson squealed beneath his armpit.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kurse roared at him. He placed the scratch-off ticket in front of him and pried open Jackson’s mouth. His teeth had begun to sharpen as he was mid-way through his shift and were pointy enough to scratch away at his earnings.
Kurse pushed him by the back of the head onto the counter, moving his head back and forth aggressively. Kurse saw that he had won ten dollars in lottery bingo, then threw Jackson backward in victory.
The clerk smiled as he handed Kurse his winnings. Jackson was panting on the floor below, clutching his head as pain rang through his brain.
“You’ll never get away with this. The humans will never accept you, never!”
Kurse could feel his stomach rumbling, so he decided to stand directly over the man already writhing in pain. He squatted slightly, clenching his ass cheeks. Soon he released a shockingly loud and magnificent fart that made even him want to gag.
He sniffed, waving in front of his face, “Smells like the sulfurs of hell.”
The man below him rolled away, attempting to escape the spellbinding stench. Kurse stood up and returned to his ice cream, bringing it up to the clerk and paying for them properly.
He began to walk away from Jackson, barely hearing him as he bellowed in his direction.
“She’ll never want you the way you want her! Never!”
Kurse continued walking, carrying his purchases, and giggling to himself at what had occurred. He couldn’t believe that this newbie was going to have to report to his superiors that a demon had just let one rip in his face.
But as the shudders of humor deteriorated, he couldn’t help but wonder about the permanence of Faith’s attraction. He had used a spell on her to seduce her, but how much of that would stay? Could she really want to be with a demon beyond the amazing sex?
Kurse waited in the lobby while ice cream began to drip down his fingers, ruminating inside his mind.
16
FAITH
Faith laid on the couch, continuing to bathe in the bliss of her spectacular orgasm. But the sound of the buzzer shattered this bliss. Irritated, she stood up, then pressed the button and spoke into it.
“Faith Rogers here?”
“Faith!”
