Page 36 of Demon's Prey
Kurse stood outside the apartment building, eyes wandering about the city. He could easily return to Jerry’s and get back to Kortanth—get back to working on Iron, fulfilling his intended gift. But he felt he didn’t want to leave just yet.
If he went back to hell, it would definitely be over. Jerry needs a valid reason to go back and forth between realms, and not just for something to do. Kurse is afraid lovesickness would not suffice.
Plus, he knows he’d be even more depressed back on Kortanth anyway. He wanted to indulge in the sight and thought of her, even if it was just for a day or two.
Kurse sat on the bench and nearly broke it. He sighed and sat on the ground, appearing like a giant statue as he sat so still. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, his back lightly pressing against the bench.
He fell into a deeper slumber than he thought he ever could have in such a foul mood. Within that sleep, he dreamt of their conversation while he had been attempting to fix the sliding door.
Faith had stood behind him, watching intently. She then asked softly, “So what’s a sigil?”
Kurse stopped ripping at the duct tape. He turned to her, frowning.
“Why do you ask?”
Faith shrugged. Her hands were behind her back, looking like a young child who was inquiring about something much more adult.
“When we first met, you mentioned that I had traced your sigil with my body. I ignored it initially, but now it just came back to me.”
Kurse lowered his arms and stood before Faith. She was tiny in front of him. But her look did not waver.
“It's something each demon is ascribed at birth—it's a shape that can be drawn or traced with your finger or body.”
Faith nodded, trying to put the pieces together.
“So you’re saying I traced your sigil thirteen times?”
Kurse nodded. He wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, but at least she was showing interest in what was important to him. He had only mentioned the sigil once or twice—he was flattered that she had remembered at all.
Faith stepped back and placed her feet wide.
“Does yours look something like this?” Faith bent over with her ass in the air. She arched her back, peddled her legs, then raised one leg up. She bent that knee and moved it in a circle. She then did the same motion with her other leg.
Kurse was in shock. The triangle pose plus the curl of the leg looked an awful lot like his sigil. Faith shot up, adjusting her pants that could slightly fall from her waist. She was smiling.
“Could it have been something like that?”
Kurse nodded, his mouth hanging open, frustration at the Oracle and admiration for Faith boiling in his blood all at once.
“That was more than likely it.” Kurse tried to pepper his voice with interest, but his confidence in their relationship was dwindling. Could this all have been a mistake interpreted by the Oracle?
Faith touched his arm as he stood there, ruminating. Kurse perked up and did his best to smile at her. She continued to stare at him, deep in his eyes as she spoke.
“It’s okay, Kurse. There’s nothing that a good-ass fucking wouldn’t fix.”
She ripped her pants off and bent over again, pulling her cheeks apart and showing off her tight asshole. Kurse’s mouth started watering before standing up and slamming his cock deep into her...
A basketball smacked him in the face, waking him from his not entirely accurate dream. He shot his eyes open and reached up, touching something round and smooth. It had collided with his face but had somehow managed to land on top of his horns.
A light hissing sound indicated that he had pierced the object, and it was slowly draining of air. Kurse ripped it off his head and whipped it onto the ground.
“You fucking brats! That’s what you get for trying to wake a sleeping demon!”
Kurse heard some children giggle and then scream. The sounds retreated away from him as he sighed, adjusting his position and returning his glare to Faith’s apartment.
The last part of his dream had been entirely fiction, though the thought had made him incredibly hard. But the other distressing thought of having to lose her made him downtrodden. He peered up at her apartment, wondering what she would be doing at that moment.
Kurse had some moderate form of psychic abilities but hadn’t applied them for some time. It would be completely worthwhile if he could see her, just one last time.
