The Devil's Apprentice Patrick Stewart (suggested reading TXT) 📖

The demon nodded, still typing away. She really seemed into her work. A little cautiously, Alex leaned forward and glanced at the screen. A word document was open, but it was blank. Still, she typed away. No words appeared on the screen. He didn’t think much of it. He’d definitely seen worse.

The glass door that led to the chambers of Satani was to his left. They were closed but… Alex walked up to them and pressed his fingertips at the point where the sliding doors met. He tried to pull them apart. It did not work. Annoyed, he returned to the counter.

“Just open the bloody door,” he said, annoyed.

The demon finally looked up at him. “Or what?”

“I’ll break it,” Alex said. “It’s made out of glass.”

“Okay. Break the glass.”

Her voice was flat as the words came out. She watched him with uninterested eyes. She was bored. No. She found him boring.

Alex glanced at the door. It was made of red glass. It didn’t look especially thick. But glass could be deceiving. If he punched it, there was every chance his bones would break. He didn’t have his sword with him either. It didn’t seem smart to go up to see Satani, armed.

“Just open the damned door,” Alex said. His voice came out whinier than he’d wanted it to.

“I thought you were going to break it?”

The demon said it with her face completely still. She was still bored of him. It annoyed Alex. Reminded him of Scarlett. That was another demon that thought little of him. Alex felt an anger rise within him. “I’m tempted to break your face,” he muttered.

He hadn’t meant it. He wasn’t going to attack a demon for doing her job. he was about to apologise when he noticed the demon smiling. It was not a pleasant smile.

“I would love to see you try, little Demon Hunter,” she said, her smile widening.

“Did you just call me little?”

“Yes. You’re a pathetic little Demon Hunter who is boring me. Go away.”

The demon raised her blue hand and curled it into a fist. She slammed it forward. Alex could have moved out of the way, but he chose not to. It was a big mistake. She punched hard. So hard, the force sent him flying off his feet. He landed on the marble floor fifteen feet away from the desk.

With effort, Alex managed to sit up. He felt his chest for damage. There wasn’t any blood or broken bones. It seemed his chest could take a fair amount of pressure. It did hurt like fuck though. He climbed to his feet, determined to teach the whore a lesson. He was glad he’d not brought his sword with him. In his anger, he might have sliced the demon in half. That would not go down great with Karen, or Satani…

Alex marched up to the receptionist, furious. “Try that one more time and-”

“Interesting,” the demon said. For a change, she genuinely did look interested. “Most don’t get up from that.”

She pushed her chair back and climbed to her feet. She was tall, as Alex had imagined. But he was taller. If only just. She stepped out from behind the counter. Despite what had just happened, Alex paused to ogle her. She wore a very short red skirt and a tight white shirt. She unbuttoned the top three buttons, and Alex swallowed nervously.

“If you can defeat me in battle, I’ll let you go through,” she said, her voice dead serious.

 Alex was reminded of Akash. Damned feisty, that one. “Are all you demons like this?” he asked, sighing. “Why do you always have to fight.”

The demon receptionist grinned. “Aww sweetie, don’t worry. This won’t take long.”

“Duck.” 

It was the voice in his head. All it did was distract him from the incoming fist. It connected with his cheek. Alex’s head spun and he fell back onto his knees.

“Told you to duck, dipshit,” the voice said. 

“I would have ducked if you hadn’t distracted-”

Alex didn’t get to finish his mental conversation. The demon kicked him in the stomach as he rested on his knees and palms. It was another insanely powerful kick. His body was lifted off the ground and sent flying. It crashed into the hard-concrete wall.

After hitting the ground, Alex turned and sat on his bottom with his back against the wall. He was hurting in so many places, he didn’t want to move. But he didn’t have a choice in that matter. His blurry vision could make out the demon striding towards him.

She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up. Long black nails appeared on her other hand. She slashed at his chest. Alex expected blood and lots of it too. But there was hardly any. The demon had shredded his shirt and exposed his chest.

“Like what you see?” Alex asked, as he caught her staring at his toned chest.

“I’ve seen better.”

“Ouch…” Alex pretended to be hurt.

The demon grinned in return. He felt like they were connecting. They could possibly have even been friends if she wasn’t such a sadistic bitch. Her hand came to his waist as her eyes seemed to see what lay beyond.

Alex wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on. Were they fighting or was she was trying to rape him? He wondered if both were the same to the demon. Regardless, he did not want to be fully naked at this moment, so before she could tear his jeans off, he punched her in the face.

It was a good punch. Connected well on her right cheekbone. She didn’t go flying off her feet though, which was disappointing.

The demon had been staring at his groin. Now she looked up at him, a frown on her face. “That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

She sounded like a