Suddenly Melody grins, and Zack hears her voice inside his head.
"Don't worry, you're not alone."
Melody swerves into a flip and lands before Donovan. His eyes flicker from fear to confusion, then to annoyance.
"Melody? What the hell are you doing here-"
And then he spots Zack and snarls,
"You."
Zack landed with a skid but recovered quickly on the human's other side, Zack's smile becoming even wider. He had a feeling that he and Melody had a nice friendship running for them.
"Yeah. Me." Zack spat at him, the spit landing at his feet. "You're vile, and cruel, you know. Feeling up girls as young as her for a "debt". You're a hyprocrite and a pedophile."
Donovan snarls, laughing bitterly. "Hypocrisy does not exist in business. You must do what is needed and will bring the best results." Donovan attempts to back up, only to run into Melody. She shoves him forward, so he lands on the concrete and tears his multi thousand dollar sleeves.
"You whore!" Donovan spits at Melody, and in an act of instinct the fire from her eyes vanquishes. "You'll never be able to pay to get this mended! I'll ruin your life for this. And that." He points to what he believes to be her costume. "That's some drag get- up you have there. What, were you gonna go perform for girls too?" He laughed cruelly, his eyes wide with slight intoxication and craze.
Zack ran up quickly and kicked him with a blow of adrenaline, the snap of a nose breaking cracking through the enclosed wall of the alley. He crushed his foot into Donovan's face, angrily pressing the sole into his cheek.
"Don't call her that!" Was the last thing that was English, for Zack had totally lapse down into the angry language of Demons.
(Why am I fangirling tho lmfao).
"Shit." Donovan suddenly moves in a blur, but not towards Zack; towards the sky. A pair of faded red wings engulf the presence of his body as he thrashes upwards clumsily, but still manages to gain distance between himself and the two devils, leaving only a trail of blood raining behind him. Melody stares after him, then stares at Zack incredulously.
"Am I high, or did he just grow wings and fly?"
(Lmaooo)
Zack growled loudly up at the sky, spatting out angrily in a particularly fierce curse. "If that's the fucking case, then we'll have to kill him!" His eyes were darkening into the dark, dark gray and they seemed to match together. His wings lashed angrily and he was launched up into the air, his Magic propelling him more than momentum.
Melody races after him, screaming so Zack could hear her through the high speeds they were traveling at.
"Zack, he isn't a devil! I read his mind before he took of. He made a deal." She screamed the last part particularly loudly, knowing that anything would make more sense than what she just stated. "He's not normal, we need to interrogate him. I think… based on the amount of fear emanating from that certain location in his mind, he works for someone. Someone hell has not approved of." Melody finally manages to match Zack's speed, although it takes more effort than the experienced flier. "But he doesn't need those wings. I'm gonna dive down while you tear his wings, and I'll keep him from crash- landing. Although, I don't think anything could break that hard head of his." She seems annoyed when she finished, before nodding to Zack and dropping sharply downwards.
(Lmao *Demon
They aren't devils.)
Zack growled angrily and nodded, rising up higher into the air, his wings lashing fiercely. The plan sounded a-Okay. He actually got to inflict pain on the Human for Hell. Honestly, he quite liked Hell, and he knew he'd get rewarded graciously by the poor Demon who had this pathetic excuse of a Human under them.
Once Zack was high enough in the air, he jerked down quickly, his wings tightening as he slammed into the Human's back with all of his might, crunching his sharp teeth into the nasty-tasting joints, pressing his weight into the back of Donovan.
(Oof my bad)
Donovan let out a shrilling scream of pain, before crumpling into himself and plummeting down as dead weight. Melody caught him as he was a meter from hitting the ground, but still dropped him eight feet from the air. Donovan grunted, convulsing once before vomiting flood onto the deserted mound of grassy land they had landed on. And as Donovan curled on the ground, shuddering, Melody wrapped her fist within his collar and dragged him up.
"Where in hell did you get wings, you son of a bastard?" In response Donovan moaned, and suddenly Melody's eyes glistened. She dropped him back down and turned to Zack, who was now midway to landing.
"He's a pawn. Zack, I think something very bad is happening. I have a really, really bad feeling." Melody's cheeks trickled with tears, her heart pounding from another piece of thought she received from Donovan. It was a darkened blur, in all honesty, but the aura that emanated from his thoughts smelled strongly of dark power, anger, and vengeance. And none of it belonged to him.
Zack landed securely on his feet, still huffing angrily, prickling with adrenaline.
"There's no way we can truly know where it's coming from," The Demon growled, bending down to tug on the planted wings.
"Unless, of course, we can collect a sample of Magic." He set a foot onto the back of Donovan, and started tugging at the wings, his own lashing as if trying to help.
"You could be right, Zack. But… I don't know." Melody looked thoughtfully as Donovan began to scream in pain again, blue veins tearing as the wings began to come loose. "I've heard of this kind of thing before, but I've never seen it for myself. It's sort of like how mortals are kidnapped and have drugs surgically inserted into them by drug dealers and gangs. He's being used, I'm sure of that. None of his magic matches his aura, so it can't belong to him. But then, who?"
Zack tore out the left wing, tossing it over his shoulder with a grimace. "If that's the case, maybe we can rip these off and make him talk." He went to the right one, which he started to tug at with more confidence now that he had removed the left. His wings kept beating happily behind him, the feathers absolutely quivering with happiness.
Melody smiled. "Yeah, if we can keep him conscious for long enough." She kicked at him, laughing as he moaned. "What do you think, bastard, you think you can help us?" She received no answer, though she really didn't expect one.
Zack finally ripped out the second, but kept it in his hands. He snuffled at it, his breath stirring the faint skin of the wings. They seemed fake and hard in his hands, which explained the clumsy takeoff. Whichever Demon had given this Human their Magic, they weren't fond of Donovan.
"Right" Melody's voice appeared in Zack's head once more. "But the question is who. He must have a lot of enemies, for sure, but who from hell would want him? There were much more powerful people they could have possessed…"
"No one. He's so evil the Demons were scrambling to… make money off of him." He continued snuffling at the wing, pacing the alley. It smelled familiar to him. Not immediately, of course, but the scent smelled of his breed and it was nestled back somewhere in his memories. He just had to find it…
"Tell me when you do," Melody says. "I have a friend who can give me access to a specific data base back in hell. I may find something helpful. Until then…" Melody shifted her head to Donovan, who trembled only slightly at this point. "What do we do with him?"
Zack turned thoughts over in his head. Greedy… smells kinda nice… I know he was nice to me… Argh…. He suddenlt gasped loudly. Dreamer! It's Dreamer! The Demon who was always poking around with Humans for fun. Always bringing them a sense of power, only to secretly belittle them in his work for cash and popularity. Though the Demon was quite sweet in Hell.
Then he hears Melody give a sharp gasp, sitting next to Donovan with sudden, pallid skin. She was holding Donovan's limp arm, staring at his wrist in shock.
"Za- Zack." She holds her voice firm, but it is easy to see that she is shaken. On his wrist, a series of strange symbols are burnt into his flesh. It is written in the language of the underworld, but its words are sinister and almost emphasize the fiery sunrise that begins to conquer the sunken shadows. The symbols read,
Hell will be extinguished,
Hail the King.
Zack turned quickly reading the symbols with wide eyes.
"We need to go down there." He whipped around and collected the wings, his own still quivering.
"If you can go to Hell, I want you to follow me with that sack of shit. There's a high chance the other Demons don't know about this."
"Alright, but we've got to hurry. I'm not as strong in daylight." She picked Donovan and swung him onto her back, his unconscious body easier to hold onto than if he were awake. "I'm ready when you are."
Zack nodded and inhaled slowly, looking at a wall in a building. He took some of the Human's blood off of the ground and started tracing symbols, murmuring softly. They soon gleamed a black-red color and burned into the building, opening up slowly into a window.
"You first."
Melody nodded in thanks, then in a flying leap she sank into the building wall and into a circular blur of darkness. She felt the heat of Zack's body as he caught up to her, and the two went swirling in the infinite blaze of shadow until their sight was ignited by a world of orange flames and volcanic heat. Melody couldn't help but smile.
"It's nice to be home."
Zack scooped down the hill that they were first introduced to, not wasting much time as he found himself back in his home. It did feel nice to be back in the tickling heat and with the laughing Demons around them. But they had a mission and a Demon to find.
Melody followed him, although the raging temperature was now causing Donovan to regain consciousness. Melody did well to ignore his defiance and punches of despair. And after delivering a few, presumably harsh words to him, he was once again silenced. Melody suggest,
"My friend works as the secretary for the Identity Crisis Incorporation, the company for keeping track of current criminals or past threats to Hell's safety. Maybe our guy doesn't have a criminal past, but it could be helpful to look into it anyway. Unless… is there someone you think we should visit first?"
Zack landed on the hot ground after clearing the hill, sighing and shaking out his wings. They were in the middle of a quaint little town with little Demon kids wandering around.
"I'm not sure, I know the Demon who gave him the Magic, but Dreamer would never pose a threat to hell. It's not how he is."
"Alright, then. Maybe take Dreamer with us to the company? My friend will probably still be doing her shift; she has her break in another fourteen hours. I'll just let her know really quickly." After becoming silenced in great concentration, she spoke again. "Alright, she knows. Her boss is with her right now, too, so this would be our best opportunity."
Zack sighed and nodded, starting to walk along the ground like a human. "Dreamer's house is just up this way. I suggest we walk, because Dreamer doesn't like it when we fly into his house without permission."
"Alright, then. Lead the way."
Zack was already walking to his destination, sighing softly as he wove neatly through houses and children. Soon they were brought up to a nice little cottage nestled up between another two. Zack approached the door and knocked slowly.
