William rolled his eyes, and tracked a man with long blond hair tied back into a ponytail jog down one of the many pathways in the park. The demon vanishes from Evan's side only to reappear just behind the jogger. The jogger stops for a break, taking a swig of water.
"Peter Trainer?" William asks, getting the former to turn around.
"Yes?"
"I have a message for you," William starts. "George Wintergrean says hello."
Peter takes a few steps backwards, eyes wide. "I-I he-heard rumors that he had someone or something hunting down people from his past. Why me?"
"Well, you did try to take his company from him. That and he's a homophobic old man. He found out about your… activities," William says, making a set of twin golden daggers materialize in his hands.
Peter steps back yet again. "What are you going to do to me, demon?"
"I'm gonna kill you, dumbass!" the demon responds, revealing his actual eyes.
"No, that can't be; they're a myth!"
William smirks, telekinetically holding the other man in place now. "Yep, the Princes of Hell are real," the demon says, inaudible to Evan. With a feral ferocity, William leaps at his target, repeatedly plunging the blades into the man. He finishes off by slitting Peter's throat, and watches, smiling, as he drowns on his own blood.
