Page 29 of The Magic of Betrayal
From what I'd seen so far, this was an odd town. The people who lived here were strange, and that's saying something coming from someone like me. When I'd arrived at the apartment, I felt the stares from across the street, two women dressed like it was tea time with the Mad Hatter were eyeballing me so fucking hard I gave them a wink and pushed my glasses up my nose as they returned the wave, giggling and whispering to each other.
I was effectively disguised as my earth side alter ego, Johnny Carson. There weren't a ton of demons residing earth side, but it was just safer to have this glamour on the off chance a rogue demon did recognize me. Being the heir to the demon throne was reason enough for a lot of these demons who had a bitter taste in their mouths from my father's rule to try to kill me. Not that they'd succeed, but whatever. I was still sexy as shit in this form.
Heading to the right out of the apartment, I passed by the magic shop that was named The Mystical Piglet.Interesting name choice, I like it. I'm going to have to check that place out tomorrow, maybe there's some goodies in there I can pick up for my love.
Up next was a crystal shop that looked quaint and appeared to be more jewelry like than the crystals I’d spotted in the window of the magic shop next door. I’m going to have to check these places out tomorrow, and I had seen a bookstore that was on the opposite side of The Mystical Piglet. I did love some good books. Mainly ones that talked about war and murder, shit like that, although, I had been meaning to pick up The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe ever since I'd googled Aslan when Goldie said she was trying to meet up with him in the wardrobe in the throne room. I admit, I'd felt like an idiot when I realized he wasn't her boyfriend, but a fictional lion. Regardless, I wanted to see why she was trying to meet him.
Hitting the corner, I took a right and strolled down the mostly vacant sidewalk. This town was cute. A word I rarely used, but it was the best one to describe it. Emerald Lakes had a total European feel that reminded me of a small city center in The Netherlands. Brick businesses pressed up against one another, making use of every square inch of space available.I wonder if Goldie's ever been to Europe, I'd like to fuck her at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
My body jolted to the side as someone bumped into me. It was my own fault, not having been paying attention with visions of my woman spread eagle for me with Paris as the backdrop.
"Whoa there, big boy," the guy who ran into me cautioned.
My eyes widened as I took in his appearance. He had a curly ass mullet that I hadn't seen the likes of since nineteen eighty five and was absolutely rocking a strapless terry cloth romper. By the light of Jupiter's cock, I seriously hoped he tucked his shit into his waistband because otherwise, someone was going to be playing one eyed peek-a-boo as soon as he sat down.
"Apologies, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking," I replied, holding out my hand to greet him.
"Ah yes, I can see the stars in your eyes. Lucky lady... or guy?" He shook his head and smiled, sliding his hand into mine with a firm grip. "I'm Roger. Welcome to Emerald Lakes."
"Nice to meet you, Roger, but how do you know I'm new here?" I questioned, my eyebrow lifting in question.
He barked a laugh like I was a dipshit. "Everyone knows everyone here, and I would have remembered seeing such a striking specimen."
Well, shit.
"Right, well, thanks for the welcome party. I'm off to explore. See ya around, Roger." I backed away from him before shit got even weirder. I'm a crazy bastard, but something told me that guy could give me a run for my money. The crazy lived in his eyes.
The wind was picking up and I pushed my hair back off my forehead, but I caught a scent on the air that had me stiffening. All of me. My demon dick included. Gods, I must have really been having withdrawal because I could smell her. My heart ached in my chest as I thought of how badly I wanted to see her again. Following her pretend scent, I stood in front of a grocery store called Dinner Thyme. I chuckled, able to admit to myself it was a good pun.
There was a bench in front of the store and I figured I might as well take a few moments to survey the townspeople some more, there was much more to them than met the eye. Step one on a new assignment was always to stake out the location and get a feel for the people in the area. Passing by a pastel blue bicycle, I glanced down and saw a white fox snoozing in the wicker basket attached to the handlebars.Hmm, I didn't think that type of animal was common in this realm, or at least in this particular area.
Sitting down on the wooden bench, I was going to try to bribe the stars to give me what I desired most. It had been a while and I wasn't exactly what one would call a good boy, but I was desperate.
Oh mighty stars above, you sent me a beautiful witch to love.
Now I'm alone, no witch to bone.
I’m not sure why I’m trying to rhyme, on this bench outside of Dinner Thyme.
I’ve been a bad boy, but it’s not my fault I love to destroy.
Please Fate, you sparkly bitch, give me back my Goldie witch.
Amen.
Do you say amen after something like that? Seems appropriate. Respectful. Nodding to myself, I felt certain that the universe would hear my plea.
A clicking sound ended my thoughts and prayers session and I cracked an eyelid just as the white fox hopped out of his basket, following a woman who had hair the exact same shade and style as—
What the fuck?My eyes dropped down to her ass, and that was literally all the confirmation I needed.Bleeding hearts and stars unite!Standing abruptly, I almost called out to her, but then I remembered that she wouldn't recognize me in this form, and what was she doing in this town of all the stars damned places? Her scent was hitting me like a freight train but there was sadness radiating off of her from the way her shoulders were hunched and her head down.
Who hurt her? I'd crack their chest like a crab leg and peel their ribs off of their spine one by one, I swear to Saturn... My brow furrowed as she hung a left and walked back toward the way I came.Where are you going, Goldie girl?
Maintaining my distance, I walked along the opposite side of the street and watched as she stopped in front of The Mystical Piglet, tilting her head back to look up at the dark apartment windows above, the guys would be long gone by now. Stepping behind a large tree, I watched as she held her hand up to the door where it recognized her magical signature and opened.
Just as I thought she was going to go inside, she whipped her head around and I wondered if she'd felt my presence as keenly as I was aware of hers.Is Goldie hiding something from me? That's not going to fly.Thankfully, I was already in my other form and I didn't want her knowing my true identity, oh no. I needed to see what she was up to here. Sending my powers out in a wave through my body, I made sure that my demon characteristics would be well concealed, even to another demon. My scent would be nothing more than Giorgio Armani.
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