The topside dwellers' concept of entertainment was so completely mundane in the demon's estimation. The small town vibe was growing old and he longed for more densely packed areas of debauchery and sin. Maybe he was becoming too complacent in this body. He and Genna had raised more hell than she'd ever know, back in the good old days. Every nightmare she'd had since then had been mired in the truths he'd seen fit to hide from her. Her human mind would not have been able to grasp the pleasures he'd taken through her, but this time around was different. He was limited in what he could do, if he wanted to uphold his end of the bargain he'd struck with that halo wielding bitch. He'd been intrigued with her plot regarding the girl, intrigued enough to help her out, and entertained enough by her willingness to sacrifice something pure for her own desires. That didn't mean he trusted her. She had the look of an angel headed for a downfall, but she couldn't see that. Not his business, not his problem. The only one who interested him wholeheartedly - so to speak - was Genna. They shared a connection that defied even his own explanation, and that he was not the only one drawn to her only served to thicken the plot.
Now he was invested. She carried a little piece of him inside of her...him and the meatsuit her beloved guardian was wearing once more. She would never be rid of them. In the darkest recesses of her mind, he could read her thoughts. She thought about ending it. She thought about ending herself. That was okay. Let her think about it all she wanted; he'd never allow it. Her despair tasted so sweet. They were all joined irrevocably. Even the angel. So long as he wore that face, there would always be pieces of Erik Lang lingering in Genna's world. Could she truly take comfort in his arms when every time she looked at him, her memories would betray her?
With a smile, Genna tucked a stack of bills into the back pocket of her jeans and handed her pool cue to the next guy in line who'd been watching her hustling game for the last forty minutes. "Go get 'em, tiger," she murmured with a wink as she passed and dropped her empty glass on a table as she made her way to the exit. This had all been a little more fun when he'd been able to use her body to indulge in a little excess, but the taste of plain tonic was only making him angry. Perhaps he could find a way to speed this whole gestational period up a bit.
Her boots hit the pavement outside and the demon guided Genna's body in the direction of the diner. Or that had been the plan. The plan changed when he found himself unable to take another step forward.
A slow smile curved her lips and the demon looked down. A faint snort of laughter escaped as he saw not one, but several devil's traps burned into the ground. Now, that was proper planning.
Her laughter grew louder, split the night air with its mirth. It went on and on, bringing tears to her eyes as if she'd heard the funniest joke in the world. With a deep breath and a sniffle, she wiped away the trace of wetness from her eyes and then peered into the shadows, a few lingering giggles bubbling up and spilling out as she did so. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," the demon called in a sweet little sing-song voice. "I've been wanting you to play with me for a very long time."