"There was a contract? They just told me you were hot and alone and could protect me. That you had anger issues but honestly, I can deal with that." He casually sat down on a park bench, eyeing William. "And so far they've been correct. Not only that but you're dangerous. But dorky, and passionate." He nodded. "10/10 would date again, even if you are all riled up and such."
(bump)
(BUMP!)
(Gonna read through this since it's been a while.)
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William scoffs at Evan. Continuing to walk down the sidewalk, he makes his way to an empty park. He stops as he realizes something that his 'date' had recently said.
"Protect you?" he asks. "Protect you from what?"
"Fuck if I know. Strong big and muscly I guess are just generally protective of twinks?" He said with a shrug, following after him.
"Not interested, fairy-boy. Now, if you'd fuck off, I have a job to do," William says as he looks over some information on his phone again.
According to this Peter should be coming through here for his nightly jog any moment now.
He sat down. "Contract ends when 24 hours end. Clara just texted me that. So." He shrugged and took out his little pocket notepad and began to write in it.
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.
Evan sat there, kicking his feet with the softest of smiles on his face as he wrote away, then got up and walked over to where he heard some horrible sounds, curiosity getting the best of him. He walked in the carnage. "Woah COOL! So that's how slitting someones throat looks." He said with amazement. He wasn't disgusted, or grossed out at all. He was just intrigued as he walked over observing the daggers. "Are those 100% real gold? Sure is some gorgeous weaponry. Sad you killed this guy, he was a sweet gay. I saw him at a pride parade with his boyfriend. He gave me a highfive." He nodded, and kept talking casually as he looked up at him. "Give me one last chance? I'll…I'll even kiss you to seal the truth deal."
William stands over Peter's corpse, admiring his work when he notes that Evan is there. "This doesn't bother you?"
"What? Pshhhh no. The things I've seen and written about? It's a good learning experience. Wish I could take pictures for reference but I don't want to get in trouble with the cops." He shrugged,looking at his face.
"Earlier you were pretty opposed to me chopping off the pianist's fingers," William observes while he wipes the blades clean of Peter's blood. "I have more hunting to do."
"That was different. You were being petty. This is a beautiful kill on the other hand. I don't know enough to deem whether it was you being an ass or he did something wrong and needed to die." He shrugged as he walked next to him.
"It's my job," the demon informs the human while he looks at a list of 108 names on it. William crosses off the 7th name, and continues to walk through the park. He lets out a sigh. "Since I have until tomorrow until my contractual obligation to your sister, and you is done, I suppose you could accompany me on my hunts…."
"Augh. I wish this date would've gone better." He said with a sigh, walking alongside him.
He isn't curious about what type of job would entail me to hunt and kill people? William wonders. He quietly observes Evan in his peripheral vision while he pulls up information for his next 'hunt'.
"Why do you hunt people anyways?" He asks casually. "And how do you not get caught?" He had his notebook open,pen at the ready as he looked up at him.
William smiles and chuckles. "I am a demon, Evan. My kind thrives off of chaos and pain. I currently work under 'my dad'; he has employed me to kill people, and beings, that he feels have wronged him in some way."
"Okay so that answers the first ques." He says with a shrug, sighing.
"As for not getting cought," William starts before he vanishes from sight, reappearing just behind Evan. "Difficult to catch someone that can teleport at will."
"Hm. Good point." He shrugged and kept walking, pretty used to such crazy things. As he walked along one hand attempted to slip into Williams hand.