The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

he knew. Alex opened the door. The blue demon girl paused with her hand in mid-air.

It was Melissa, the demon girl that did night shifts in security. He was used to seeing her as a white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Now with blue skin, yellow eyes and black hair she looked more like the shapeshifter from X-Men.

“Are you trying to break my door down?”

Melissa, whose hand was still in mid-air, let it drop by her side. “Sorry, I’ve- I’ve never knocked on a human- on a Demon Hunter door before…”

“How many ways are there to knock on a door?” Alex asked, his tone sharp.

“I- sorry,” Melissa lowered her head.

“What do you want?” the words came out harsher than Alex had wanted. He could tell she was nervous already.

“You haven’t been to work in a few days…” she mumbled. “Thought I’d check up on you and see if you were okay,” she raised her head and their eyes met. “Wanted to say thank you too for… for the other day.”

This was new territory for Alex. Growing up, he’d never had many friends, none that came over to the house. Especially not with his alcoholic father who frequented brothels and often brought women home. In school, he never really fitted in with the other children. He’d always feel left out of conversations because he didn’t have the latest toys, the latest gadgets, nor did he ever go anywhere nice over the school breaks.

Shortly after leaving school, he got a job as a security guard and using the inheritance from his mother as a deposit, he bought himself this apartment. Socially, things didn’t improve much. It took him over a year to strike up a conversation with Madeline, the waitress in the cafe.

At work, most of his colleagues were older. Pleasant enough to talk with, but not the sort of people he would hang out with outside of work. Melissa was the only person his age and at one point, he’d had a crush on her. But she’d always come across a bit aloof, different. He knew why now. She was a demon. And apparently demons had different norms to humans. Demons didn’t just knock on doors, they tried to break them down…

But that demon had come to check up on him, which was more than what any other person had done. He stepped aside to let her in. Melissa bent down to slip off her heels. It was then did Alex notice she was wearing heels. And the skinny jeans she wore, they fitted perfectly around her curvy bottom. Alex had never seen Melissa out of work before. She looked much better without the drab security uniform.

He invited her in and led her down the corridor and into the living room. She took a seat on the sofa. He turned towards the kitchen. He could feel her eyes on him. No, not him, but the longsword he was holding.

Alex placed it on the counter and opened the fridge. The burst of cold air made him realise that he was still naked. Had been this whole time. He grabbed two bottles of fruit flavoured ciders. Heading into the living room, he handed one to Melissa and placed the other on the tea table. Play cool, he told himself.

“I’m going to uh… I’m going to put some clothes on,” he muttered.

Melissa murmured something in response before taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes flickered to his manhood; her blue cheeks darkened. Alex held back a grin. He returned from his bedroom wearing a blue dressing gown. Picking up his drink, he dropped on the purple ottoman opposite her.

“It’s nice,” Melissa commented.

Alex glanced around the living room. It was decorated by himself, and solely himself. One three-piece leather sofa, one ottoman, and an old dark-brown armchair. In the centre was a glass tea table and attached to the wall was a fifty-inch television.

Melissa took a sip of her drink. It was strange seeing her seated in his living room, all blue and… demon.

“I guess you’re going to quit the security job, now that you’re a Demon Hunter,” Melissa said.

Alex shrugged noncommittally. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do just yet. He’d planned to quit being a Demon Hunter. But then, he’d murdered three humans. Right this moment, his thoughts were conflicted.

“How is it?”

Alex blinked. “How’s what?”

Melissa laughed. It was infectious. Her white teeth set against her dark lips and blue skin, they sparkled. “How is it being a Demon Hunter?”

 Alex shrugged again. It was different. Walking down the streets, everything was normal until it wasn’t. Demons and angels, there were a lot of them about. The demons were always shifty-looking. It made him suspicious. He didn’t want to judge them, but it was hard not to when they suddenly stopped walking soon as they spotted him, when they hid their bags behind their backs, when they lowered their heads, but raised their eyes to watch him.

The angels were worse. What a bunch of arrogant fuckers. Every time one passed, Alex would have to fight back the urge to punch it in the face. Just the way they walked, sauntering about as if they owned the place. Which they might do… they did win the war.

Melissa watched him curiously. “There’s gotta be some perks?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Alex said with little enthusiasm. “I look and feel great.”

Melissa nodded. “You look amazing, and you’re so much taller too,” she gushed.

Alex let out a mirthless laugh. “You should see my cock. It’s massive.”

Alex’s eyes widened, his cheeks reddened. He hadn’t meant it in a sexual way, nor was he bragging. He’d been well endowed prior to the transformation, and now his cock was just too big. It was a stupid thing to say. She’d already seen his cock. He had been naked until a