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

“You’re back?” Alex gulped.

“Of course I’m back, you little bitch. Wait… I was gone?”

Alex nodded. “You were supposed to die when my soul was torn out?” 

“The fuck are you talking about?” 

“What, you’ve got amnesia?” 

There was a pause, and then, “...it seems so…” the voice said quietly. “I’m sure we will figure it out. But first, let's deal with that ugly fucker that appears to want to eat you.”

Alex agreed on that. His focus returned to the beast. It was so close, he could smell the Krumier’s foul breath. It was like rotting flesh. He shuddered. And then, time seemed to unfreeze.

What followed happened so quickly.

The Krumier roared as it was about to sink its teeth into Alex’s neck. The fire burning through his body transferred via his arms into the sword. The dull grey blade took on a red glow. Alex slammed it against the body of the Krumier for the third time.

There was a flash as the longsword struck the Krumier’s impenetrable skin. The force of the strike caused Alex to stagger back. But more importantly, it had also sent the Krumier hurtling backwards.

“That should have killed it…” the voice said.

“It’s a tough fucker,” Alex muttered in his head.

“I know what it is, dipshit. Amnesia doesn’t mean you start to forget every day creatures like Krumier, dumbass.” 

Alex took a deep breath to calm himself. Despite the amnesia, the voice in his head was the same asshole of before. But an asshole was what Alex needed right now. He watched with concern as the Krumier climbed to its feet, shaken, but unharmed.

“What do we do?” 

“Fight, dumbass. What else can we do? Run?” 

That had been the plan, one Karen had executed pretty well. He glanced around, wondering where she was. He spotted her quickly. She stood at the top of the stairs that led into the office they had broken in through. Her hands on the railing, she stared at him with confusion.

The Krumier now back on its feet let out a mighty roar and slammed its fists on its chest. Alex wasn’t sure if that was to show no damage had been caused, or if the Krumier was just incredibly angry.

It was probably both.

The beast charged but Alex was ready for it, energised by the flowing of fire within him. He felt stronger and quicker. His sight was much sharper too. As the Krumier came close, Alex slid aside and struck the beast across the back with the longsword. The Krumier howled in anger. But again, there was no blood. The skin was still too strong.

“Maybe it’s you,” the voice said. “You’re just a pussy, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard. You’re a pussy. I should be able to slice that Krumier with ease. But I can’t. It’s because you’re a pussy. A cunt. A vagina. A-”

The voice stopped talking as Alex slid into action. He ducked underneath a swinging Krumier arm and sliced at the beast’s leg, then turned and kicked it in the back. The Krumier stumbled, but turned quickly and roared in anger. Alex sliced at the beast’s neck, once, twice, three times. Then he slammed the tip of the sword into the beast’s stomach with all his might and pushed. Alex drove the Krumier back across the floor of the warehouse until the beast came up against a crate. Still, the sword did not penetrate the skin.

Alex met the beast’s eyes. They both let out a simultaneous roar. Alex pushed with every fibre of strength inside him. The blade began to glow red. Eventually it broke the skin and impaled the beast.

“You can stop screaming, dumbass. The beast is dead.” 

Alex did stop screaming. The voice in his head was right. Impaled by longsword, the beast was dead. Alex let go of the grip and stepped back to stare at the body of the Krumier, now limp with its back resting against the crate.

“You scream like a bitch. Which makes sense cuz you know, you’re a pooosey, you little pussy bitch-”

“You killed a Krumier…” a voice said. It was Karen. She’d climbed down the steps and now stood beside him, her wide eyes on the dead beast. “That’s insane… how’d you do it?”

“Fuck me, she’s hot. Tell me you’re banging her. Of course you’re not. You’re a pussy. Maybe she’s banging you?” 

Alex ignored the voice in his head. “Stabbed it with the sword.”

“Yeah… I can see that,” Karen gingerly fingered the handle of the sword. “The skin is supposed to be impenetrable.” She turned to look at him in awe. “I don’t think a Demon Hunter has ever bested a Krumier before.”

“She wants you,” the voice said. “Her pussy is practically dripping right now. You should take her now. Seriously. Grab her, shove her to the ground, spread her legs, fuck her.” 

Alex did his best to ignore the voice in his head. A hard thing to do what with it being in his head. He smiled at Karen as she continued to stare at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. He recalled what she had said earlier, about the hunt for demons turning her on. The voice in his head might have been right about something. Karen did look like she wanted him right now and right there.

Chapter 25

As much as they both might have wanted to, they didn’t end up having sex on the warehouse floor. Krumiers were beasts from hell that were supposed to stay in hell. It was only Satan that could control them. And Satan was trapped beneath hell, Karen said. So what the hell was a Krumier doing here? How had it escaped from hell?

Marvin sending them here to this warehouse, one that housed a Krumier, it had to be more than a coincidence. Karen wanted to investigate the