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

a can of cider, which she threw at him. “Have a drink, admire the view and go.”

Alex took a sip of his drink as he studied Karen. She’d thrown him off some by knowing exactly why he was here before he even managed to get a word out. Her arms were folded across her chest, which was good because her tits were now covered - less of a distraction.

“What if they’re not taking this seriously?” Alex asked. “Scarlett doesn’t care much for Demon Hunters. I doubt she cares for humans. Marvin didn’t escape. He was let out. Something just isn’t right here.”

Karen’s arms loosened across her chest. She took a step back, then leaned against the white marble counter with the criss-crossed lines of black. “It isn’t our place, Alex,” she said softly.

Alex placed his can on the marble counter. “What is our place?” he asked. “We’re called Demon Hunters, but that’s not what we really are. We harass and look down on the weak demons, and in turn, we’re looked down on by the more powerful ones. Is this what we lost our souls for? You gave up the opportunity of going to heaven, and for what? We’re an experiment of Satani’s. Her army of personal pets.”

“Heaven…” Karen said softly. “Of course… your mother died during childbirth… you think she went to heaven.”

“I know she did,” Alex whispered, his hands shaking.

Karen stepped towards him, her arms out, she wrapped them around him. She smelt good. Her warm body pressing against his, it helped calm him down. “You think about your mother a lot, don’t you?”

She stared up at him with her powerful blue eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul and see the sorrows buried deep inside. Helpful as Alex wasn’t the talkative type. Sure, he made many a smartass comment at the most inappropriate of times, but talking about his feelings, that wasn’t him.

Alex thought about his mum regularly. He tried to remember her face. Her actual face and not the photo he’d seen. She died moments after his birth. He always wondered about her last moments. Was she in too much pain to even know she’d given birth? Or had she held him in her arms and smiled down at him, showering him with kisses and words of love?

Alex rarely spoke of his mother. Who was there to speak with? His father was a drunk, he didn’t have many friends, or a girlfriend… No one ever asked. But Karen just did. Alex felt all his hidden emotions bubbling to the surface. He felt his eyes begin to tear. Karen noticed. She brushed them away, then kissed him on the lips.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she said. “Let’s go and get Marvin,” she smiled. “Let’s give your life purpose!”

* * *

After a quick change of clothes, Karen was ready to go. Wearing khaki shorts and a black fitting crop top, she looked every much the Laura Croft. Except, instead of a whip, she had two blades that disappeared around her waist.

“What?” Karen asked, noticing his stare.

“You’re hot,” Alex said unabashedly.

Karen grinned. “How about after we’ve dealt Marvin we come back here and you can do stuff to my body?”

“Sure,” Alex said immediately.

“Do stuff?” the voice made an appearance. “Kinky, man. Sure you don’t want to just stay here and fuck her? She’s easily the hottest woman ever. I want to rip those shorts of, grab her by the pussy and-”

“Stop, dude. You gotta give it a break,” Alex interrupted the voice. 

Surprisingly it seemed to work. There was silence in his head.

They took the elevator down to the underground car park and jumped into Karen’s car. She’d insisted they use her car. It was too hot to be stuck in a Golf Polo. Alex didn’t argue. He could have. His car did have air conditioning. But Karen drove a Porsche 911. It was a much better car than his own.

Alex had never been a car person. For him, they served the practical purpose of getting him from A to B. But sitting inside Karen’s Porsche, the speed that it moved at, the comfortable interior with leather seats and soft materials used everywhere, he decided he was going to upgrade the first chance he got.

It wasn’t a long drive to the housing estate where the poor demons had been crammed into. They joined the A12 and with little traffic on the dual carriageway, quickly made it to Ignis Estate, home to most of the demons living in London.

Karen pulled into Hookers Road and parked her car beside the towering blocks of concrete and metal. Even with the sun having set, the two tower blocks did not look any less imposing. Lights from windows were dotted around the structure. A few demons stood leaning against the blue railings, staring down at them.

“Where is she?”

Alex glanced around. Melissa said she would meet them by the entrance to the estate. This was the entrance, yet there was no sign of her. “She’s probably running late,” Alex said. He glanced up at the demons resting against the railings. “Is your car going to be safe here?”

“What? Just because we’re in a demon estate, you think their all thieves?” Karen asked, her tone accusatory.

“No- I- That wasn’t what I-” Alex stopped as he noticed her eyes sparkling. She was teasing him. “Funny,” he muttered.

It was at that point did Melissa emerge from a darkened alleyway in-between the tower blocks. As she stepped into the light, Alex noticed her clothing. She was wearing a leather skirt so short, it barely covered the curves of her ass cheeks. She didn’t have a top on. Just a lacy red bra. Her breasts… It took a while for Alex to notice they were enlarged.

Karen dug her elbow into his