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

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Humans couldn’t see demons of angels. The police would never catch Jamie. Not even in their wildest dreams could the police imagine what was behind the deaths of all those humans.

This should have been his purpose. As a Demon Hunter, it should have been his job to stop Jamie. That was what he’d initially thought his job would be, as a protector of humans. He knew better now. Demon Hunters were an experiment of Satani’s. She tore out their souls, fed them some of her bodily fluids, and voila.

Sex dolls.

That’s what they were.

Creatures made to please Satani’s carnal pleasures. Alex had never been called up by the devil, but he knew it happened. He wondered what insane idea ever possessed him to march up to the hundredth floor of the Red House of Satan. Satani didn’t give a shit about humans. She was the fucking devil.

Her last words to him played in his mind. There is a war coming, Alex. She knew what was about to happen. Of course, she knew. She was the fucking devil!

Why would she let it happen? Why would she let Jamie free a powerful demon that she had locked away? Why would she want war with the angels?

Something didn’t add up.

Alex drained his beer and threw it towards the kitchen. His aim was honest. It landed in the bin. He reached for the control and changed the channel. The human disappearances were not his problem. He was just a lowly Demon Hunter. Satani had made that clear. The devil knew what was going on, and she didn’t give a shit. Maybe one day he would kill her.

His flatmate and occasional fuck buddy Jessica stood by the living room door. She was wearing a fitting white dress so short, it could pass for an extension of her shirt. She’d accessorized it with red high heels and a black leather collar around her neck with a silver circle in the centre.

“I’m going out,” she told him.

“Cool,” Alex nodded.

“Did you want to come?” she asked, frowning as her fingers fidgeted with the Gucci purse in her hand. “I’m going to meet a few of my girlfriends. We’re going to hit the bars.”

There was a time when Alex would have jumped at the opportunity to go out with Jessica and her girlfriends. He’d met a few of them before. It was funny how people with the same physiques tended to form together.

Jessica’s friends were tall and beautiful, much like her. And on nights out, they dressed like her too. Very little clothing.

It occurred to him how shallow humans could be at times. Not all beautiful people were stupid and boring. Likewise, not all ugly people were smart and funny. But somehow, it was the human exterior that determined who you made friends with.

Alex suddenly remembered Madeline, the mix raced waitress in the coffee shop. He’d had a crush on the girl for ever. After he finally managed to work up the courage to speak with her, they talked and laughed regularly. Yet her final words always were “gain twenty pounds of muscle.”

“Not tonight,” Alex said.

Jessica sighed. “If you change your mind, you have my number.”

Alex did have her number. It was written on a piece of paper somewhere because he’d yet to replace his broken phone. But he would not be changing his mind. Not tonight. Not for Jessica. He no longer obsessed over her. She wasn’t out of his league anymore. More than that, things between them had become strange. He’d murdered Kevin, her abusive boyfriend.

They’d never spoken about it. It was possible Jessica didn’t even know Kevin was dead, let alone know Alex had killed him. But Jessica did know something had happened. Her demeanour had changed. She was no longer the happy, smiley confident woman that lit up rooms when she entered.

Jessica still had her sex drive though. They fucked regularly. She liked it really rough, liked it when his enormous cock drove into her cunt with force. She wanted him to slap her tits, to spank her ass, hold her by the hair. Naturally, Alex obliged, but he wondered now if the girl was somehow punishing herself.

Too many depressing thoughts.

He needed another beer.

Alex stood up and stretched, then headed for the kitchen. He passed his laptop resting on the table and paused. Writing. That used to be his life, his passion. Since being a Demon Hunter, he’d spent most of his time chasing demons, battling beasts, killing humans or having sex. He’d had a lot of sex… but those things didn’t appeal to him much right now.

Deciding he’d had enough beer for the day, Alex grabbed his laptop and waddled back to the sofa. Collapsing on the reassuring handcrafted leather, he placed his feet on the coffee table and fired up the laptop.

He clicked on the file explorer icon, expecting it to show his latest work.

It did show the latest work.

It just wasn’t his.

It was the word document of Chrissy’s story that he had downloaded. So busy had he been lately, she’d fallen to the back of his mind. A grave mistake. Chrissy was dating Jamie, the demon behind all of this. He wondered how much danger she was in. Would Jamie kill her for body parts? He had to warn her.

Alex reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. It was empty, of course. He cursed silently. He really needed to replace his mobile phone. His only other method of contacting Chrissy was via email. He opened up a webpage and logged into his email account. There was a lot of crap in there, random things he’d signed up to possibly when drunk.

Amongst the rubbish, he spotted an unread email from Chrissy.

It had come almost a week ago. He double clicked on it.