Gjorde det ont... [PRS]

"It's not dangerous, not really anyway" Merc said smiling happily. She could still back out, of course, but then she would know nothing about him. He'd make sure of it. "I just need you to help me get some angeltech into hell, the more advanced things can only be brought in by angels" Merc said. It was the truth even if he didn't exactly say what it was. Thankfully there were some more tech a demon couldn't bring into hell. "Meaning that the only thing you need to do is to give me a bag through a door to hell." Merc continued. He was happy about the current situation. It brought him great joy to have control, being honest was never his forte but he could always... tell half-truths. She wouldn't know anyway.

She still had a really bad feeling about this. And her morals said no too. Why did he need angel tech? There must be a good reason to why only angels can take it into hell. And she had never been to hell, and she wasn't really planning to either.
She sighed. Now her whole apatite was gone. "You know what? Someone once told me he was going to be truthful with me and... no shocker, but he wasn't." She shook her head. "No, Merc. I don't know you well enough to know that you won't do something stupid with the angel tech. See, you should just have let me known you better at first." She said it with an ironic smile and stood up.
"Your little deal gives you all the power, I'm not in it. Do whatever you want to, ask some other stupid angel."
She didn't like the idea pf betraying her own kind. And the worst thing was that she knew Merc was smart. Maybe if he was stupid, but the guy was smart enough to be able to use it.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I'm just gonna take a shower and hope the water takes away my feelings for you at the same time and then... well..." She didn't know what to say. Did she really have to leave? She was going to assure him that he would never she her again, but that was just way too dramatic and it wasn't like he hated her.
"Wow. Okay, I have actually no idea what the fuck I'm doing, or that I'm supposed to do." She just sat down and took an apple.
She locked her eyes with his. "Swear on your or Lucifer's life that you will only tell me the truth. The kind of promise that literally will set fire on you if you lie. Then I'm in. But don't even bother the oath if you're only using me. I don't like getting used."
She wanted the kind of oath angels, and probably demons, used when there was a trial.
He was only going to tell one side of the truth and she knew it, but he wouldn't be able to lie to her. He could, and probably would, leave thing out of the truth, but if she asked if there was anything more and he said no... well, things weren't going to be pretty.
You're a guardian angel, don't sink below your worth, Naeva. Don't forget how powerful you are. Don't forget that love is dangerous and if you're going to play this game you have to remain your own control. And the whole game's if you're lucky.

Merc did consider it and at the same time he didn't. He was contemplating how he would turn it to his favor. His phone suddenly giving off a vibe didn't help his attention. Was there such a thing as an actual oath? For demons? No, like hell would allow such a thing! What an absurd thought to have? Demons with bloody honor!? If such a thing would ever exist it wouldn't be under the reign of pride in it's rawest form. Oh no.

Merc picked up his phone when it vibrated and did so mostly out of the sheer habit.
"¿Es este el tipo?" with it was a picture of the annoying man. Linda had been digging, obviously. The fact that she usually found the people was also a mystery.
"I'm sorry, love, I should never have gotten you involved it seems" Merc said regretful over his decision. He smiled though, a charming grin as he gracefully rounded the table and tried to kiss her. This time it was a deep and answered kiss. Not one of his teases or anything.
"I do believe I need to go though, I'll see you around" Merc said. It was more of a promise really. Regardless he jumped from the balcony and disappeared into the night. Kind of like Batman.

(MY COMPUTER FUCKED UP AND DELETED THE WHOLE THING. GAAAAH
Nu ska jag skriva något mycket kortare och sämre -.-'

Naeva blinked. She was left alone. And she was blushing. She was alone on the stupid balcony with a stupid, racing heart. And way too much food.
"Fuck you, Merc", she muttered under her breath. Naeva could still feel his lips against hers. And it was a real kiss. Come on. He couldn't just leave... but he did. She cursed again.
She started to go around in the room. She didn't really know what to do. She just walked around until she decided that checking out sounded like a good idea... except the part where Merc had the keys. She cursed again. Stupid guy with his stupid kisses and very nice eyes and hair... stupid guy. She just couldn't say demon anymore. He was different and sorting him with the rest of the demons wasn't fair.
She went to get a paper and pen. Maybe he was going to come back and check out? Leave the keys? Or maybe he would come back to her? She didn't believe the latter one. Not even the first one really. She could hope at least, though. And she could at least try to contact him as good as she could. Naeva probably had to come back later this week and fix a new pair keys. Or just pay whatever the price was for the "lost" keys.

"I hope you are worth this", she groaned. She didn't know if she meant Merc or Cleo - who was the reason she was without her wings and also the reason why she met Merc. She was pretty sure she meant both of them though.
She took the pen and wrote something down quickly. Tell me what we are supposed to do now, Merc. It seems like I want a little more danger in my life, and whatever comes with you. It wasn't a total lie. She was really bored out of her mind at home. She didn't even have anyone to train with and she didn't know any powerful witch who was willing to teach her magic. Her angel magic wasn't really going to be enough without her wings.
She put the paper on the table out on the balcony and then looked at it. She had written the massage in enochian. She was pretty sure Merc would understand. If not, his tablet would probably be able to translate it.
Then she jumped. And landed her bed with a sigh. "I better cha... Holy shit", she stopped herself with when she looked into Cleo's eyes.
"I was going to ask how the date went. And you never locked the door so I couldn't just leave. And when you never left the house though the door I got worried. Especially with the open window and all", she whispered with a scared voice.
Naeva blinked. All this because of a door? "Well..." She started. What did she have to lose? If everything went wrong she would just delete the poor girl's memories. "Hello. I'm Naeva and I'm your guardian angel." She tried a smile. Then she stopped. "Why aren't you screaming?"
"I'm in shock, idiot. You don't scream when you're in shock. Bloody hell. I don't even know what to say." Navea had kind of forgotten Cleo came from the UK.
"Was that guy of yours also an angel?"
"Well... maybe a fallen one. But the correct term is actually demon. A nice one actually. Pretty cool. And sweet. And teasing and annoying. But it's a nice change for once."
"Oh dear lord."
"He actually kinda sucks too. The seraphs do most of his work."
"God exists?"
"Yes. But more like in a sense of a battery, you know? We take his powers and he doesn't do a thing. Sometimes he gets angry though and starts doing weird stuff. Most of the time he just... does things, I suppose."
Then Cleo fainted.
"Woah, hey", Naeva said when she fell straight into her arms. The night was going to be longer than she had expected, and it sucked. Not to mention she already missed Merc and cursed herself for not just saying yes. Then she would at least know what Merc was going to do, and then she could either help him or stop him. She truly was a stupid angel.

(Okej, det kanske inte blev kortare, men ändå xD)

Merc enjoyed the idea of being Batman, he didn’t like the heroic weird feats and things though. He didn’t have his very own special Joker to deal with either. He should ask someone to be his Catwoman, he knows a few women who would be happy to be a sexy anti-heroine. If Naeva didn’t look so fucking angelic he could ask her but Catwoman has this dark, mystic sexiness... he could ask Linda. Linda suits that pretty well... and Merc isn’t actually interested in her. Batman isn’t actually in love with Batman and as far as Merc know Catwoman isn’t actually in love with Batman either. Merc does love Lindas Spanish though, the first time they had sex they spoke only in Spanish. Damn, Merc misses those times.

Nowadays they only do it because they happen to both want it at the same time since it’s pretty easy to get that type of favour from anyone nowadays. Well, not precisely anyone, but enough people to satisfy. The fact that the lust can be controlled is pretty nice too. Merc is completely lost in thought as he’s suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed up against a wall.

“Hola, mi amigo“, Linda says while pinning Merc to a wall with her strong, slender arms. They rarely had sex anymore but the tension was there. It often was. Either that or Linda just felt like it tonight, Merc wasn’t sure he did though. He was barely out of the relentless rush of adrenaline he got from being with Naeva. He wondered if that was an angel-thing... or was it just a Naeva-thing? “Heeelloo? Fucking stunning formidable murderer to Merc?” Linda interrupted his thoughts and Merc blinked himself back to reality.
“No more Spanish?” Merc laughed in her face and Linda took a step back. She was the woman Ricky Martin had written his “Livin’ la vida loca” about. It was literal and Linda had helped write a big hit by rick-rolling some bitchy ex-boyfriend of hers. However the song did describe her pretty well, at least some parts.

Linda had beautiful curly dark brown hair that fell gracefully down her shoulders. Just as the song described her skin is the color mocha and her lips are indeed devil-red. Her beauty was unmatched once, but that’s because Mercs taste changed. Every curl of her hair was streaked with a deep purple which matched her bold cat-eyes and dark purple and black eyeshadow screamed “REBEL”. This together with her rustling chains, torn chequered purple pants, neon-yellow net shirt over... oh good lord.

“You didn’t think about wearing a shirt, a real shirt?” Merc asked as his eyes had fallen a little bit to low, he had seen the piercings before... he had just missed the fact that they were so intrusive in his field of vision with their bright white colour.
“Nah, it’s warm here. You don’t like my assets or what?” When Linda spoke English she had this evident South American accent and Merc didn’t know if she always had this. Or if it changed over the several years she had been alive. “Nah, course ya don’t. I saw the chick you hanged around with, hella cute that one. Think she’s up for some extra demon-time with a more experienced woman?” Linda laughed.

“Weren’t we going to murder someone?” Merc said and Linda nodded quickly.
“Yeah, he tried to feel me up when he saw me. Fucking asshole, obviously”, she said and started walking. She didn’t wear any jacket but wore huge boots. Merc ran up to her side and Linda poked at some of the many piercings that adorned her face. “I stuck him over here in a warehouse, he’s scared shitless, man”, she continued and they jumped over one of the many “streets” Venice had. “He don’t like bad girls it seems”, she continued and her evil snicker told Merc that she had probably started without him. She opened the warehouse with a huge grin on her beautifully shaped lips.
“We’re back, honey-bun! Did you miss me?” She called out and walked inside. Merc followed her without question. A desperate groan from further in the warehouse told them that the man was still there. “I brought a friend of mine, you might recognize him? A little anyway? Ya fucking should anyway”, Linda said as they both came into view for the prisoner. His eyes widened in horror and Merc grinned before talking to the man.
“Let’s see how much damage we can do”

"Dioses míos", she whispered. Spanish was one of her favourite languages since that guy she dated for like four years and guarded for about fifty. That however wasn't the point. She was actually cursing and looked down at Cleo.
"¿Por que? Woops, why?" She quickly changed language. She really should start speaking in different languages again though. Cleo was like... half Spanish or something, so that would be a nice start, maybe?
Cleo whimpered and interrupted Naeva's thoughts.
"Dioses míos", Naeva whimpered as Cleo looked up at her.
"Fuck. You're still here."

Naeva was just about to offer Cleo to delete her memories but somehow people always seemed to get offended by that so she kept her mouth shut.
Cleo fell on her back with a sigh, her arm resting over her eyes. "This is just nuts. This is crazy. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Naeva laughed. "Because 'Hello, I'm your guardian angel' isn't really the first thing you want to hear from a stranger."
"You could have tried", Cleo insisted and laid her arm by her side instead so she could look Naeva in the eyes. "Why do I even need a guardian angel?"
Naeva shrugged. "You're some important person for history or something."
Cleo laughed. "I'm not. Really. I won't get my hope up, because that's just bullshit. I'm normal, sorry."
Naeva shook her head. "Hell no, darling. You aren't even flipping out."
"Well... I thought something was wrong when I saw how you looked away when I said you looked angelic. Didn't ever think the words were literal, but whatever. Tell me about that demon guy. Tell me about your date."

Naeva stood up and started to walk around the room. "No. You're crazy. You aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out now, for the love of... dragons or something. I can fly, Cleo. I'm a murderous angel! And you are sitting in my bedroom. Please, start to freak out."
Cleo lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "It's just like a bodyguard thingy, right? Except the flying part I mean. And angel part. You are just like a bodyguard. Just... thousands of times more awesome."
"You're nuts", Naeva muttered and stepped into her bathroom. She wasn't exactly shaking but she was definitely unstable.
She faced her own reflection in the mirror and couldn't understand how she looked so beautiful. The make up was still perfect and her god damn face was as cute as always. Her hair was the only thing that spoke of a rough night. She let her hair out of the pony tail and pulled her hands through it.

"By the way, Naeva. I'm staying the night."
"Bloody hell", Naeva whispered while she stripped off her clothes, a perfect imitation of Cleo's own British accent. This just couldn't be happening. Oh, Merc's offer really sounded like heaven right now. Why had she said no?
"Alright! Just tell me if a hot demon dude comes to window on a flying carpet. Or if he starts climbing. He's kind of crazy. Can't get into the house though." She really had to do something about those wards. Maybe Merc knew what to do?
"Flying carpets are real too?"
"Nah. Merc's a genius. Technology."
"He doesn't happen to have a friend? Boy or a girl doesn't really matter."

Naeva opened the door only dressed in underwear. "You do not want to go there. Didn't you hear what I said earlier? Merc is a nice surprise!"
Cleo was staring at something else though. "You have abs", she breathed.
"Oh my god. That is what happens when you train for a couple of thousands years!"
"You have abs. And you don't look like a monster who's going to crush me..." Cleo continued under her breath.
"I give up. Eres loca", she decided and went in to the bathroom again. "There's an angel tablet in my drawer! Look at it and try to contact Merc for me, will you? He has the god damn keys and... I have a bad feeling."

(Tänkte köra ett tidshopp i mitt nästa inlägg så att hon kan träffa sina föräldrar x3)

"Why are men this dull allowed to walk the earth?" Linda sighed deeply as she carefully cut out the man's eyeballs. He was dead, of course. Otherwise tearing his eyeballs out would have caused a lot more pain and ruckus. The man was no longer tied to the chair Merc had first seen him in, both Linda and he had agreed that the man would be more agreeable hanging from the ceiling in a meathook. The man had died of getting said meathook jabbed through his mouth and straight trough the back of his head. Not instantly but fast enough to take the fun out of it.

Linda saw this as a chance to restock her supplies as she was the most renown witch of the underground. Merc obliged to calling her a demon because that what she wanted to be called but she wasn't. She was just one of few who had managed to enter hell through occult means and with that gained access to even darker magicks. Linda was also one of few to gain the knowledge of immortality spells. The one downside she had compared to Mercs immortality was that hers was... not actual immortality. While she did not age there were other things, like sickness or a high enough fall. She could die of simple mortal means, luckily enough Linda was an amazing witch. Merc knew his share of spells but not even Lucifer could match Linda's magical might. Perhaps that was for the best. Linda usually boasted about how she had bedded the king of the underground after all. It was a bit of a trump card though.

"Oh shit, we gotta go monster-hunting again, I need 'nother cyclops eye!" Linda said as she used her greasy, bloodied right hand to dramatically widen her right eye. "By the moron that starts with a capital G are you even listening anymore?" Merc hadn't been listening and... it showed. Merc was lingering a little on the edge of the pool of blood while he was absent-mindedly kicking some intestines or something around.
"Hmm? What?" Merc said and his foot fell back on the floor.
"What's with ya? You this hung up on some angel-chick you just met? Or is it 'bout the scythe you stole?" Linda asked and placed the eyeballs in a jar which she tapped lightly on before it disappeared in thin air.
"I didn't steal it, I found it", he replies with a sour voice.
"So it's not that... so Merc McHeaven is actually hung up on some random angel-chick... oh! I gotta meet this one... let's go back to your hotel, hon!" Linda said excitedly and the gorey mess on her hands disappeared before she grabbed his arm and her magic forced him to teleport to the hotel.

This particular magic leaves one either itchy, with a headache or jellified. Merc has the luck of being jellified... every single time. So Merc kind of collapses on the balcony against Linda who drags him back inside.
"Daamn, spared n- whaz dat sound?" Her suddenly quick outburst of speech left even Merc confused but her hand went to his pocket and pulled out his pad. It was ringing? Why was Holo-Merc letting someone through!? Merc himself was unable to communicate so Linda propped him up against the bedframe before tapping the reply button herself... after making sure her basically bare chest was in good view.
"Aw mai! Aren't you a cutie! Holy hell! Oh my god look at her Merc! She's so fucking cute! Look at her eyes!" The small second Merc had to see said cute person was not Naeva it was Chloe... damn? “Merc! Say hi!” Linda shoves the screen to his face but rips it away just as quick. “Oh my! Your face is like perfection! Merc why aren’t you dating this girl instead? Actually...” Linda pauses and takes a breath. “Hey, girl, want to date a mighty demon witch?” Linda says while smiling her utmost charming smile.
“Say no...” Merc whispered as his body was starting to function again and Linda ‘playfully’ slapped him on the head. It hurt.

(I'm just gonna roll with your Chloe instead of my Cleo xD that's a hella lot better )

"Hey, Naeva! This sexy demon witch is asking me on a date! Am I allowed to say yes?"
Naeva almost broke the door when she opened it out of shock, still in underwear. That Chloe had been a lot faster than she had thought she would have been. Her make up was gone now, but she hadn't even had the time to change.
"Are you out of your... wow, you're being real?" Naeva blinked.
"Well... Hello! Merc! It's your angel-chick! I saw her in underwear before you!" Naeva heard the woman say and then she saw Merc for a second on the tablet before Chloe started talking to the woman again.
Chloe looked at Naeva with sparkling eyes. "Can they come over? Please, Naeva?" Chloe asked with puppy eyes. Naeva was just about the say no when...
"You said she's a witch? If she can let only herself and Merc in then... go for it. Seriously invite them if you want to." Naeva shrugged. She had a feeling this demon witch was going to like the challenge. And, heck, she would really like to meet Merc again.

She let Chloe say whatever she was saying while Naeva hummed for herself while looking for a dress to wear. She was not going to wear another pair of pants.
"Take simple white one with the flowers on", Chloe said to her for a second before returning to the tablet. Naeva shrugged and did what Chloe said and took the simple white one with the flowers.
It was rather simple. She usually wore it on hot summer days when she wanted a not too special dress. But at the same time it kind of showed off her boobs and her long legs. It was rather puffy so her ass was sort of hidden too. On the whole, it was a really nice dress.
Not really one if you wanted to impress a demon you were crushing on and maybe have a really fun night with, but she was kind of mad at him for leaving in the middle of the date, and she had really wanted to spend some more time with him. So, she wore a casual dress. But it sure as hell showed a lot more of skin than she had showed him tonight.
"So, are our dates coming or not?" she asked Chloe with a smile while she made a fast and easy updo with her hair.

Merc finally finally regained control of his body and he threw himself over Linda who got pushed away from the device that dropped to the floor. Merc quickly grabbed the pad before disappearing out onto the balcony without further care about Linda´s well-being.

“Why would you say yes to that? Linda is crazy!” Merc said and thus avoided the question for a couple moments more.

“Am not!” Linda shouted from the room.
“Are too!” Merc replied instantly. He didn’t really care about who Linda was affiliated with but she damn well not just go with Cleo to sacrifice her or something. Which Linda has done before so he does have actual evidence backing that claim up.
“Am not!” Linda rushed out to the balcony and Merc jumped over the table.
“Are too!” Merc held the tablet in front of his face and grinned as he mimicked Linda.

“Am not!” Linda said and Mercs mouth moved with the words in a clowning fashion. “Don’t you dare do that!” Linda continued as she saw what Merc was doing and he snorted with laughter.

“I’m a demon, damn it, I’m supposed to dare anything!” Merc replied and his laughter remained on his lips as a small smile.
“I can snap my fingers and you’ll be dust, mate, you take care now”, Linda replied with underlying threat but Mercs grin remained unchanged and unscathed. She did manage to nab the pad away from him though.
“Hey! Give it back!” Merc said and Linda laughed before answering yes to the invitation. Much the Mercs dismay before he caught a glimpse of the innocent paper on the table in front of him. Merc picked it up, of course he did, and read its contents.

Tell me what we are supposed to do now, Merc. It seems like I want a little more danger in my life, and whatever comes with you.

The handwriting was far too pretty to be human, Naeva agreed then? Perhaps he shouldn’t anyway? Does she even realize that with that he’s the winner? Well, so far, of course. A demon usually doesn’t get to win in the end, but demons usually don’t war against demons either. Merc carefully folded the piece of paper together and placed it in his pocket. He left the keys on the nightstand by the table as he walked inside before popping up beside Linda with a sweet smile on his lips. Linda noticed it and suddenly shined like a sun.

“Hey, Cleo, have you ever seen someone teleport?” Linda asked with a grin. Cleo didn’t even manage to shake her head before Linda grabbed Mercs arm and teleported again. As they arrived Linda did manage to place Merc against some random furniture so he wouldn’t be lying on the ground.

“You gotta fix these defenses up, they’re ancient. Merc’ll help ya out… when my magic hasn’t made him unable to move…” she said confidently to Naeva. Merc kind of just half nodded from the side of the bed.

“Ey, it’ll wear off quicker now! We’ve done it twice in like the span of thirty minutes so you should be fine soon enough”, she continued and Merc sneered somewhat. She was correct though, he was already getting able to move properly. So he did manage a small nod to Naeva with a grin. "He'll be fine, if nothin' else he's completely available for whatever you feel like doing to him" Linda winked at Naeva and Merc sneered.

Naeva had a hard time to understand everything. Angel or not but there were two demons in her bedroom. And she hadn't even really had the time to adjust for one yet.
But even then she rushed to the bed to make sure Merc was OK. Being an angel and all she kind of always wanted the best for people.
She placed her hand on his forehead, as if she was checking his fever, and then caressed his cheek. "Nice to see you again", she said with a smile and then sat down on the bed, next to him.
She looked at Cleo, whose eyes were big of astonishment, and then at the demon witch. "Cleo can make whatever she want out of her love life, but remember that I'm still kind of her guardian angel and that I will totally kick your ass if you break her heart or hurt her in a more serious way. Not even the court looks lightly over something like that." The court wouldn't do anything that actually meant anything, but what they would do was to give Naeva access to all the weapons she wanted, and then she would try to kill the witch,
Cleo's big eyes turned to her. "Naeva!" she bascially screamed, horrified.
Naeva shook her head. "Hey, I'm only doing my job."
Her stare would have killed Naeva if Cleo had had the powers needed for such a "gift". "Stay out of my love life."
"Done", Naeva agreed and Cleo seemed surprised. "I'm dating a demon too, okay? I'm not a fucking hypocrite." I hope not at least.
She then turned to Merc and smiled, letting Cleo to whatever she wanted with Linda and vice versa.