chapter 20: who

McPorky's (late night)

I arrived at one of my favourite establishments. The smell of rich and overly fattening food filled my sense, even before my skin tingled at the moderate gluttony hugged my senses.

This restaurant was the join work of many demons in the city. Although my role in its creation was minor, I loved this place. You see any mortal that ate here became very easy to affect with our dark gifts, and any under dark gifts would feel the need to come here if they were nearby.

I decided to sit at the bar and make small talk with the few other demons who had decided to pick targets for the evening. After swaping some minor stories, I sensed a gluttonous urge throb from the entrance. My senses stir, expecting to see a blimp of a human. I turned with excitement, but seen Vicky's friend Ashley. Taken back slightly and scanning deeper. I wasn't wrong, since I last took a deep look into her, food had become her source of comfort, addiction and sexual trigger.

I watched her go and order, my demonic nature driving more then my personality. I watched her drive into her sin. She was still in her yoga suit. I watches her attack her food and sensed her urges. They weren't that strong, but her will power was paper thin. 'I want her' the thought popped into my mind.

Then with a tap to the back of my head I was brought back to reality, "you still listening runt?", came the voice beside me. The voice and the hand that hit me belonged to Brodden. Brodden was also an imp, however, unlike most our kin, which tended to be smaller then average human, Brodden was huge. He stood nearly 7 feet tall, and had a jaw large enough to almost fit two watermelons in. And almost as wide as that many men. His large gut hid his unnatural strength. As his expensive suit did a good job hiding his poor attitude.

"Of course", I lied. Other then Brodden owning 60% of this place, I couldn't care if he was still breathing, even less about what he was bragging about. My eyes were glued to the endless gluttony of Ashley across the room. She was stuffed, her tight belly showing just a sliver of flesh.

"I don't think you heard what I said Runt. That girl is mine. I spotted her this morning.", grumbled Brodden.

Normally I would back down from Brodden, I blame my dark nature for what I said, "No Brodden, I seen her weeks ago and have been working hard on her."

It's unfortunate that Brodden's reply was to smash a chair over the back of my head. When I awoke later, the bar had closed, and a scribbled note was on my face.

'don't worry runt. I won't make her take too long before she's too dark for you tastes.'