Late at night, three days later, in a dark alley in Portland, Daemom drove his sword into the demon's heart. The demon let out a furious roar like a rabid animal, its mouth full of teeth, spraying saliva everywhere. The Infernal Being tried to use its claws to attack the young man, but it was futile. As time passed, the demon began to lose strength and gradually life itself.
Withdrawing his sword from the demon's heart, black blood splattered on the ground. Daemom watched as the demon's body turned to ash and disappeared completely in an instant.
"What happens to demons when they die?" Daemom asked curiously to the pink serpent coiled around his arm while he caught his breath.
Compared to his first fight, Daemom was much more comfortable and proficient in the art of the sword, no longer looking like a complete novice.
"They simply disappear and cease to exist. Some demons believe in the existence of Limbo, a place between the world of the living and the dead, but no one has ever successfully proven Limbo's existence," Amara looked at Daemom and spoke softly.
"Hmm..." Making the sword in his hand disappear, Daemom let out a tired sigh. "That's seven now, and it seems endless."
Over the past three days, Daemom had killed seven demons, successfully ambushing each one by luring them to a specific location. It wasn't too difficult given how intelligent they were. As Amara had told him, most demons were led by their own instincts, like animals full of desires for blood and destruction.
These types of demons hadn't even begun to learn how to manipulate their own demonic energy. Only demons that overcame their instincts and started thinking rationally began to improve. These demons were known as low-ranking demons or imps.
Daemom hadn't encountered any yet, but according to Amara, these types of demons could already blend in among humans. Naturally, this wasn't a problem for the young prince of hell, who could see souls and perceive the true form of a being.
Speaking of seeing souls, Daemom discovered that humans couldn't see souls; only demons and angels could, though they were limited, with many only able to see the quality of a human soul.
Daemom's soul reading, on the other hand, allowed him to see souls directly, discern if someone was lying, and even spy on some of the target's secrets. It was practically an upgraded version of the abilities of both races.
According to Amara, these were abilities he inherited from his father. Others would awaken in due time, especially now that he had awakened his angelic side, which made him anxious for more of his awakening.
"Dae, what are we going to do? We're out of food and don't have any money. I want cookies..." Amara spoke in a spoiled tone, sliding her body up his arm and reaching his neck.
Although she didn't need food, Daemom did, and she had also completely fallen in love with human food, especially cookies, which she had stolen from a child.
Daemom couldn't help but let out another sigh. The noble prince of Hell had no food or money and had to resort to theft. If others knew, he would definitely become a subject of disdain.
"Let's find a job for now," Daemom said, adjusting his crumpled shirt as he left the alley and ventured into the nighttime world of Portland.
Walking down the sidewalk, Daemom couldn't help but notice that the air in Portland was exceptionally clean compared to Modesto. The City of Roses deserved to be the second greenest city in the world and the greenest in the United States. The number of electric cars on the streets was impressive, one of the reasons the air was so clean compared to cities like New York or Los Angeles.
As he walked, Daemom thought about how to get a part-time job. His first option was prostitution. He would definitely be popular in the world's oldest profession given his appearance, but he immediately rejected it. He wouldn't stoop so low as to sell his body.
Not that he looked down on those who did, as long as they didn't commit any crimes; any job that put food on the table at the end of the day was a dignified one.
Daemom considered other options like pizza delivery and many other similar jobs, but he dismissed them after a while. He had no doubt that he would end up beating up his future boss or an uncouth customer.
Unknowingly, Daemom stopped in front of a nightclub, and from the long line, it was packed. Looking up, he saw the neon sign of the place – Marid's Den. Thinking of something, Daemom's lips curled into a confident smile as he walked towards the luxury club.
He ignored the long line and the unfriendly stares he was receiving from people and stood in front of the huge security guard.
"Name." Looking at the young man with a cold stare, the security guard asked, holding a clipboard.
"Daemom Morningstar. My name is on the list." Daemom replied confidently, his blue eyes fixed on the nightclub's security guard. A red light appeared in the prince of Hell's eyes, and the security guard's face showed a stunned expression. He glanced at the list in his hand and showed a look of realization.
"Your name is on the list. Please, go in." The security guard stepped aside and gestured for Daemom to enter.
"Have a good shift, Mr. Security." With a smirking smile at the guard, Daemom entered the club, leaving some people obviously dissatisfied, but they said nothing in front of the huge security guard.
Crossing a dark corridor, Daemom walked through a curtain and was greeted by a dazzling light show. Contrary to what he expected, the entire environment was elegant and luxurious, decorated in a Middle Eastern style. Some semi-naked women danced sensually to a deep, sensual music on a stage to the right. Men and women were sitting around glass tables throughout the club. Most of the men were smoking from bongs, releasing large amounts of smoke.
The men mostly wore suits, while the women wore dresses that were clearly too short to be considered dresses in the first place. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and something else lingered
in the air. The waiters and waitresses carried silver trays with some kind of Oriental pots, which burned blue incense that spread through the air like smoke, creating a dreamy atmosphere.
For a moment, Daemom's senses were overwhelmed by numerous emotions, with lust being the most prominent.
"Your hypnosis won't last more than a few minutes on the security guard," Amara whispered in his ear. Her reptilian eyes constantly scanned the environment, clearly intrigued by everything. It was obviously her first time in a nightclub, something Daemom shared as well.
Taking a deep breath, Daemom tried to focus on Amara's voice while wondering if this was yet another awakening of his powers.
"It doesn't matter; even if the guard remembers, he won't care. Not when his job is to keep out people who aren't on the list. He won't risk his job for me," Daemom murmured as he walked towards the bar, where hundreds of glass bottles lined the shelf behind it.
Sitting on the plush, cushioned stool, Daemom rested his elbows on the bar and looked at the bartender with his incredibly blue eyes.
The bartender, in turn, looked at Daemom with suspicion. Although Daemom's face was slightly older than it appeared, it didn't change the fact that he was fifteen, with two days left before he turned sixteen.