“My eyes are up here!” Redness covered the woman’s face, along with a scowl. The woman was in her late thirties. Wearing what could only be classified as daily cubicle attire. Yet the buttons on her pin up shirt had been purposely left open, revealing her ample chest. Snatching away the small box off his cart. Hissing as she turned back to her cubicle. “She’d gotten it wrong” Novice groaned to himself, brushing his black bangs away from his eyes. So she was definitely hot mom material but he’d not been staring at her womanly assets. It was a picture on her desk that had whisked him away into his memories. The black lab…. Chewy… A few more boxes and random letters off his cart and the elevator was calling his name. Stepping in pushing the cart it squeaked loudly, startling the young woman who was to busy swiping to look up at him. Novice own reflection as the door closed caused him to smile deviously. So maybe he’d fallen into a bit of a goth faze. It’s twenty twenty three, a bit of eye makeup and black nail polish wasn’t the worst thing around. Pale skin brought out the icy blue reflection as he winked a bit. “Weirdo” The girl grumbled tossing him a two finger peace sign as she departed. “This job is stupid!” He groaned leaning over the cart, sighing obnoxiously loud. “Why couldn’t mom have found me a job putting books away” “This one’s pretty heavy. Might want to bring the cart over here Nicky” The man’s voice was nonchalant, bossy, and definitely insensitive. “Nobody calls me that anymore” he hissed, glaring at him as he turned. “We’ll just because you chop half your hair off senior year, start wrapping yourself to hide stuff, and call yourself Novice. Doesn’t make you any less my brother’s daughter” His smile was soft and warm, even though his words cut like a blade. “Do I need to act as if that’s not what the universe choose for you?” “Whatever” Novice grumbled, flipping his uncle off without hesitation and tossed the box on the cart. “At least you’re not faking it. Then talking crap behind my back” He’d not been lying, that box was at least fifty pounds or more. Yet it didn’t have any labels saying as much. Peculiar for sure, the address and location of the office written on in messy handwriting. “Just take it up to her office” His uncles voice called out as the cart squealed to move. Each floor of the large skyscraper passed by in rhythm till the twenty eighth floor dinged. Of course it was the floor only the executives had their offices. One story below the ceo, hoping that his mother was out to lunch or something as he stepped off. Of course that wasn’t the case, his mother’s blonde hair cascading down her backside to halfway. A black dress adorned her body, but she was talking to a man. Thankfully looking the other way as he slide down the adjacent hallway. The hallway was filled on either side with pictures and trophies from sale’s quotas. All leading up to the door at the end of the long hallway. Mrs. Danger was the head of something important that’s why she’d gotten a corner office. As he stepped to the door noises inside made him think “dam she’s even got a tv”. A single knock and as he opened the door “bam”. It was a scream, his own girly shrill scream that caused them both to notice the open door. At the center of the room stood a large red wooden desk, atop it sat the woman who had called him out earlier for “staring”. The look on her face red and horrified. Mrs. Danger was standing between her thighs and gasped loudly. “Omg! I’m so sorry” Novice mumbled, the box slipping from his hands. A smash filled the room, one like porcelain hitting concrete. Then a blanket of black fog slowly started to leak out of the box. Now the couple were quickly fixing their garments as a greenish skinned man floated out of the blackness. Atop his semi bald head sat a small black ponytail that hung down onto his shoulders. Eyes of a grey and red mixture as he looked at everyone. Ear to ear smile revealed sharp shark like teeth. “You must be the wife and her mistress?” The things voice was harsh sounding and annoyingly squeaky. “Do I have a bone to pick with you two” As if every word was a nail sliding across a chalkboard. Then its attention turned to him. And he looked back at the demonic creature with fear clutching at his throat. Unable to form a word as it asked for his name. “It’s the bag boy.” Mrs. Danger huffed, tossing something on her desk as she walked around it. “What are you and why are you here?” “You both are marked for death. I believe your wife found me and found out about you” A smile crossed his face and in a second and a swirl of black fog. Ripping and tearing sounds, blood splattered across the grey painted walls and a single painting behind the desk. The demon sat on the desks edge. Each of the woman’s heads in one of his hands. Blood nearly covering his upper half and arms. Bodies leaking, discarded on the floor. “I’m sure you’re horrified. I am genuinely sorry for you having to watch that” His grin was full as he looked down at each face. “Terrible, just terrible” “Please don’t “ He started to wine, feeling an awful wetness starting to run down his legs. “You aren’t guilty of anything…. I have no quarrel whatsoever with you” Tossing the heads to the ground,wiping hands against chest. To no avail because blood covered them too. “I will grant your wish” The surrounding darkness became dense. It wouldn’t be long before the shadows overtook him completely.