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Much to Isaiah's chagrin, it<b> was</b> Dylan that stood on the other side of the door holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand looking very apologetic.  He was quite adamant, determined to speak to Isaiah judging from the incessant rapping at his ex-boyfriend's front door. Sure, it wasn't a full dozen roses, but there was plenty of green filler and white lilies mixed in. It was the best he could do since his florist shop of choice wasn't open for business yet, so he was forced to pick this bouquet up at the floral department at the local Publix supermarket.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Isaiah. Please-just. Hear me out. I just want to apologize. I want to make it up to you for what happened. I'm sorry. I fucked up, and I....hurt you. Please forgive me."</span><br/>
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He repeated his apology once Isaiah opened his front door and he could see him face to face, and it soon became obvious to Dylan that Isaiah was very irate, and was completely tuning him out this time instead of quickly forgiving and forgetting. Dylan didn't know whether to enter the apartment and follow Isaiah at that point, because he was giving him a ration of shit for his behavior. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“I'm over your bullshit Dylan. Take your rich boy ass somewhere else before you get robbed,” Isaiah growled, snatching the roses and barely looking at Dylan before storming down the hallway to the stairwell. He left his apartment door open. “I know what you're thinking and I know what you'll do next. I don't want your expensive gifts or to hear any of your false apologies. You're a broken fucking record, Dylan, and I can't stand you. Been that way for a long time."</span></i><br/>
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The demon occupying Dylan's body silently watched Isaiah's little temper tantrum, and laughed inwardly with amusement as all of Dylan's precious belongings were dumped over the side of the stairwell railing.  The door slammed shut and locked behind Isaiah and Dylan. Once the door closed behind them, there would be zero chance of miraculous escape or interference from other tenants.  The hallway outside the stairwell door grew eerily quiet. Not a peep was heard, no one would be alerted to what was happening in the stairwell. <br/>
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Both would remain as such during the exchange in the stairwell between Isaiah and the person that appeared to be his ex-boyfriend, Dylan. The CCTV cameras that had been working perfectly in the security office, developed heavy white noise that obscured any views of the hallway and stairwell at that point. Malfunctioning cameras in a well-kept building would be investigated by security police hired by management to protect their property from theft and vandalism, but the building in which Isaiah lived was not well-kept. <br/>
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Cameras broke, elevators quit running, kids vandalized and defaced the walls, loud domestic disputes occurring more often than not. Sometimes it took a while to get repairs done, if at all. So it was no surprise that the two security guards on duty in the office seemed indifferent when the cameras went out on Isaiah's floor,  checking on it didn't appear to be a priority. Perhaps if the two rent a cops had investigated the malfunction, they would have witnessed the blurry image of a solid black humanoid mass coming and going from apartment 6A.<br/>
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The mysterious entity seemed to pause at the door of apartment 6A, waiting for the door to open. It eventually did, and Isaiah appeared to be talking to nothing in front of him. The amorphous humanoid entity seemed to follow behind a very angry Isaiah a few moments later, pausing as Isaiah paused to open a door in the hallway leading to the stairwell.  The entity followed shortly after, and the door closed.  Of course, this would all have been seen on a working camera. There was nothing but white lines and static for at least ten minutes. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Isaiah paused, looking to Dylan in contemplation, crossing his arms over his bare chest but standing at his full six foot two inch height.</span></i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“We bring out the worst qualities in each other. I need to be better than that. If I find anything else of yours I'll be sure to toss it with the rest. Sound amicable? Now get the fuck out of my hallway you piece of shit.” Arguments in the building were normal occurrences. No one even opened their apartment doors to look anymore and this was far from how exciting things could get. Isaiah pointed to the stairs.</span></i><br/>
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Having disguised its true form by using Dylan as a lure, the black swirling mass suddenly materialized behind Isaiah. It quickly took on the solid form of an eight foot tall hellish beast. In moments, the inhuman being towered over Isaiah, its skin covered with scales. The scales were green over most of its body except around its face and neck, where they were light brown with touches of yellow splotches. It had a long ear on each side of its head that rose up to a sharp point that stopped about one inch above the top of its head, with two ebony colored tusks projecting from its skull not unlike the horns of a bull.<br/>
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As it breathed, the huge muscles underneath its scales rose and fell, rippling like giant steel cables. Its eyes were shaped like cat's eyes, except they were a pure inky black with a yellow flame that burned in their recesses. Its huge nostrils flared, but it was breathing through a mouth filled with jagged points that resembled shark's teeth. The demon was undoubtedly taking on a male persona, judging from the unnaturally large, engorged cock and enormous testicles present between its scale covered thighs. The muscles of its legs were massive, and at their terminus were cloven hooves instead of feet.<br/>
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The demon made certain that Isaiah was trapped in the stairwell. Its rank smell was almost overpowering, the aroma of rotting flesh, death, and purulence emanated from its scales. As it exhaled a heavy breath, the stench was guaranteed to reach Isaiah's delicate nose. And if Isaiah hadn't yet noticed that he wasn't his precious ex-boyfriend, the demon began laughing as if he found the whole situation humorous. The beast's laughter sounded like the scraping of stone within a deep pit.<br/>
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One sinewed arm rose and quickly grabbed Isaiah by his shoulder. Where its hand and fingernails should have been present, there were animal-like claws meant for tearing apart human flesh, and eviscerating the organs. Its unyielding grasp of Isaiah's shoulder by the demonic entity had enough force to restrict his movement, but could have torn his arm out of its socket if it desired to do so. Its claws would leave a burning sensation that felt like a red hot iron that had been pulled from the flames of a blacksmith's oven. <br/>
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The only purpose the demon had was to cause as much pain and suffering as possible to humankind.<br/>
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Finally Bilquis spoke.<br/>
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"So you are the little human Kais can't keep his dick out of."</span> he purred, speaking in a mocking, patronizing tone of voice.<br/>
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It was almost as if Bilquis welcomed Isaiah's struggle, even encouraging it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"It's a pity that I won't get to play with you tonight. NO NO NO. I'm only the delivery man this time! I am sure that my brothers will use you well, and by that time you'll be so broken in I won't rip you in half when its my turn to fuck you."</span><br/>
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Bilquis' abyssal gaze peered over the railing to the clothing belonging to Dylan and the 'forgive me" roses he purchased scattered two floors below, the demon allowed Isaiah to hear his ex-boyfriend's voice for a split second because he felt the hijacked human's rage.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"You always were soooo fucking gullible Isaiah. Weak, useless and a really shitty lay."</span> Dylan's voice mocked before his wicked laughter deepened back into a raspy demonic sounding voice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"You know the saying, "opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and they all stink? I won't take his word for it, Isaiah. I'm sure you're a better lay than he said! We'll find out later, hm?"<br/>
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"Looks like its time to go. Isaiah. Shall we?"</span><br/>
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Without waiting for Isaiah to answer his questions or acknowledge his statements, Bilquis snatched Isaiah up. Whether or not Isaiah was kicking and screaming for mercy at that point, he hefted the human over one massive shoulder as if he weighed as much as a fly.  To make his departure from the human dimension as quick and as painless as possible, an inky black portal opened up in the stairwell wall, and a victorious Bilquis stepped over its threshold carrying his captive. The pulsing vortex closed like a zipper, their forms dematerializing completely from view.<br/>
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</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>"Looks like the cameras on the sixth floor are working again. Now that's weird."</i> Tony said to his partner, Demarcus, as he ate his second slice of pizza at the security desk.<br/>
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Demarcus was going to make his rounds and check out the sixth floor, but now the cameras were working just fine. <br/>
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With no further need to get off his ass and leave his chair to go investigate, he grabbed a slice of pizza from the box on his partner's desk and laughed. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Saved me a trip then."</span></i><br/>
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