As the saying goes,<i>be careful of what you wish for.  </i>Zuureth was about to find out the folly of his ways with his insistence on knowing her name and other questions he’d asked.  For when the blue-eyed blonde spoke, her voice once again beguiled him.  Orias was just as transfixed, if not more so.  He couldn’t recall the last time his friend and mentor remained so quiet.<br/><br/>The woman identified herself as Juniper, and already Zuureth was unsure whether he should be offended or not at her statement of, "All demons aim to hurt my kind."  Well, he didn’t see himself as “all demons,” though he wasn’t about to argue with her either.  He was sure she had justification for her beliefs.  Still, what could she have possibly done in order to be branded a traitor from Heaven?  Surely, a mistake or two had been made along the way, resulting in her banishment.  He snorted at the thought, knowing Heaven was full of the high-and-mighty types.<br/><br/>Zuureth soon realized he needed to concentrate on what Juniper was saying, rather than be caught like a deer in headlights at her rhapsodic voice.  Her warning about the names on his body was appreciated, though he still felt an uneasiness about it.  “You must have angered your lord to deserve such a treacherous mission," she said.  That statement caught the demon’s attention, and he very nearly laughed about it.<br/><br/>In his head, he thought,<i>Well, y’see blondie, er, Juniper.  Here I was, partying with two hot women, getting all naked and such.  Next day I wake up and this lame-ass, also known as Orias, tells me I got a job to do.  Then he explains all these tattoos on me, though can’t read any of it for shit.  Turns out the pair of hotties also had a tattoo of their own on me.  Sadly, they’re now in His presence.</i><br/><br/>Yeah, Zuureth didn’t think that’d go over too well, so he kept those thoughts to himself.  "You have your answers.  May I leave now?" she asked quietly.  Juniper’s question brought him outta his trance-like state.  He shrugged, seeing no reason to hold her.  She did, after all, attempt to help him and she did answer his questions.<br/><br/>Ever so close to opening the door for her, he stopped when he heard a hiss on the other side.  Even the door knob’s rattling finally woke Orias up, though he remained standing where he was, staring at Juniper in disbelief.  The angel looked stricken, her face pale.  A more forceful rattle this time, though the door refused to yield to the abuse.  At this rate, Zuureth knew the demons (their identity was obvious to the trio by now) on the other side would soon breach the door, exposing Juniper in the process.<br/><br/>Seeing as how Orias wasn’t gonna do jackshit about any of this, Zuureth stole one more glance at Juniper.  The look on her face while she regarded her broken bracelet tugged at his heartstrings.  Wait, what?!  Demons had heartstrings?!  Fuck it.  Best keep that to himself, too.  One last nod to the pair, and he stepped out into the hallway, with absolutely no clue on what to do next.<br/><br/>“What’s up, guys?” Zuureth asked the crowd, sounding as casual as possible.  “Y’know, y’all just woke me up from my nap, right?”<br/><br/>“Give us the angel, asshole, and keep your feeble attempts at humor to yourself,” hissed the obvious leader of the pack.  There was a twitch to his eyes, indicating one psychotic motherfucker.<br/><br/>“Asshole?  Asshole?!” Zuureth repeated, offended at the insult.  “<i>You </i>calling<i>me </i>an asshole?”<br/><br/>“Enough with the stalling!” he bellowed, clearly agitated.  “Have your way with her and we will be back in two hours to collect our prize.  If you’re not here with her in that time, we will hunt you down and . . . .”<br/><br/>Zuureth’s boisterous laughter seemed to rattle the lead demon, as he looked at his comrades while they glanced in turn toward each other.  “First of all, jerkoff,<i>you </i>don’t get to tell<i>me </i>what to do,” he warned.<br/><br/>“What makes you so sure?" he asked.  “You obviously don’t know how to count, as we outnumber you six-to-one.”  The shit-for-brains demon grinned maniacally, as if that’s all it took: numbers.<br/><br/>Sarcastically nodding in agreement, Zuureth offered, “Fair enough.  So I just have one more question for y’all.  Now, do<i>ANY </i>of you shitheads really wanna<i>FUCK </i>with<i>THIS</i>?!?!”  At that, he opened his shirt, revealing his tattooed chest.  Each and every one of the six demons shrank back at what they saw, some even stumbling over their retreating mates.  Demon leader was no different, as he faltered backward, almost falling on his ass.  A few more steps toward them, and they couldn’t get out of each other’s way fast enough, sprinting away from Zuureth.<br/><br/>Smiling with obvious relief, the demon returned his shirt to how it was prior to the reveal.  Back in room #413, he closed and locked the door, though by now, he was certain that the lock did not matter.  The message had been sent.  Juniper and Orias stared at him, their expressions almost the same, wondering why he was still in one piece.<br/><br/>Deciding to break the lull, Zuureth said, “She’s gotta come with us.  There’s no fucking way she’s gonna survive on her own, not with that broken bracelet.”  Only he knew of the throbbing tattoo over his heart (of all places!), knowing it was Juniper’s symbolic name.