Alex supposed it was funny, even to him, so he had to almost bite his lip snot to burst out laughing. Him, too trusting? Oh, the irony. But he’d have to be careful. After so many years, he didn’t know the proper behaviour of humans anymore, he supposed, so if she called his cover too trusting, he’d have to work on that. These witches were suspicious enough without him acting so.<br/><br/>Alex didn’t think anyone wouldn’t be suspicious after what he put them through. Every single week for the past year, his demons had attacked them. And often enough, they were attacked a second time each week by random demons not under his control. Despite a relatively small population, the rather remote Douglasville had an active supernatural life, seeing as this was one of the spots where the layers between hell and the normal world were thinnest, meaning even the weakest demons could shimmer to the surface here.<br/><br/>Not to mention, the great prize presented by the three sisters here, which not only drew demons, but warlocks as well. Pesky humans, those warlocks, but useful alleys to have.<br/><br/><strong>“I will read over the documents, don’t worry. And yes, you can call me Alex, Chloe. I am looking forward to a fruitful –working- relationship between us.”</strong><br/><br/>He gave her his most seductive smile, his dark eyes almost seeming to burn, like glowing coals, before he focussed his attention on the paperwork she had given him. He didn’t really care about money all that much. Some of the accounts he had set up centuries earlier gave him more pay out than anyone could spend in a year.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The boy’s mother received the call from the police at work. Her son had been murdered brutally! The mother rushed out of the library, into the underground parking lot… but she wasn’t alone.<br/><br/>In the dark shadows of the parking lot, another Daeva was prowling. It could feel, taste and smell the heart of its assigned target. With a screech it rushed from the shadows, thanking its luck that only it and its target were in the underground parking lot.<br/><br/>The woman was distracted, tears streaming down her face, as she trembled, trying to get her cellphone out, so she could call her husband and her daughters school. But before she could finish dialling any number, her eyes widened, her mouth forming an ‘O’, as her colour fled her skin.<br/><br/>Three bloody holes formed on her chest, oozing blood, spreading in her shirt, staining it dark red, ever growing. A ripping sound echoed, and she dropped to her knees, before hitting the floor, dead already. A large hole in her back, her spine crushed, gaped up, oozing more blood. Once more, the forensics would find her heart missing, torn out.<br/><br/>The Deava cackled, consuming the ripped out heart, before it fled the scene, its success rippling through the shadows to its master…<br/>