The Demons Assistant

Episode 4: Kenzie

“Hurry up she’s almost ready to leave!” I scream at the workers. They are fixing a room for my new assistant. I’m putting everything she loves in this room. It’s going to be large, with several rooms. And very pink. She loves that. With an entire room just for electronics. I look at her file again, memorising everything it tells me about her. Except her name. things that other people choose don’t show up on here. Only biology and personality. I notice something, probably a glitch but found it strange anyway. I look at the time. I run downstairs as it says she wants to leave “Finish up in 5 minutes. Shell be up by then.” I tell the workers as they hurry to finish the job. Good thing they all have super speed. I arrive downstairs to find Brook, a common Demon assisting my new helper. I notice that she is trying to take off her new bracelet, not quite reaching it. No doubt brook told her not to touch it.

I arrive at the door and I notice my new human is fidgeting and uncomfortably confused. “it’s ok, brook, I can take it from here.” I nod at the other demon as she shrugged off. I look over at the teenager, the file says that she’s 18. Still in school, I must change that. She won’t have time for school. Not anymore. I noticed a gothic girl over the shoulder of my new pink-obsessed Assistant. “I can explain everything. Your friend can come too” I say as I walk over to an empty table. No doubt the one they just were sitting at.

I explain that I’m a demon and that all demons have a person to do everything they wish, a slave. I told her that she had to do as any demon says because she took an obedience potion and that her bracelet, when activated stops the person from leaving the premises. Both girls looked confused but the goth one said “I knew it. I knew magic existed!” she stood up and started cheering, causing all the customers and staff to stare at her. Her cheeks filled with pinkness and sat back down. Everyone went back to what they were doing. “You also get your own room.” I say and hand her a new key, entirely pink. A colour that matched her door, “Your friend can come too.” I start walking up the staircase next to the bar.

Once we get to her door, second in the long line of doors, I let her open her new door to her new pad. The workers should have been finished by now. I looked on as she entered and went in to explore. She went into the next room and then ran out again to the hallway. “That shouldn’t be possible, the doors are only a few metres apart, how can so much space be inside?” I chuckled “I told you that demons exist, that you’re now a slave and your questioning your room size? I must really have broken you” just then the Goth piped up “Sorry Layla, it’s too pink, I got to bail, but I’ll come and visit.” And with that, two things happened. I now know her name now: Layla. And without another word the gothic friend left with a whirl of her black jacket.

“I’ll leave you to get settled. There’s a bell, when I ring it means I need you. If you hear it, please hurry because it probably would be important.” And then I left her to get settled and give her space. I sigh once I get downstairs. “Even her name is perfect!” and then I looked around making sure no one could hear me. I get behind the bar and get to work.

A few hours later I’m on a phone call to my Masseuse. “But I need you. You can’t be on holiday!” I complain on the phone. He’s gone on a family holiday to Hawaii. I sigh and then realised that it wasn’t a problem. I ring the bell for Layla to come downstairs as I hang up the phone. After about a minute I see her walking towards me. “Can you please give me a massage? My masseuse went on holiday, and I have knots on top of knots.” I ask. This was her choice. I didn’t want to make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. She nodded and starting massaging. Her small hands on my back felt relaxing. I almost fell asleep. After an hour I felt so relaxed I basically fell asleep anyway. I let her go back into her room as I went to mine. It was getting late after all. I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow and dreamt of Layla.

The next morning, I was talking to Brook next to the bar when I saw Layla coming downstairs. I turned around to face her. “Hey, I need a favour from you. I can’t go outside during the day, so I need you to go to the shops and buy some groceries.” She nodded of and I rattled on about the list I made in my head about what I needed. Once I was sure she got it, I told her that it was ok to pick something nice for her and handed my gold card and removed her bracelet. I got a sliver of fear that she wouldn’t return. So, with shame, I ordered her to come straight back after she was finished. That way I could make sure shed return. She left about an hour later. Mumbling something about being the only person her age that doesn’t have her own transport. Or licence. I have to organise that for her. Both a vehicle and a licence.

A few hours later I noticed that she didn’t resist the pull to come home so I wanted to reward her. I asked brook, my best friend for advice. “My human complains how they never get to visit their family or friends. But then again, I don’t really care. You shouldn’t either.” I let the comment slide as she was my best friend. If it was anyone else, they would be a pile of ash right now. Literally. I think about what she said though. About family and friends. She never got to tell them what happened, or to say goodbye. I look towards the door as I see a happy Layla holding a bag of groceries and a giant chocolate bear. She handed me the bag and the gold card and went to go back to her room, but I stopped her. “You didn’t resist. At all. I’m rewarding you by your freedom. Not only are you not getting the bracelet back, but you also get a few days, until Wednesday to meet up with friends and family and tell them what you wish. That your moving and you have a new job. Whatever you wish.

I saw as her eyes started to glaze with tears. “Thank you.” And with that the smile returned. “You can leave whenever you wish.” I tell her as she hugged me around my waist. My tallness stopping her from hugging me any higher. She’s of average height for her species. All royal demons are just huge. She picked up the bear she dropped earlier and ran to her room to get ready. I lasted a few years without a helper. I can handle a few days.

One and a half days later Layla returned home a day early, crying and running straight to me. She explained that her parents moved houses to live with her and that they took her stuff with them. She told them where she actually worked but she didn’t want to face them. I nodded. “I’ll take care of it.” About a few hours later her parents arrive, taking bags out of the boot and leaving them just outside of the front door. I watched as the father started the engine. They were going to dump her stuff and leave. I run to their car before the mother got in the car. I held the car up so the wheels weren’t touching the asphalt.

The father got out of his car and came stomping to me. “What are you doing to my car?!” he screamed at me. “HOW DARE YOU! YOU OFFEND YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, THEN TRY TO DUMP HER STUFF ON THE CURB AND DRIVE AWAY THEN OFFEND ME?!” I laugh. A sickly laugh. One that sends shivers down their spine. “YOU ARE GOING TO DELIVER HER STUFF AT HER DOOR. NOW. I trust you know which one it is, it’s bright pink, can’t miss it.” I said pointing inside to the staircase. The adult humans scurried to pick up bags and running upstairs to the second door. Dumping the stuff at the door of Layla’s room. Once all bags were delivered, I told them to go, and they scurried like rats back to their den. I knocked on the door and left. Best not to know what happened. I went downstairs and left Layla to settle and unpack for the rest of the day.

A week went by, and Layla stayed a mopey mess. I tried to do all I could to cheer her up but nothing I tried worked. I was close to giving up when I remembered a boxing match was scheduled the next morning. I look at the candidates, a royal and a commoner. Royal will win for sure, but they will make it entertaining. I told Layla, half hoping she’d attend. Ill must wait and see.

The next morning, I searched the crown for a mopey teenager. I found her but she was smiling. I sat down on the carpet beside her, with a clear view of the boxing ring. The referee stated the rules which were always the same. “No c**k shots, Hits to the face or magic. Play fair.” If someone breaks these rules, then the offender is disqualified, and the one left standing is the winner by default.

The match started and it was good. The royal wasn’t trying too hard to give the people a show. There was gut punches and sweeping the floor. It wasn’t until midway that the royal was starting to lose with a spray of blood from a punch to the gut. He wasn’t putting on a show, he was losing, something was wrong. Someone must have tampered with the fight because royals never lose. Ever. The commoner knocks him to the ground and punches his opponent unconscious. He wins. I mumble to myself about how the commoner shouldn’t have one and Layla picks up on it. I explain the two types of demons, Royal and common. Royals tend to be larger, stronger and faster than the commons. I explain how I’m a royal and that I get to choose who I want whether slave or partner, but commoners are get what they are given.