The Demons Assistant

Episode3: Boxing match

The next morning, I hung around downstairs. There was supposed to be a boxing match starting soon that I wanted to watch. I sat on the Mottled Grey carpet and Kenzie Joined me. “Are you feeling better?” she asked. I nodded and took another sip from the drink in my hand. Now knowing it was real magic kind of lessened the explosion of taste that I had but it was still quite powerful. Something I needed. I look up as the crowd starts cheering. An older demon stepped into the ring. I knew it was a demon because humans weren’t allowed to fight. Safety reasons, I guess. I wince as another wave of loud cheering fill the arena. Another demon younger than his opponent stepped into the ring the ring master or referee or whoever he’s called calls out the rules. “No magic, c**k shots, shots to the face or kicking are allowed. Fair game only or your disqualified. Am I clear?”

The two opponents say clear and nod at the same time. Obviously, Demon boxing goes by different rules here. The old me would rationalise that the magic part of the referee’s rules was a joke. A coy for the guests but Demons do have magic. So, it’s a fair rule. I watch as the boys groped and grabbed and punched each other. Kind of reminded me how angry I was. How weak I was. Blood sprayed the crowd as the younger opponent punched him in the gut hard enough, he spewed blood and his mouth guard came out. The younger guy ducked and weaved as he was much smoother and faster than the older and Much larger opponent who was relying on strength alone. The older dude kept trying to punch his attacker but the younger one kept bobbing, ducking, and weaving all while throwing punches avoiding his man parts and his face. He does a sweeping motion with his arm while crouching that knocks the large man over. The smaller man climbs on top of him and punched his gut unconscious. The younger boy wins. The referee hold up the winner’s hand declaring he was, indeed, the winner. The prize: $50 worth of free anything from the entire threshold. His smile said everything. He was going to have fun.

“The larger opponent was royalty. How could a commoner beat him?” Kenzie wondered aloud. “What do you mean?” she sighed. Heavily. “There are two types of demons, Royalty and Commoners. I’m Royalty. I get to pick what or who I want whether they be slave or partner. The commoners don’t get to choose. They are given what they are given. And they have no choice in the matter. I’m trying to change that. The main difference is the size. Commoners are smaller than us. Not by much but still. Also, Royalty are stronger and faster. That commoner boy shouldn’t have beaten him. Something was wrong with the fight. The Royal was much too slow. Almost like…” she abruptly stood up and walked away.

I spent the rest of the day in my room finally unpacking my boxes when a different kind of alarm sounded. I rushed downstairs and there were people Human and Demon alike panicking and running around. I found Kenzie in the mess. She was talking to the Waitress. Brook, I think her name was. I went to Join them to see if Kenzie needed me. “Good you’re here. Can you please direct everyone to a wall to line up? Thank you. It’s too crowded in here to do any searching.” I nodded and kept yelling for people to remain calm and go stand in a line against the wall. Some people listened but most didn’t. they were too high strung. A loud whistle filled the area. It came from Brook. “Everyone line up now!” I followed the crowd to line up.

“Someone drugged a royal. They wanted someone to lose. Or was it for someone to win? We have no idea. I’ve brought David out of the Infirmary to Identify the perpetrator.” Just then the loser of the fight came out of the shadows bandaged and broken. “Who gave the poison to you?” he then pointed at me. I stepped forward and Kenzie’s eyes were wide with shock. “I didn’t-” Kenzie interrupted me with “Stop. Just stop. Why Layla. I trusted you.” I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t preach my innocence. Just then David spoke “Not her. HIM” he pointed to the guy next to me in line. He came forth and it looked like he was going to surrender but then he bolted. Good thing Brook stopped him. She dragged the older guy by the neck and pushed him to his knees. Me, still not being able to do nothing and say nothing, tried to resist the potion but I couldn’t. “Oh, I almost forgot. Layla I’m sorry. You can go back in line now.” Kenzie said. Released from the order I run back to my spot in the line. “Gerald, you are under arrest for treason and drugging a royal.” Kenzie made a shooing motion with her hand and the guards took him away to prison.

We were all quite shocked to learn that David was drugged but apparently Gerald was a commoner who wanted another commoner to win. Apparently, he just wanted to even the playing field. “Layla. What are you thinking?” Kenzie asked. “I can see your brain working. I know more about you than even you realise. The information of your life is in our database. So, when I say I know you I KNOW you.” I shrugged. “Truth was. I’m confused on How someone so powerful like David can get drugged enough that he was that slow and weak. It must have been enough to knock out someone the size of a commoner. How could they think it was as simple as a protein shake?” Kenzie shrug her perfect shoulders. With all the excitement of the day I went to my room and used the brand-new gaming console in the electronics room.

I stared at Kenzie all day today. I don’t know why. It’s been a little over a week now and I can’t stop thinking about her. And not as a mistress. As a partner. I saw how effortlessly she looked managing the entire facility. Like she’s been doing this all her life. Her perfect lips moving as she talked to customers and staff alike. My lips burned with intensity at the thought of kissing her and I felt blood reach to my cheeks. Knowing it could never be, my heart sank into my stomach. She’s a demon. So, she has to have a demon partner. I learned that from Brook. Saddened I spend the rest of the afternoon in my room. I lie on my bed playing games when there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. In the week and a half I’ve been here, no one has knocked on my door.