Chapter 2- Enter the Demon King

Jamari’s POV

It has been one week since the disappearance of my twin sister Samara and I was getting desperate for answers. “You’re sure this will work?” I ask the shop owner skepitcally. 

“Oh yes Miss. Just follow the directions exactly as they wrote it and you will be able to contact anyone you are searching for whether it be in this life or the next.” She says to me encouragingly. 

I was still skeptical of the incantation but I needed to find answers on my sister's disappearance and the police and my pack were hitting dead ends at every turn they took. Forcing a smile I thank the shop owner and tell her I will take the incantation and all of the supplies that I will need for the spell. 

After another thirty minutes of the shop owner and I wandering around the shop gathering the items I would need to do the spell I was finally ready to leave the shop and head home. “Thank you for your help today.” I told the shop owner, while walking towards the door.

The woman smiled at me and offered a friendly warning. “Ensure that you follow the incantation exactly as it is written or else there will be dire consequences. Are you sure you should be doing this on your own miss? I would be happy to assist you with the spell.”

I offer her a half smile, I appreciate the offer but this was something that I have to do on my own. “I promise to follow the directions as written. Don’t worry about me. I have this under control.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince the shop owner or myself. I give a light wave before leaving the shop and heading to my car. 

Inside my four door SUV I take a deep breath to ready myself for the task ahead of me. “Just do everything that is written and nothing will go wrong.” I say out loud to my reflection as I back out of my parking space and head towards my tiny one bedroom apartment in town. 

Levi’s POV

“Levi.”

“Levi.”

“LEVI!”

I pull my thoughts from my boredom and glance up at my second in command Ruth and pretend to know what she was just prattling on about, waving my hand for her to continue.

Instead of continuing she crosses her arms over her barely secured breasts, thrusts out her left hip, and gives me an annoyed glare. “You weren’t listening to anything I just said were you?”

I give her my most innocent look I have. “I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t listening to ANYTHING you were just saying. I heard the part about needing to recruit more souls to change over to demons.”

Before I am able to tell her how much I agreed with that plan, Ruth explodes in anger and throws a dagger that narrowly misses hitting me square in the head. “That was thirty minutes ago Levi! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! Why do we even bother with these reports when you NEVER listen to them anyways?” She asked me, huffing in anger. 

She reaches for more daggers on her waist to throw at me which causes me to jump up and yell back, “You almost HIT me Ruthy! I am your KING, not your target practice.” 

Ruth’s eyes narrow as she grabs two more daggers quicker than I can follow and chucks them at my heart. I look down in surprise and yell out in pain. “What the hell Ruthy! This is no way to treat your King!”

Ruth grabbed a fourth dagger and was ready to launch it at me when I offer my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I won’t call you Ruthy anymore. Learn to take a joke Ruth.” I say to her, before plopping myself back into my ivory throne dyed in midnight black. I slowly pull out the two daggers and throw them at Ruth’s feet. Which just goes to show my level of stupidity. Giving her her weapons back was idiotic to say the least. 

I glarre at Ruth, which results in her rolling her eyes at me. “Quit your crying. You can’t die from these daggers in your heart and you know it.” She said while bending over to grab her daggers. I would have admired her curvy bottom while she was bent over if I wasn’t so afraid of her reaction to me checking her out.

I had seen the results of those that let their eyes linger on her far too many times to risk that. So instead I turn my head and whine at her. “Just because I can’t die from it doesn’t mean I can’t feel pain from it.” I said, pouting. I know, not very kingly, but she stabbed me! Multiple times. 

Ruth rolls her eyes at me some more and goes back into her relaxed pose, one hand resting on her generous hip. I watch as her face scrunchs up in disgust.  “Pouting is something that the King of Demons should not be doing.”

“So now you acknowledge me as your king.” I say, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. 

Ruth chooses to ignore my whining and continues on with her daily report. And I went back to pretending I was listening to her and instead was thinking about new ways of torture that could hopefully bring meaning back to my recently monotonous life. 

I was vividly envisioning locking people in an underwater room with demon sharks while the song ‘Baby Shark’ by PinkFong played on an endless loop. I grin devilishly at the evilness of forcing the damned souls to listen to that horrendous song on repeat while running for their lives from demon sharks. The best part is that the damned souls can not die and would wake up the next day to do it all over again, remembering each day of torture that passes. 

I was so busy patting himself on the back for my simple, yet torturous torture that I almost missed what Ruth was now saying. “Repeat that last bit of news for me Ruth. And save me the lecture of not listening to you again because it’s really your fault for thinking that I would actually start listening to you just because you threw some daggers at me.” I say pointedly.

Ruth holds her tongue but chucks another dagger at my head. This one moving so fast that I narrowly miss being impaled in the eye and instead the dagger impales itself at the bridge of my nose digging into the hilt. 

My eyes flash black while I take a deep, calming breath. I slowly pull the dagger out of my skull and glare at Ruth who was standing there smugly with her hands folded over her chest. “The disrespect I have to endure with you as my second in command.” I say darkly. “I will allow it because maybe…”, I put my hands in the air and shrugg my shoulders, “maybe I might have deserved that last dagger.”

Ruth snorts at the maybe but said nothing about the Demon King not listening to her yet again. “I said…” she says, glaring at me while reaching for another dagger in warning, causing me to grin “there is a woman in the Dakota’s that is botching a summoning spell horrendously if you feel the want to stake your claim on her.”

I lean forward intrigued, resting my chin on my hands thinking. There was a time that I would jump at the thought of forcing those who botch their spells and accidentally bind themselves to the Demon King, but over the years it became boring and the humans became dumber and dumber. It had been over two decades since the last time I had appeared before someone who messed up their spell.

I shudder at the memory. That was a horrible mistake. That woman’s voice was the worst, and she was so demanding for someone who had bound themselves as my slave. I had spent one day with her before I had thrown her to the wolves, literally, and decided not to do that shit again. Then again…this could be exactly what I need to get myself out of this rut I find myself in.

While I sat there mulling over the pros and cons of taking what has been offered, albeit accidentally, Ruth stood by quietly. I always appreciated how Ruth gave me time to make my decisions instead of trying to push me to hurry and decide, even if she did give a lot of attitude while she waited. 

Currently she stood leaning her weight to the left, causing her full hips to be more defined and her curves to be on display. She stood there with her right arm across her chest under her breast, which caused them to almost spill from her barely there top, and was inspecting her nails on her left hand. Ruth was a stunner and many idiots had tried, and died, trying to thaw her frozen heart. 

After some time I finally look up at her and ask, “Is she attractive?” Ruth rolls her eyes at my question.

 “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to waste my time if she’s an old shriveled woman. I do have standards.” Ruth snorts at my comment, causing me to shoot her a glare. 

“You barely have standards.” She snickers in response. Before I can comment on that she continues. “She is pretty if you’re into the librarian type.” I scrunch up my nose, I’m not a fan of intelligent women. I prefer my women to be dumb and down for anything. 

I was about to tell her that I was going to have to pass on that when her next words caused me to pause. “She is from a werewolf clan but she wasn’t gifted a wolf.”

That piques my interest so I gesture for Ruth to continue. “She is trying to contact her twin sister who has recently gone missing. According to our reports her sister died a week ago.”

“Did the sister have a wolf?” I ask thoughtfully. Ruth nods her head in affirmation. “Intersting…I think I just might go pay this wolfless werewolf a visit afterall. Shall we?” I asked, reaching for Ruth’s hand so I could teleport us to this interesting creature.