Welcome To The Demon House

“That brings me to another concern- Even if you intend to send me on my way, would it be okay for me to at least stay the night here?” She makes a face when she says it. Porrim had told her stories, not enough to know really how the two interacted, but enough to know Kurloz was at the very least a good person. Thoough questionable in his methods sometimes. 

She waved a hand, dismissing a thought. “Look,” she says carefully, “I’ve been dealing with rather unsavory characters lately.” Literally. Bums are not very appetizing.

She also esperatly hoped that the demon pulling cables off itself wasn’t doing so to be able to engage. She’d had to leave her chainsaw behind, and she sorely missed it. She’d managed to pick up a knife or two in her travel, but she doubted her ability to fight right now- esppecially being weakned by not truly being invited into the home.  “I mean you absolutely no harm, and should you allow me to stay, I an assist you in any endeavors a vampire can assist with- I esecially excel in gardening and sewing. Including sewing of the medical variety.”

A slight shake of his head. Instantly the demons relaxed, the one which had removed the cables groaned, shuffling back towards the clamps and plopping itself down on the pile. “Missing huh? That’s pretty damn unfortunate girle. But there’s one problem with that story of yours. Kurloz is dead.“

He said this rather matter of factually. “The Ol’ Man’s been dead for a while now. I’m his next of kin, little brother almost. But more like a whole lot a greats-grandson.“ A short sigh followed this statement, complete with the shrug that lowered his shoulders far enough to almost give the appearance of sadness. Almost.

“Welcome to the Demon House. I don’t mind you hanging around. As long as you don’t attract any unwanted attention or get in my way. We’ve got to run a tight ship here. Everything’s got a place and a job.“ At this moment the demon which had previously been wearing clamps reattached two of them, the reaction to that being a shock of energy flashing. Two of the appliances jury-rigged together then caught fire.

Whatever that thing had been, it had said something. So it was sentient, and the door had opened. She could take that as an invitation. Still, that clearly wasn’t Kurloz- or she hope so at least. So she politely only stepped into the entryway, and then froze completely. She’d been thinking, not actually paying attention, and she was not expecting to see….

“Vampire?“ That was definitely new. Through his mess of cables and appliances he could see just her head. She didn’t look like a vampire. At least none of the ones he had met before. His demon must be mistaken there was no way this girl was a vampire. She looked like a lost kid. Which was a very hypocritical deduction on his part.

“Nothin much. I was checking my email and writing on a blog. Of course it’s probably safe.“ Her next question had him breaking into a small grin and glancing towards the few demons in his service. Two of them looked ready to tussle, or what a lesser demon that barely came up to his waist could pull off as looking ready for anything.

Porrim left her directions. It was rude, and very unlike Porrim, but Kanaya figured there was good reason. She’d gotten some travel-appropriate clothing on, and found her sister’s backpack loaded up with a not on it.

She’d been left a set of directions and a name. It was Porrim’s handwriting, and still smelled like her perfume, so she trusted it. Kanaya didn’t see any reason to stay where she was, so she packed her laptop and its trimmings into the bag as well- since Porrim had either forgotten it or left space. Though Kanaya assumed it was the latter.

It was a long trek, taking a few weeks at least. She didn’t have to sleep much anymore, but it was still slow going. She would stop occasionally to find a meal- or a convenient vagrant- or to charge her laptop to check and see if she’d gotten a message from her sister.

Power, that’s what he had come to the Demon House for. However, he had no idea how to access any of the energy stored in it, nor could he find out where the damned plug outlets where. So his maze of power cables led back to a single generator, which was then attached via gator cables to the small, pissed off looking demon.

Somehow this madness was working and his laptop was charged. So when the door bell rang (he didn’t even know the house had a door bell), the sudden ring made him jump, falling out of his chair and ripping multiple precariously laid cords from their jury-rigged outlets.

One of three demons hopped up and moved to the door, it was a seeker, a demon that found it’s key ability on being able to define other demons and mythos. The door to the demon house slid open as it approached and a tiny warble of a screech emitted from it. For those not proficient in ohfuckimgoing to die speech, the common language choice of lesser demons, it attempted to shout “Vampire!” before scurrying back to Gamzee and attempting to help him out of the mess of cords.

What? 

Er. A wr♊tten language? 

D —> I suffer no ill effect from knowing of your e%istence

The company of a rather dreary warlock.

"They are many, a new one seems to pop up to replace the fallen every time they go down or are defeated. And the defeated only come back seeking more blood than before. Those that fight are highly trained and can be a very big pain to get rid of."

He paused, considering her statement.

…So… you might… have… different intentions…

…

So I am on vacation. However I am still considered a monster that brings forth evil into the world.