#heinoushellion

Coffee? Where was the nearest coffee shop. Standing at the corner of a street, Zeke had already began searching on his phone just as the light for him to walk had changed. 

Less then a mile, that sounded like a nice walk. Walking through the streets, it seemed like no time at all until the demon had stumbled upon the coffee shop. His tea ordered, and his food almost done, he sat at a table alone, with a laptop open. 

It wasn't...truly his fault. Well...not really anyway. And he'd certainly not done anything wrong. Then again, he very rarely did anything too wrong. It was merely a fact of life many had yet to accept. Chaos just happened to follow wherever Loki set foot. And he just happened to enjoy watching everything in those pathetic human lives come crashing down around them. They cried over such petty things. It was almost too easy. At that thought, the man almost pitied them...almost. The humans were helpless, little wisps of misery crying out to a greater power for help. Never realizing they were so small that no god of Asgard nor Olympus nor any other realm of the gods could hear their sniveling. The once king shoved his long slender hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. It was the middle of the summer and the heat was excruciating by mortal standards, but he still wore the suit defiantly, smirking softly to himself at the baffled looks of passerby. Cities were Loki's favorite locations on Midgard, because as much as he loved his peace and quiet, it was equally enjoyable to have so many prospective toys. He had once been accused a demon, and doused in holy water for tempting a poor young woman and convincing her she was insane. Loki recalled the incident with a twisted smirk. The Aesir were fun to play against each other, but these mortals...were so....stupid. Foolish sheep willing to jump over whatever imaginary stick he placed in front of them. And it was fun.

Two hours, two hours left of hell. Onegirl had gone home sick, one of the chefs had burned his hand while cooking and was forced to go home. A new girl was working behind the counter and she seemed to be confused as to how to function when a crowd of men were flirting with her. 

"Bastardo!deje a trabajar, o te voy a patear a la calle!" she shouted, waving a metal pan in the air.

"Ah cállate!" a man had shouted in return.  Her anger had always gotten the best of her at work, and she wasn't about to let a gy tell her what to do.

"Pinche cabron!" Her fist balled, she took a swing at the others jaw, knocking him down on his back. "Nunca se te permite entrar aquí de nuevo, vaya así?" Pulling him by the collar she had left him near the back, and throwing him into the dumbster. 

Through the scope of his gun Derek looked at the man who was only a couple feet away. His eyes and ears were odd but what really confused him was why was he standing in the middle of the field, bare foot...