Read The Devils Assistant :: Beers and Greasy Food

It had only been a couple of days since Adonael spotted the white figure outside their kitchen window. It caught Ken by surprise when Adonael brought it up over dinner. "What? You saw something right outside of this window??" He pointed to the window, as mentioned earlier. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have gone after it!" He stood from his chair, placing his hands across the table. Adonael looked up at him in worry. "Ken, it was gone by the time I felt him nearby. It's bad enough that we were followed home in the first place; it's worse now that it knows we're on to it. I want to know as bad as you do. But give it time." Adonael reached over, placing his hands over Ken's. He felt Ken relax slightly before sitting back down. "...Right."

Days moved like years for Ken. He wondered when the white figure would show itself or if it even would. The thought of never finding out was agonizing.

"Ken." Nothing.

..."Ken!"

The man jumped from the sudden shouting near his head. Ken quickly turned his head toward the cry, immediately annoyed. His eyes softened when he saw a worried Domencio. "Ken, I've been calling you for like five minutes. What's going on up there?" Domencio was leaning over the secretary's desk, raising a finger to poke at Ken's head. Ken looked down at his keyboard, "I'm sorry, Dom. I was thinking about something useless." He mumbled. He gasped slightly. "I mean!...Er...I'm sorry.." Though his tone was a little condescending, he did not intend for it to be taken that way. Still, he was surprised to feel his cheek being pulled. Domencio gave him a small laugh. "God...Has anyone ever told you you're overly analytical?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't worry about it...You'll have an off day. It's not the end of the world, and it's not for me to take offense. Whatever it is, you'll be alright." Ken stared, amazed at Dom. Were demons these days always this nice? Had they ever been evil in the first place? He knew that demons would be scrutinized or even stereotyped if they were exposed to the human world. But if Ken were to be very honest? Working with demons for just a week was much more pleasant than working with Humans for ten years. He smiled at Domencio back, trying to match the energy he was given. Domencio stared at Ken...Wow. Are all humans this cute? He could feel his face grow red.

Their heads snapped toward a door being opened. Adonael exited his office, looking more exhausted than when he entered. He turned to speak to Ken but was surprised to find that Domencio was there. His exhaustion was quickly replaced with skepticism. "...I didn't know I paid employees to lounge by the hour?" He all but spat in Domenico's direction. Dom quickly got the hint, "Sorry, sir!" He scrambled back to his desk. Ken stared at Adonael. "...We weren't messing around if that's what you think, Adonael." Adonael crossed his arms, "I wasn't thinking that...but the way he looked at you was suspicious." Ken tilted his head. "Suspicious in what way?" he inquired.

"...Nothing. Just don't get too close to him, okay?"

"What? Are you serious?" Ken was appalled. Who was Adonael to tell him what to do in the first place? Oh wait...he was his boss. Still, though, that didn't sit right with Ken. Adonael didn't have authority over who he could and couldn't see as a friend.

"Extremely." Adonael shot back. Ken couldn't help but frown right at him. "No!" He quickly said. "In fact...I'm just going to be friendly with him even more." Adonael gaped. "No??"

"Ciarda invited him and me to go out drinking, and I'm going to go."

"Wait but-"

"You can walk home alone if me making friends is such a problem! Think about what you said!" Ken pouted, grabbing a stack of documents from his desk and going off to make copies.

Adonael stood there, shocked by that outburst. He placed his hand on the desk, trying to stop smiling.

"...He's so cute!!"

After work, Ciarda, Domencio, and Ken made their way to a popular bar in hell. It was well-known for business workers, and honestly, it amazed Ken. Seriously, demons were on a whole different level! They were so diverse, and it wasn't strange as it was thrilling. When they entered the bar, Ciarda wasted no time in ordering a round of drinks and food so they could eat. "This place has the best-fried chicken." She mentioned, an eager look on her face. Ken looked over, "Ciarda, You mentioned you had a wife, right? Will she not join us today?". Ciarda sighed briefly, "No, unfortunately. We couldn't find a babysitter, but she said it was fine for me to go. She'll come next time."

Domencio had taken a seat next to Ciarda, "That's unfortunate. Ken, Lilith is seriously the life of the party. You'll like her when you meet her!" He said. Ken nodded, "She sounds like fun." The three continued with their conversation over beers and greasy food. Honestly...Ken never thought he would be like this. He was having drinks and a pleasant conversation with friends. It wasn't that he never could before, but he hadn't wanted to. Ciarda and Domencio were different. They welcomed him with open arms, and of course, Ken accepted. They continued chatting until they were interrupted by a figure taking over an empty seat.

Ken looked over and gaped as he saw a familiar face.

"Uh...Sir?..." Domenico started. They sat uncomfortably, unsure of how they should respond.

They were sitting next to Ken, a 6'4 tall, handsome man no other than their boss, Adonael.