Todd had gotten a demon prince as his soul link on his eighteenth birthday, and promptly lied to everyone.
“Who the fuck gets a demon?” he asked himself as he questioned his own soul’s true intentions.
Todd had learned how to ditch his demon. And he did it a lot. Like before dates.
And that night, Todd’s date was going great.
No interruptions. No unwanted advice. No talk of defilement, dismemberment, etc.
“I’ll ask him,” the girl said over her shoulder, speaking to her soul link.
Todd smirked. “What is it you’ll ask me?”
“Well,” she mirrored his flirtatious smirk with her own. “It’s a rude topic to discuss.”
“Oh.” Todd tried to maintain a smile, but he knew the conversation she wanted to have.
Some things are not topics of polite conversation.
As it is with soul links. The official term is Hallowed Link. As for Todd, he called it what he believed it must be: a clerical error.
“Tell me yours,” she said.
“Well,” Todd started.
“You little piece of shit!” A voice boomed from across the room. Todd shuddered.
His change in demeanor caused the girl to flinch in apprehension. “Are you okay?”
Todd said he was fine, though a ten-foot-tall demon was walking toward him.
“How dare you leave me in that field!” the beast shouted. “Oh, let’s kill some sheep and drink their blood like actual friends, then boom! You’re gone! How do I keep falling for this?!” the demon prince huffed.
The girl smiled and leaned across the table. “I’m sure you have something amazing.”
A massive taloned hand rested on Todd’s shoulder. The demon prince was protective of Todd, even if he didn’t like him that much.
“Tell me, who is this person so lacking in any sense of fun?” the demon flicked his tongue at the girl.
“So,” the girl started. “Who do you have?”
“She looks like she likes it in the ass. Let us double stuff her right here!”
“Shut up,” Todd sighed.
“What?” She was nervous.
“Oh, not you,” Todd said. “My guy sometimes doesn’t wait his turn to speak.”
“I am the God of Schemes. Harvester of souls! Prince of domination and enslavement. Father of the Reckoning! And you will not tell me when I can or cannot speak! … Todd.”
“You have kind eyes.” She smiled and curled her hair.
“You too,” Todd said.
“You’re pitiful,” the demon said. “Just defile her. Right here! Who dares stop you, Link of Mo-lâg, Demon Prince!”
“Please, stop.” Todd spoke the words behind his hand.
“So,” the girl playfully averted her eyes. “Who is he?”
“Oh, you probably wouldn’t even know him.” Todd froze.
“Bitches know me, Todd,” Mo-lâg said.
“I can keep a secret,” she flirted.
“How many times must I tell you?” Mo-lâg rubbed his forehead in disappointment. “You can do anything you want. Just lock her in the basement and then get her friends and family, lock them away too. It’ll be fun! You’re never fun. You only game and stream. You won’t even watch quality porn.”
“My guide is a bit.. obscure,” Todd said, driving the conversation forward.
“Tell me…” She leaned towards him.
“Okay,” he took a moment. “My soul link is a gnome named Henry who lived a thousand years ago and took care of sick woodland creatures.”
A wide, ear-to-ear grin illuminated her face, revealing a flash of white teeth. “He sounds like the cutest thing ever!”
“You motherfucker.” Mo-lâg walked away. “I hate you so much.”
“I hate you too,” Todd said behind his hand.
“Good,” said Mo-lâg, doubling back. “About time you hate something.”
“So,” Todd said. “How about you? Who is your soul link?”
The girl teased. “Oh, I don’t tell on the first date.”
Mo-lâg burst into laughter. “Oh, Todd. You fucking dummy.”