Application: Algaliarept (Kim Harrisons' "Rachel Morgan" series)
Algaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting
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His breath sucked in at the sight of the spider, eyes widening a bit as the thing skittered easily down the demon's arm, straight towards little, old, restrained Jenks. Spiders? Freaky, definitely, especially at that size when he was a little indisposed. Spider bites caused a bit of a rash in humans, maybe some nausea. Spider bites in pixies sent them into shock, violently ill for days on end, and lots of hallucinating at hand. And that was if they survived the wound in the first place. He'd see too many pixies get entire limbs removed by spider bites.
"I'm not afraid of anything, pal," he growled nonetheless, letting his gaze finally sidle away from the spider and back onto Algaliarept. He would never abandon Rachel. Ever. No matter what it took. "I'm not afraid of spiders, and I'm not afraid of pain." He shook out his wings, then, pixing dust flaring out in a cloud and covering the demon's hand. Bingo. "And I'm definitely not afraid of you. Hope that goes straight to your lymph system, prick."
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He hadn't expected the little bastard to pix him; when the dust touched skin, Algaliarept recoiled, going intangible as an automatic reflex. Being able to shift in and out of tangibility was very useful sometimes - unfortunately, it also meant that Jenks was free of his grip. The spider, too, misted out of existence.
Distaste marking his expression, the demon wiped his hand on his trouser leg, resisting the urge to scratch at it. It would take a minute for him to remember the anti-pix curse that Ceri had twisted for him once. "You're more trouble than you're worth," Algaliarept frowned, though he wasn't too angry about it. "Useless beings, pixies. Too easy to snap and break, there's no fun in keeping them alive because they just whine all the time."
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"And demons," he shot back with an indignant ruffle of his wings, turning his expression into a full-out scowl. "Way too many skills shoved up their ass when they don't deserve it." Another flare of red ran up the veins of his wings as he buzzed angrily out of Algaliarept's reach, hands planted onto his hips. He was watching this one. No way in hell was he letting it get near Rachel or Ivy.
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The things he could do to this one, it almost made his mouth water just to think of it. He would be a wonderful bait for Rachel Mariana Morgan. Perhaps. "I wonder what would happen if I stuck your stomach with a pin and fastened you to the wall," the demon smiled. "Would Rachel Mariana Morgan come rescue you? You care about her, but it's a tricky thing to be sure that she returns to feeling. Maybe I could break your wings, over and over, until you could never fly again. I'd watch your back, pixie - I've caught you once."
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He might've paled in the slightest at the mention of Algaliarept's suggestion - hard to tell on a four-inch-tall pixie, but, damn - but it wasn't until Rachel's name was brought up that Jenks froze all-together. This wasn't just any demon. This was Rachel's demon. Oh, Turn take it. Jenks fixed the demon with a long, haughty stare, eyebrows slanting downwards with a whole new light of hatred probably oozing from his very pores. "What's a big, bad dickhead like yourself doing in these parts anyway, slick? Chasing after your girl? Aren't you s'posed to have a pimp cane or something for that?"
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