Much needed escape

“What’s it like?”

My mind had been moving a million miles a minute conjuring up every single question that I wanted to ask Chaos whenever I’d get the chance. When Elliot had so casually mentioned that he was a demon, like that wasn’t a big deal or anything, I’d been less shocked than I was excited.

Chaos had been walking around my oasis for the last fifteen minutes admiring everything in full detail. The way that he’d lean down and look at the smallest of details reminded me of how I was the first time I was here, “You mean being a demon?” He moved to the edge of the pool, peering over the edge at the deep, black abyss before squatting down and running his fingers through the water.

He lifted his thumb to his lips, swiping his tongue along the pad before scrunching his nose in disgust.

I felt my cheeks heat from watching him, “Yes.”

“It depends on the day. Year. Century. I’ve been with Elliot for two years now, but before that, I’d not had a mission in probably, fifty years or