Like, a really creepy happy smile.
“Seymour,” Vilanos purred.
“Oh, lovely Seymour,” said Absolis.
“You should let us make that request right now.”
“Just one little, tiny request.”
“After all, you did agree. And you thanked us before.”
“Such good manners! We love that.”
“But it means you owe us. So, perhaps this is a good time to start repaying those debts.”
“And we want an answer to a question.”
They both grinned.
“Debts? As in more than one? For fuck’s…! I’m a lil’ tiny bit busy!” Seymour glared at them. “Tryin’ to?—”
“Save your lover,” Absolis teased.
“Oh, we know,” Vilanos chimed in.
“We know all about you two.”
“Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted,” Mr. Heiss taunted as he tucked King away into his jacket, the entire skull vanishing. He gave the chain another cruel yank. “Maybe I’ll come back and fuck Seymour myself just to see what all the fuss is about.”
“No!” Sariel tried to push himself, but he went down again. “Master, please?—”
“Oh, that’s it!” Day snarled, and her jaw popped as it unhinged.
“Fuckin’ get him… kitty girl!” Seymour growled between heaving pants. “I am sick… of this shit and?—”
“Do not let her hurt Mr. Heiss,” Lou said quietly.
“Oh dear.” Myrna frowned as she looked around. “I suppose it is quite messy here. I can work with that. I… I really don’t want to.”
Lou shook his head. “Don’t clean it up.”
Flanders trotted over with a bored sigh. “This is stupid.”
Day growled. “I do not wish to, but I will fight you if I must!”
“Oh!” Myrna pouted sadly. “That didn’t sound good.”
“It ain’t!” Seymour shouted. “She will fuck you all up!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Flanders put himself between Day and Mr. Heiss, the fiery chunks on his sides glowing brighter.
“Myrna!” Lou barked. “I said,don’t clean it up!”
Myrna’s left shoulder bulged outward, and she was getting bigger very fast. Her skin turned red and purple, then almost black, and her left arm continued to grow until her hand was big enough to have choked the wyrm out with one squeeze.
“The question,” Absolis and Vilanos said in a little singsong voice.
“Goddammit! What?” Seymour screamed. “What is it? What the fuck is so important? Kinda tryin’ to do somethin’ here!”
