WITNESS.

 “Then you should have done what you did in private.”

 The woman perched on top of a nearby trash can bit her lip, frowning at the scene presented to her. Not even two weeks ago Belphegor had struck a deal with the man bleeding out his life on the floor right now. Not nearly enough time for the poor fella to enjoy the benefits it had gained him. He would have gotten nominated for the nobel price for sure.

 Alas, it seemed that the world would need to make do without the groundbreaking knowledge the demon had provided him with for a little longer. Not that Belphegor cared – the guy had been a true asshole as that – but the overall nature of work and the effort it required bid him to act at least a little disgruntled at his client’s premature demise anyway. Especially because it meant he had taken the trip to the surface for nothing at all.

 “Why are you wearing a mask?”

                   _{———IT WAS AN INCONSEQUENTIAL KILL FOR A MAN WHO HELD HIS PIECE OF THE WORLD IN RANSOM. elliot considered running, no need to complicate it further in the event she’d already phoned the police. as it was, his own curiosity got the better of him.}

       _{❝ didn’t you learn helmet safety in ground school? ❞
a smile behind the mask as the man approached. at the back of his neck, a piercing burn erupted from proximity, the telling sign of occult influence. the corpse had given him the same sensation, a hint of the nature of his soul. he’d mistaken him for something wicked, when in fact, he was only holding onto a sliver of the power.}

❝ or do demons not ride motorbikes? ❞