TITLE: The Complete Guide to Being Evil
Kalara answers the door with a cleaver in one hand due to it being the middle of the night, and she wasn't expecting company. It had slipped her mind that earlier that day, she'd called for a devil.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Kalara asked.
“Oh, I'm not here because of my leg. You called for a devil?”
She grabbed his shirt and yanked him inside, slamming the door shut. “Why would you say that out there? What do you think my neighbors would think of me?”
“Sorry. Didn't mean to let them know you were a mage.”
“What makes you think they would get 'mage' from that? They'd probably assume I asked for a stripper in a devil costume! Do you know how embarrassing that is?”
“You don't look like a devil. Why is your leg bleeding?”
“Could you, you know, put that...” He cleared his throat.
“Knife away. Speaking really isn't that hard.” She gestured with her free hand for him to follow her into the kitchen, where she slid the cleaver in its place. “My name is Kalara.”
“I'm Evander. I'm not really a devil yet. I'm a devil's son.” Kalara groaned. “I was just taking a test, judging my aptitude for devilry. My task was to sneak into an old man's apartment a few floors up from here and influence his dreams. His canine gave evidence he was superior at home protection as opposed to my sneaking prowess.”
Kalara couldn't help but laugh.