04• Killian.

It's night already... At least a little bit peaceful. I would have just teleported, but my powers are weak, and I can't do so much for now except walk amongst this crowd, my black dress different from their overly designed clothes, but do they care?

I stopped at the front of a police station after walking for a while, glancing at it. Now all I have to do is find someone who is in dire need of help. We demon help mortals, but we receive more from them.

I closed my eyes and everything around me stopped moving, yes. I need concentration. The air around me suddenly seemed intense and wild. Evidence that I was connected already.

Okay, there are too many corrupt mortals right here, and they all seem to have given up to fate, I told myself, unable to find anybody who seemed to help. Maybe I should just visit the hospital.

I was about to open my eyes when I felt the presence. Of course, a corrupt mortal who wanted help. It did seem like he was being accused of something...

I tightened my closed eyes and I could see him properly. Yeah. He's my target. I found my advocate.

I nodded my head a bit, opening my eyes and I found myself in what seemed to be a human cell. Before me was a young man in his early twenties, his head buried in his arms, which were folded across his knees.

He hasn't noticed my appearance just yet, maybe still hoping for a savior as that had been his heart's wish.

"Hey," I called, loud enough for him to wake. He raised his head at me, and his brown eyes met with mine.

He's the first human that would ever look this directly at me.

"Who are you?" He asked with a hoarse voice, but I wasn't ready to give him an answer. I still needed to read his mind so he wouldn't relent in doing as I said. "Are you my lawyer or something?" He asked again as though no one had ever paid a visit to him with a hint that looked like he really needed a lawyer.

"I could be your lawyer or someone who just wants to play a game with you." I began.

"The hell."

What? Did he just smirk at me?

"If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you should use the door." He said in an abrasive tone that had me shocked. Okay, he might be a good pick, but I hated that I couldn't shut him up by smashing his head against the wall, until he gave me the respect that I deserve.

"I don't use doors," I told him.

"You came through the wall?" He sarcasm.

He might be showing a tough aura but no doubt his heart isn't weak as shit. In short, he's the weakest mortal in here.

"Reid..." I began, good guess. I smiled slyly when he looked a bit surprised that I knew his name. "I found out you might need some help."

"With not rotting in jail of course. That should be your job as my lawyer."

"I'm not a lawyer." I glared at him. A demonic one, that was sure to make him keep shut throughout the entire conversation. "I will be willing to save you from the mess that you got yourself into, and you promise to get yourself into a game with me," I demanded.

"What do you know I got myself into?" Reid asked.

"Murder. And you might pay with your entire life in jail or by hanging." I responded sharply.

"Fuck you, I didn't kill anyone!" Reid yelled. "I didn't kill Alvin, for Christ's sake; you should be helping find who killed my friend, not bullshitting me right now."

"That's not why I'm here," I said. "I'm here to save you." I reminded him.

"Save me like helping me break out of jail while I roam around as a suspect of murder and being wanted?" Reid asked in one breath.

"Nah. You'd be free. No one will mention about you being a suspect or whatever." I mentioned.

"Get the fuck outta here, you weirdo!" He spat.

I took a step forward, my eyes locked on Reid. "You wanna see something?" I asked, and Reid watched me sternly as I walked closer to the cell door. "This might be a prove that I can get your troubled self out of here with nobody having to question you," I said, snapping my fingers, and behold, all the bars around the cage melted, and Reid and I found ourselves in the middle of the city with no human present. No human!

Just the two of us, in the middle of a ground road. "I can give you freedom if you accept it. Be my advocate," I uttered, staring at him. He couldn't keep his eyes on one place as they looked frantically at our surroundings, with surprise etched on his face.

"What—What the hell are you?" He asked stammering, fear visible on his face.

"You have just a day to accept my offer," I responded, nodding my head, and the city went back to normal; but Reid wasn't with me anymore. I made him return to his cell.

I wasn't allowed to let him know who I was, and I would revise his memory once he accepted to be my pawn.