DISEASE~The Judge From Hell

Chapter 2

                       As the sun began to rise, I groaned, not wanting to get up, or to pretend to be a human, but knew what the other option was, my soul held in Bael's hands, quite literally. I got up, and sighed, cracking my neck, then walked to the closet, searching through the mountain of black and grey clothing, none of it really my style. "Didn't this woman own anything other than turtlenecks and jeans? This is beyond depressing." I pulled her blood soaked phone out of my pocket, unlocking it, and scrolled through her bank account, even more annoyed. "I'm broke?! You would think a Detective would be rolling in won, but this one clearly isn't. Oh, well, it can't be helped... I'll just make do with it." I peeled off the blood stained clothes, using my powers to incinerate them, just in case someone saw them somehow, and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower, then stepped under the cascading hot water. I closed my eyes, the feeling of warm water something I hadn't felt since the day I had been created, the river in The Garden warmed by the sun. I shook my head, clearing those memories, as I felt my heart clench.

                      Desperate to escape the emotions I still clung to, even as a demon, and to ignore the memories of my haunted past, I scrubbed my skin vigorously with vanilla body wash and a sponge, until it was red and tender, tracing my fingers along curves, and slender muscle, this body clearly used to working out and fighting. "Well, well, maybe this body is a good fit, after all. I can use the extra muscle, not that I need it." I washed my hair with apple scented shampoo, then turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, toweling myself dry, before tugging a dark grey turtleneck over my head, the nicest one in the closet, and pulled on some jeans, grimacing a bit at the feeling, more interested in dress pants and the like, but I ignored it. As my phone rang, I ignored it, and stared into the bathroom mirror, using my hand to brush away dirt and dust, then used the limited amount of makeup I found in a dresser drawer, smirking in the mirror as I finally looked a bit like myself, glancing at my phone as it buzzed.

                         I read the text message from the contact named "Daon", asking where I was, and if I was safe, or, the person I was living in, to be precise. I ignored it, and pulled on my shoes, cleaning the blood off my phone, before exiting the apartment. I pulled on sunglasses as I descended the stairs, too many crosses lying around where the landlady liked to spend her time, their light blinding to us demons, and ignored her as she told me good morning, trying to give me some boiled eggs for some reason. After I exited the villa, I sighed, realizing I had no car or the money for a means of transportation, which meant walking to the place I needed to go. "This human had to do this every day? No wonder she died- If she hadn't died from being stabbed, exhaustion and sore feet would have done it." I muttered complaints, exhausted and a bit sweaty by the time I reached the courthouse that Daon had constantly been texting me about not being late to all the way there, and I plopped into a seat with other witnesses, as the trial proceeded, the courtroom falling silent, as all eyes turned to me. "Ah, damn it, what are you looking at? If you're that bothered by me, maybe one of you idiots should give me your car. I nearly died on the way here, and what's the deal with your traffic here? If you own a car, surely you should know how to drive one properly, and not try to hit a beautiful woman like me.."

                         I heard snickers around me, the humans clearly finding my dialogue amusing, the man in the police uniform in the defendant's seat turning to stare at me in surprise. The girl's memories told me that was the Daon who had been pestering me all morning, and I flashed him a sarcastic smile, before glancing at the judge, waving my hand at her. "Continue with whatever it was you were saying. But please hurry it up, I have better things to do." A scoff left her lips, as well as a few swear words, and she replied, "Keep it down, or I'll have you removed. How annoying." I froze, blinking, the way she said those words, the annoyed look on her face, the job position, and her tone of voice all too familiar to me, and I felt my face heat up as I realized I was staring at her, quickly looking away, as she got a suspicious look on her face. After that, I lowered my eyes, and focused on listening to the trial. Daon had apprehended a suspect who had abused their girlfriend during a chase, but had supposedly injured the idiot's hand by kicking a knife out of it, and he apparently couldn't eat properly because of his injury. "Good for Han Daon. That punk would've been torn to pieces if I got ahold of him." I once again got the attention of everyone around me, but the judge I now knew to be Justitia ignored it, and kept going. "He should've just starved to death. Why sue?"