Displeased Customer

"Order me again and I'll banish you back to the pit okay?" The reply was quick, it's tone deadly...It was clear that she would brook no disrespect from the weaker, younger demon "I am not giving you a choice weak one, You will shape up or you will return to the infernal plan, the race of demons can't have your ruffian kind running about revealing us to the humans..You should be grateful I haven't killed you by now."

Netarr visibly flinched when she mentioned the pit, he didn't want to go back there, it was horrible in there! "Wait, are you mad about that whole shop thing...? Why...?" He questions, his own tone now more calm and quieter as her words on sending him back to hell invoked fear in him.

"You exposed our existence to a human, a human who owns a shop with cameras, cameras with feeds that can be spread...Your punk ass should be grateful I destroyed the damn thing after knocking the poor guy out." She replied, clearly getting more and more annoyed as the conversation went on.

Netarr was silent a bit at that, that does sound bad... "Well? what do you expect me to do!?" He says a bit angrily now, she already solved the problem, what should he do?

"To fix yourself, that's a simple enough task to understand isn't it? You're a mess, you live in a hole in the wall and you act like a teenage human punk. I'm not having it, so I'm gonna train you on how to be better...whether you like it or not." She declared matter of factly.

Netarr sighed at that. "This is just how the human world works, I have adapted. What does 'fixing' me even entail...?" He asked folding his arm in annoyance.

"It means training you, teaching you, a prospect that becomes increasingly more...discouraging the more I talk to you."

"I don't like it either, so how about we compromise and you leave? I get back to my life and you don't have to spend time with me any longer, how does that sound?" Netarr said with a devious smile.

Okay, she was done trying to convince him now, deciding that conversation was pretty much pointless with a pupil so ignorant Nemorah lunged, gripping his face with a taloned hand. If he would not learn voluntarily she would bind him so that he'd have to, in the end he'd thank her later as all her students did in time.

Netarr did not expect this as she suddenly lunged at him and grabbed him by the face, he tried to retaliate by changing his arms into sharp tendrils and pierce her grabbing arm.

Yet before he could do so a great blue flame billowed from his fang and burned into him! Right through the flesh and bone and deep down into his very spirit! The blue fire washed over his soul like a tidal wave and in so doing subdued him to her will, and as his tendrils neared her skin they shrunk back.

"STOP IT!" He shouts with an enraged tone, this sensation within his very soul could not be a good one, he felt his need to strike back at her abate and retreated his tendrils and his hand transformed back into a normal looking hand. He no longer fought back, he couldn't, why? "...What did you do...?" He asks his voice with a hint of dread.

"I did the only thing that would get the result I needed, I bound you, you'll be set free when I think you're ready." She replied in a bored tone, she sounded like she'd given this lecture a million times before.

"What on earth!? What makes you think you have such authority in here!? I don't want this!" Netarr says pissed off at what she had done, he can't escape this fate now.

"Don't care." She replied flatly .

Netarr was sitting, he frowned angrily and folded his arms, this was unfair in his opinion. He had struggled so long to get out of hell to have true freedom, now it was taken way from him by some snobbish older demoness who thinks she can butt in in his business.

"Oh do stop it for a millenia old Fallen you look like a child right now." She sneered disdainfully "Besides I've no time for your moping, we've got places to be little one."

Netarr huffed slightly. "Places? Like what? Where are we going?" Netarr asks, he has no choice but to play along for now as he was bound.

"Y'know doggy daycare? That but for demons, a place where you can be housebroken...or they'll banish you back to hell , that simple." She replied with a wicked remorseless grin, and just like that water began to pour once again, this time from his kitchen sink.

Netarr looked over to the kitchen sink, all this water can't be good for his apartment. "So I either comply or send back into that horrible place... Not much of a choice now is it? Can't even refuse, you even bound my soul, I can feel your grip on it... Anyway, can you stop with the water and dry my apartment? I don't want this place be consumed by mold when I get back from your little 'daycare'." Netarr tells her with spite, he was annoyed and usually would do all sort of shenanigans to rebel but for now he will try to keep himself under check since he didn't want to be send back to hell of all things, the threat was very effective.

"It's magic water, your house isn't going to mold you nincompoop." She replied with a roll of her eyes as the water began to form into an oblong puddle on the kitchen tile and gesturing for him to follow, the demon began to literally step down into the pool itself.

Netarr just sighs and follows her, into the puddle portal thing...? It was some pretty elaborate demon magic it seems, kinda cool honestly but he will never say it out loud to her.

And as they disappeared into the portal, Netarr got the distinct notion that he wasn't gonna be coming back home in a long time...hope his landlord wouldn't get too mad. (End?)

(is no one going to pick up the sword?)

Naaaaah.