wild-cryptid
Free as a Bird
Chester Valerie was a social creature by nature, and had a bit of a wild streak, so, to no surprise to him, somehow he ended up working for a 1,000 year old demon named Mary. He would do odd errands for her, running to and fro, killing other humans that couldn't keep their end of the deal, and- every once in a while- appear for her if she was summoned and wasn't feeling particularly social. That one always threw people for a loop. Instead of a scary demon, this 5'5", blonde haired human would pop out of the summoning circle, chattering and shaking hands. As he was human, the circle couldn't hold him and Chester had almost been stabbed twice by some college kids who didn't think it would work and again by some witch.
Chester had been working for Mary for some years, and the two had become friends. He didn't know what in the demon had her offering him a job the first time the two came across each other, but he was glad she did and even more grateful he took the job. Maybe it was because he was so pitiful in that worn down, rain-leaking warehouse, sobbing or maybe he was a product of opportunity, either way, he loved Mary, his guardian demon. She kept him safe, in return he did whatever she asked. Chester loved he little life he had.
One of the things he was tasked to keep up with was social relationships with other humans. More often than not, he could talk others into summoning Mary, and that's where she got either her food or power from making deals. Chester was good at that job, he was social, people liked him, people liked him enough to summon demons with him, which he was uneffected by, but they were not.
On some level, he felt bad about tricking them like that, but it was his job so he didn't really.
Now, the thing about making friends so quickly, for so long, is that one learns the signs of which people are more willing to do crazy things, and which ones are not. Which is a plus! But, if one is too busy looking for those signs, they miss the signs that point out a clingy or nosy person. And while Chester normally wasn't one to miss things, he was only human and people make mistakes. Mistakes like befriending the nosiest, most clingy human he could probably find ever. So it really wasn't his fault that he was being followed.
Mary could communicate with him telepathically, it was one of those "working for a demon" things, but it pained Chester, giving him migraines after lengthy talks, so the two normally just met up if there was something specific she wanted the human to do.
Chester had left his normal hang out at the park about 30 minutes previous, and made his way through town and into one of the haunted, abandoned factories where he had a small set up and where he stayed sometimes in this town. His job was a lot of traveling, which Chester loved. This place wasn't bad, but he'd rather be home, in his cabin in the middle of some woods, where Mary had given him a home. Even demons had to sleep sometimes. As he walked through his door, he touched the son mining circle on the wall lightly, sending a message to Mary that he was ready for their monthly "long-chat".
Chester had been working for Mary for some years, and the two had become friends. He didn't know what in the demon had her offering him a job the first time the two came across each other, but he was glad she did and even more grateful he took the job. Maybe it was because he was so pitiful in that worn down, rain-leaking warehouse, sobbing or maybe he was a product of opportunity, either way, he loved Mary, his guardian demon. She kept him safe, in return he did whatever she asked. Chester loved he little life he had.
One of the things he was tasked to keep up with was social relationships with other humans. More often than not, he could talk others into summoning Mary, and that's where she got either her food or power from making deals. Chester was good at that job, he was social, people liked him, people liked him enough to summon demons with him, which he was uneffected by, but they were not.
On some level, he felt bad about tricking them like that, but it was his job so he didn't really.
Now, the thing about making friends so quickly, for so long, is that one learns the signs of which people are more willing to do crazy things, and which ones are not. Which is a plus! But, if one is too busy looking for those signs, they miss the signs that point out a clingy or nosy person. And while Chester normally wasn't one to miss things, he was only human and people make mistakes. Mistakes like befriending the nosiest, most clingy human he could probably find ever. So it really wasn't his fault that he was being followed.
Mary could communicate with him telepathically, it was one of those "working for a demon" things, but it pained Chester, giving him migraines after lengthy talks, so the two normally just met up if there was something specific she wanted the human to do.
Chester had left his normal hang out at the park about 30 minutes previous, and made his way through town and into one of the haunted, abandoned factories where he had a small set up and where he stayed sometimes in this town. His job was a lot of traveling, which Chester loved. This place wasn't bad, but he'd rather be home, in his cabin in the middle of some woods, where Mary had given him a home. Even demons had to sleep sometimes. As he walked through his door, he touched the son mining circle on the wall lightly, sending a message to Mary that he was ready for their monthly "long-chat".
