Jerry was actually evil. That was good to know. I had them and I had to distribute them among my squad. Nyrear and Vohrear were the nearest and dearest to me due to the fact they backed me up, so I gave them a soul each. Ororin was the only succubus I had in the squad, so she got one. The final soul went to Grulilan. Patience was definitely not his strong suit. I had to reign him in multiple times before myself. If he did not get one now, he would make all of our lives a living hell. That was worth the listening to Zaranarax bitch and moan about it. In return, he was always the first to feed on Sheldon and Jerry. He had the apartment all to himself now. We could use the spare room at his parent's apartment as long as we did not draw attention to ourselves. I honestly wondered where Jerry would get the other 2 souls from. It was not like he could just spawn 2 of them out of thin air. He would have to be crafty about it. When he did get me those souls, he would be free of our contract and I would probably move on. We had probably grown as much as we could from them already. I also had the book.
The thing that sucked about this was that we got the blow back from the death. I was at work when I heard a large commotion outside. Felix, Alex and their friends were outside. They wanted to get inside. That was not good at all. Luckily, they were way to young to get into the club. They were shouting things like we were murderers and demons and everyone was not safe here. They were shunned and forced to leave. We had been perfect over here. We never fed on anyone at the club and even on call with our clients, we left them alive so that they could come back for more. Also even Grulilan and Nyrear, who had the shortest tempers of the squad, had a great rapport with most of the staff. Between the hosts, bartenders and bouncers, we were all highly popular in this area of the city. So much so that other clubs tried to poach us with offers of more money. We were demons. We did not need money. We needed a place to integrate into society and find ways to fuck around without looking suspicious. It was already perfect where we were. That was not the end of them. They were wizards after all.
Vohrear and I were stationed on the dancefloor. While we were dancing together with the patrons, 2 came up to us. They said they needed to talk to us about something very important. "What is it? We might be able to help if it's for a good enough cause." Vohrear said. He was looking them up and down hungrily. "Easy. Let's hear them up without scaring them off." I teased him as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. He slid his eyes to look at me. "I'm taking it easy. I just want to help pretty girls." He then turned his head to say "These girls have really good mana. Let's drain them tonight." I looked at him and thought about it. Something felt off. I looked at the girls and said "Give us 10 minutes." They nodded their heads and left. I looked at Vohrear. "Something is up here. I don't know about them. Let's be on our toes when we go talk to them." I said. He shrugged and said "Your nose has always been weak, Wraxix. You wouldn't have known that they had mana if it wasn't for me." We finished dancing and walked out to meet them. Vohrear and I were together. We went into the alley to find them.
