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The smell was of wet earth, stone and foliage. A once over and he sighed. He felt moist. No mirror, he would have little idea what he was. So, little option left, he began the game of ‘feel myself up to figure what I am’. Cloven hooves for feet, scales, a tail that ended in a leafy bush like thing, wooden horns, one set of large leafy wings. Leaves and vines decorating his body- which was in a suit of all things. A leafy dragon. Earth dragon. Close enough. When he finally reached the edge of the town he managed to look at himself. Not ugly, but the green beard was a bit much. Still, he looked his gender. Good enough in his book, he was a terrible actor.

It took longer than he wanted, no one wanting to really talk to him about boogeymen and giving him flippant answers. But about an hour later he had directions, the boogeyman HQ which hopefully would hold the a*****e Prinny. He had to act, play it like he had a purpose and he was from Halloween. Dis was not going to help him. He had only himself and his own wits. Entering the building he looked around not noticing anyone but a thing behind a desk. Trying to calm his nerves he approached. “Excuse me, I am looking for ‘Prinny’?” He made it a question. “I have something that belongs to them.” A fist to the face for one, favor aside.

As the receptionist began to pile on the papers, Marcus realized that nothing he ever did would go according to plan. A few drops of dirt did sadly, fall from him, as well as a few leaves from his 'hair'. Looking to the monster to the paper work he sighed, grabbed a pen- Then picking up the now very large stack went to find a spot to sit down and get to work.

Name:

Well ********. This was going to be fun.

Name: Hatins Hatin

Okay no, that was stupid.

Name: Hatins Hatin Mitch Brittlebark

That sounded okay. A bit legit. Better than Hatins at least. Sighing he worked on the papers. And worked. And after a time he began to bullshit until finally, he was pretty sure he was done. The question of 'When was your last ectoplasmic exam' he still wasn't going to change the answer from 'I don't want to talk about it.'

Sometimes he figured the best answers was none at all.


Taking the papers, (now well over an hour later) back to the desk he set them down with a thump. "The money you must waste on paper work is no doubt astounding." The irony of the fact he as in earth dragon golem was lost on him. "But I'm done."

Well, wasn't that just Eco-friendly. It probably should have grossed him out but the nice reminder of bark falling off of his shoulder told him 'wait this is a golem, I am not the one who will have to clean it after or deal with it after'. Besides, if the golem broke, well then.

That was just an accident now wasn't it.

"Glad to know you are helping the environment." Listening to the cake convo made Marcus's eyes roll. Maybe if he got a cake the mark would go away. He was also sure that Deus didn't have a cake themed golem, sorry. Still, the demon came out, and Marcus frowned. "I want you to remove the mark you put on my a**. A debt is a debt and I've come to pay my dues."

Marcus just stood and waited. And waited. And wasn't super shocked that the demon didn't know him, nor, that they were cussing him out. "Mitch right now, previously Marcus. You helped me with a problem a while back and we made a deal. Now I want to hold up my end of the deal."

Was that clear enough? He didn't want to go into the
'I'm the hunter who got a man killed and you helped by replacing him and gave me a demon mark on my a**.'

He really didn't.

Halloween was weird. As he watched the eye flee, he just resigned himself to the fact he was on his own, and Dis was colder than ice. "Because going by my original name is- Look Prinny. You gave me a damn mark on my a**. One I need removed." He was reaching his limit of control. Couldn't he just kill the halloweener? Oh right, he couldn't. Golem. Weaponless.

"I owe you a favor. You want cake, fine. I'll get you a bloody cake. And-no I don't want to see." He cringed. Not even Dis showed interest. "I have no interest in seeing anything of the sort. I have an interest in being able to do my job without worrying about the fact I owe a demon a favor." He groaned. "I'll get you a cake. I'll get you five cakes. Ten even. I'll do just about anything so long as you get rid of your damn demon mark."

"Considering I'd like to get married and giving my fiance an a** previous unmarked? That my job sort of requires me to not make deals with demons I and I ******** up and did? Yeah. Yeah I'd say it's bothering me a ******** ton."

Dis gave Marcus a tiny mental pinch. He was walking into something but hell if Dis was going to help him beyond the mental warning.

"...." Dis gave a mental chuckle. Marcus gave more of a mental scream of anger. "********. So glad to have made your day. Now make my day and kindly remove it. I came here to get it removed so let me ask again if a bit differently. What the flying ******** do you want from me?" He crossed his arms, not looking to budge anytime soon.

"... You know what lady thing?"

He'd given up. "Yes. Do you have any guns? Because I'd like to just shoot someone in the face."