There was no more exchange between the two as they drove deeper into the city's fringes, where sand covered the streets like smouldering snow. Their police department was a strange inverse of theirs. It was in the opposite colour scheme, and where M.H.P.D only had one floor but was extended, M.N.P.D had multiple floors, each a 1/4 of the space. Red and white was the colour choice that the nonhumans had decorated the inside and outside. They appeared to have no Pickup like their human brethren, just a large parking lot covered with candid security cameras. Elise slammed the door in his face, opening the back seat with the same aggression.
Max dared not get out of the car as the two loudly conversed. Outside of the social confrontation, whatever the gelatin creature had secreted had a strange effect on his clothes and skin. His shirt was just mere rags that were slowly melting away. Stone pants were hanging on, but his boxers were gone. The waistband needed both of his hands to keep his jeans on. Elise's slime stubbornly stuck to his skin like a second one. Maxwell felt a sensation similar to having tongues suctioned and wiggled across his flesh.
Ignoring the sensation, he waited until the talking had softened to leave the car. Whatever happy conversation they were having stopped with an emotionless stare from them both. Susa flipped him off before storming away to go inside M.N.P.D. Chief Elise spoke with an exasperated sigh, "Follow me, idiot."
Max wanted nothing more than to have this horrible experience behind him. The only pleasant thing is that the prior events must have worn down the demon that caused it. Maybe it was the slime caressing his skin, but the silence in his head was near orgasmic. Every office of M.N.P.D was out, leaving the halls looking spacious. Elise occasionally looked back to make sure that he was still behind her. She looked concerned, except when she 'bit' down on her bottom lip, something felt lacking. Elly didn't have teeth, so the expression was strange as it stayed until they got a room with a one-sided mirror. His heart drops as he instantly recognizes the Demonkin-looking woman on the phone with someone, alone.
It was Regret!
Elise's stone expression returned when she opened the door and pushed him inside, and her grip and touch were as solid as iron. Max was met with Regret's drained yellow gaze when the door slammed.
"No, she is YOUR daughter. Get it right, or I will shove-- No fucking way... It's Max. Got to go." Their eyes met halfway in that sentence and never left each other. Reget falsely claimed that her race was Demonkin, but her body resembled a mythical dragon. If any of the three types of Demonkin Regret had few features aligned with it, it was a Cubi. Her only Demonkin-ish peculiarities began at her dusty, earth-tone reddish skin and ended with the braided pitch-black hair. Despite the upward horn that curves inward and outward, she had a surprisingly feminine face that was easy on the eyes. An expression of violent disbelief flashed across the yellow eyes that followed his movements as he crossed the room. The room was minimalist, with only a table and bare white walls. Four chairs were around the table, and he sat across from her. Max only had enough time to raise a hand from his tattered jeans in an attempt to wave.
The clattering of her chair startled him enough to make him jump back as she leapt over the table at him. Regret scaly hands and painted claws dug at the flesh of his neck. She was in a pair loose fitted basketball shorts, a tightly fitted wife beater, and a crop-cut denim jacket that he had all the time to admire; she carried his body to the opposite wall with one hand. Her outfit was completed with an M.N.P.D cap and her badge proudly on her chest above her heart. Given his situation, she also wore a necklace with a strange pendant that was hard to look at.
Max clawed at her hands even when she slammed his body hard enough to see stars, and his efforts only amounted to his fingertips bleeding. He dared not break eye contact. High-pitched wheezes were the only response to her rant to him, "You have some fucking balls, Max! Not only did you turn out to be some damn porky, but then you have the nerve to come in here covered in some Gel's cum!? Do you know how many times I called you, little bitch!? Buster! Punk! Fuckboy! I! Liked! You! Damnit!!" Every exclamation point was emphasized with a slam against the solid wall. The blows left him seeing darkness on the fringes of his vision. Regret grip on his neck only got tighter as two people barged into the room from the darkened peripherals. He heard the muffled sound of talking; the more solid sound of blood in his ears took precedence.
'We're dying!'
'One second...!'
Immediately after those words, a small fact that had escaped him the entire time came back to his mind as Regret used his throat as a stress-relieving toy: his pants. They fell off his waist when his nails chipped away at Roronoa's impregnable skin. Max's hearing came back at the worst possible.
