Of hunters and whores. A tale of two demons.

Skri'jal woke up naked in the park. After last night he wasn't surprised in the least. He found his clothes and started back to the farm, the harvest season was on it's last week. Lerisha then woke and said:
"Going somewhere, Skri-wee?"

"Well I do have to work today. The harvest's not over yet." Skri'jal replied. Lerisha got up, walked over and kissed him.

"I guess I'll see you later then." Lerisha said, a little sad Skri'jal had to leave. With that, the two demonic lovers parted ways for the day. Skri'jal just hoped he didn't have too much trouble today. He probably threw out his back during his brawl with Cyanax and a broken backs tend to be a problem with getting out of trouble. The day continued much as normal but Skri'jal knew that that one day of the year he hated the most was fast approaching. So long as he kept his mouth shut about the subject, he could skip his birthday and then there'd be nothing that hyperactive mass of pink, fluffy chaos could do to make it any worse than the eldest of his fourteen sisters. He absolutely hated that bitch. She was the nastiest, fiercest devil south of the Styx, next to him of course. He shook the thought away as he was working. She was still in hell, and the odds of her showing up on his birthday and making him miserable were way to slim for him to worry about. But the One Percent Factor was still present, and with the odds he calculated, If she did show up...

"God help me..." Skri'jal said with a shudder.

Later that day Lerisha came over to his place and knocked on his door. He answered with a half-smile and let her in. He gave her the camping stool while he sat on the equally uncomfortable cot.

"So what brings you here, Lerisha?" Skri'jal asked.

"Oh, nothing really. Since you asked, I was wondering when's your birthday?" Lerisha asked. Skri'jal suddenly started eyeballing some barrels. He then returned his attention to Lerisha and said:

"As long as you promise not to tell Pinkie about it, I'll tell you."

"Why not?" Lerisha said

"Because the last thing a need is a murder charge and a heart attack." Skri'jal retorted.

"Alright, fair enough." Lerisha said.

"It's next Wednesday." Skri'jal said.

"That's my birthday too." Lerisha noted.

"Well, ain't that something." Skri'jal said bemusedly.

"Well, guess we'll have to get each other something special for next week." Lerisha said.

"That's easier said than done." Skri'jal said with a hint of amusement. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to find a gift. The real challenge was getting it without Pinkie Pie figuring out what the occasion was.

"So... Wanna have some fun?" Lerisha said sultrily.

"Only if I'm on top this time." Skri'jal said jokingly.

"Deal." Lerisha said as she began undressing.

The next morning

Skri'jal and Lerisha awoke in the cellar. They kissed and left to find something special for next week. Skri'jal had one particular destination in mind. On his way to Rarity's place of business, Skri'jal stopped by a jewelry store. Apparently the Jeweler was the same person he burned down the house of in a drunken rage on Halloween. After requesting a simple silver necklace with a center piece of amethyst with jet stones placed around it, he continued to his original destination. Meanwhile Lerisha decided to visit the blacksmith and get a pair of scythe-bladed chakrams with bone-like grips for Skri'jal. Said devil was currently arriving at His intended destination, The Carousel Boutique. Under normal circumstances, Skri'jal would avoid this place, but these were not normal circumstances. As he entered a bell over the door rang. Rarity, who was in another room at the moment, looked into the foyer and saw the militaristic devil.
"Oh. Skri'jal. I never thought you of all people come here." Rarity said, slightly impressed the socially dysfunctional devil showed up at her home/workplace. "What brings you here?" She inquired.

"I'm looking for something for Lerisha. I want to get her something nice." Skri'jal said. Immediately, Rarity understood why.

"Ooh. Trying to impress her now, are we?" Rarity said with a fitting tone. "So, What's the occasion?" Rarity asked.

"No reason. I just thought I'd get her something nice for next Wednesday." Skri'jal said. Suddenly Pinkie burst out from between the cushions of the couch Skri'jal was standing in front of saying:

"Is that her birthday!?!"

"OHSWEETFUCKINGJESUSALMIGHTY!" Skri'jal said looking about ready to have a heart-attack.

"Skri'jal! Language!" Rarity shouted. Skri'jal was taking deep breaths to recover from almost having cardiac arrest.

"Sorry..." Skri'jal wheezed "... It's not like I just almost had a heart attack!" He said.

"Still, that is no reason to use that kind of language." Rarity chided.

"Saying that is like saying I don't want to strangle my eldest sister." Skri'jal said.

"Well this isn't Hell, so please don't use that kind of language." Rarity said.

"Fuck off my case bitch." Skri'jal grumbled. "Back to the point of my visit, Can you make something nice for Lerisha?" Skri'jal asked.

"Well, I would most certainly love the challenge, but I will need her measurements." Rarity said.

"Luckily for you, I have them all in my head." Skri'jal said giving her the measurements so she could work. This was going to be the first time he was actually looking forward to his birthday, even if it was for just Lerisha. Ever since they first met he always had a feeling of connection to her. He now had a reason why. He'd collect the gifts for Lerisha one day prior to their birthday so he could give her them. He was not use to this kind of thing, so he could only hope he was doing it right.