Yes. His a human, not an idiot.

The second the demon’s intoxicating lips left his Random was left stunned, wholly caught up in the moment but Crimson’s voice was the leash that brought him back. “Well?”

The boy would laugh to himself as he saw curiosity from the Hellspawn that wasn’t sweet related. “Of course I have a plan. I'm a human, not an idiot.” If he had a plan or not his tone sure portrayed that he had one. Random’s confident persona was back in the driver’s seat as he pulled their phone from his pocket.

The sound of moans erupted from the phone’s speaker, the low glow from the screen reflecting the image of Tyler’s euphoric face in his eyes. He watched his handiwork with a critical view, more than a lecherous one, he was disappointed by the shoddy camera work, on Tyler’s part but it would do. “Max is all about ego. Bruise it well enough and it’s practical waving a red flag at a bull.” He explained to Crimson as she slurped her milkshake. “See the bastard has the luck of his parents bailing him out so pinning something minor will not cut it. So the only option is something public and…”

“Bloody.” Crimson finished his sentence she knew perfectly well what Random was planning after a synopsis, it like most things amused her, like she’d heard this ‘plan’ from another pathetic human before. “So you’re the sacrificial lamb to expose the monster to the world.”

“Sacrificial lamb?” The idea made him cringe. “This is selfish beside all I have to do is take a few punches and make sure it gets seen, caught on camera wouldn’t hurt either.”

The demon looked ecstatic. “You punched?! Publicly humiliated!? I adore this plan even more!”

The remark provoked an eye roll from the boy who now went back to his phone and back to the volleyball captain. His throat felt as his chest quickly rose and fell. He watched debauchery on display and the two figures fucking like wild animals in that dark ally. It felt unreal he never dreamed of being able to talk to such a girl let alone have sex with Tyler. That’s a lie he pictured fucking Tyler many times jerking off.

The idea took hold, however. Was he always this confident or was it something else? Random turned to the demon. Ever since he’d made that unholy pact with Crimson he had new freedoms take over his entire being. Freedom to claim his desires. Freedom to cast his morals aside. Freedom to do whatever he pleases whenever he, please. Yet it still terrified him, of course, he wanted to keep whatever shred of humanity he had left but having a literal devil on his shoulder and no angel on the other made it quite the challenge.