Alright, here's a part 2. It's probably veritable character assassination. I'm still a little too stupid for Reddit formatting

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“Terrance, just this once listen to me. Grab the rotten goat from the fridge!” The fiend revealed his claws and lunged at me. I narrowly sidestepped, pinned between him in the foyer and the cascading rays of light in the living room.

“Stanislaus! Now is not the time for your weird goat habits. I threw it out this morning! This wouldn’t be a problem if I had my lucky stakes, but someone decided to clean up for once in their lives.” Facing unfathomable torment at the hands of an archdevil and he still wanted his stakes, the nerve!

“Terrance, how many times have I told you-“ Lewis began to cackle uncontrollably and the shadows seemed to coalesce around him. That couldn’t be good. “The goat was to protect the house from him. His kind hates the smell!” Lewis fashioned a crude lance from the shadows and threw it at Terrance. He rolled, and it went clean through the couch and the drywall behind it.

“You never mentioned that, Stanislaus! That’s why I had my lucky stakes! They were blessed to protect the home from him!” Lewis swiped again, grazing my side. A sickly black liquid emerged from the wound.

“Terrance, the blinds!” Mercifully he pulled down the blinds. A quick flight as a bat and I was beside him. “You knew he was an archfiend, and you thought the goat was for personal use? What idiot signs a contract with an archfiend without knowing about their aversion to goats?”

He suddenly grinned the most ridiculous grin. “Why Stanislaus, what idiot signs a contract with an archfiend and cannot recognize protective wards?” Lewis roared, calling the shadows to him once more.

“Is the goat in the trash chute?” He nodded. “Why I oughtta” I wrestled him into a headlock. “Choose now. Me or him?”

“Him.” I released him, as the shadows formed a greataxe, and the fiend charged us.

“It’s garbage day, I can’t reach the dumpster. You need to recover the goat, just grab the liver!” The axe crashed down and the couch was riven in two, as the axe returned to shadow.

“Stanislaus you’ll have to distract him. I know what we agreed, but take this. It’s for someone more nimble and skilled than you, but it will do.” He took out a concealed sword from one of the halves of the couch, tossing it to me. I took the duelist’s stance I had mastered so long ago as Terrance ran to the door.

“Say, I don’t think the renter’s insurance will cover that. “ I thrust the sword where one might expect a heart, precise and swift, but the shadows moved to meet my blade. I looked down at it in my hand. A symbol of a ram carved into the hilt with the name Ardor’s Bane. “Terrance! You have Ardor’s Bane? It ended my brother!” That demon shrugged as he dove into the chute. Mr. Lewis thrust, I parried, dodged and countered with a thrust of my own. This time, I disarmed him and pierced his chest. He laughed, and black particles spewing from his chest. I kicked him in the knee. Once. Twice. He buckled. I twisted the sword. The blessing in the sword began to resonate, an iridescence covering the edge. He continued to cackle. He fell back, into the sliver of sun that the spear had created when it pierced the wall. As the wound was exposed it began to burn and flake.

Terrence threw the door open. The living room was demolished, black marks covering the walls and a thin layer of black particles hanging in the room. The remains of the liver covered his hands in a sickly ooze. As he took sight of me standing over the demon, his eyes widened. “Stanislaus. I had thought he would have done my job for me.”

“I’m not that easy to get rid of. You actually got the liver. Apply it to the wound quickly.”

As the liver made contact with the wound, the archfiend roared, a roar of unmitigated fear, the fears of nightmares themselves. Surely louder than any tussle I had with Terrance.

“I think I’ve underestimated you Stanislaus. Are there any other rotting animals of import that I need to know about?”

“There’s some walrus flippers in the freezer, but they should last quite a while.”

“Very well. I think we might get a deal on the apartment if we buy it outright.” He paused, and studied me, still breathing heavily. “Stanislaus, I’ve never asked, what is it that you actually do each night?”

“Get the stakes out of the house and I’ll show you tonight.”