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The demons...

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on October 10, 2019 - 9:46pm

The demons.
They came to me today.
The third time this month.
I asked them why they were here.
I asked them, and they laughed.
The laughed until they were on the floor.
Then, the darkest one I have heard been called Jett, looked at me.
He smiles, almost friendly.
He’s always been a sort of friend to me.
I don't mind them usually, but today, I'm not in the mood.
“You are getting weaker,” he says casually.
“It’s almost your time.”
“NO!” I yell, taken slightly aback.
“Don't try to struggle, it'll make it easier,” he tells me.
“I remember when I was taken. The old head demon was a bitch.”
“Old head demon?” I asked, suddenly interested.
“Yes. Dorian,” he replied. He smiled, lost in thought.
“He was a bitch, as I said. Found joy in the utter terror of his victims.”
“He would hold them down until they succumbed.” He looked sad now.
“He would force them to tear at their flesh until they went under and joined us.”
“I was the last one he ever did that to. I wasn’t going to let him do that to others.”
“He continued to scare them after they had joined, allowing him to remain unchallenged.”
“But I won't do that. He’s gone now, so I’m in charge.” He smiled again.
“I want you to join us.” He says, offering his hand.
“Yo Jett, its almost time,” One of the other demons, Joey, says.
“Okay, I gotta go. You don't have to come with us, but we’re gonna go.”
I stare at them as they begin to walk out the door.
“Wait!” I call. Jett turns and smiles.
“Coming?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you.”
“Well, let's go then.” He says, his hand offered again.
I think he is good. I trust him.
So I take his hand, and we walk, hand in hand to wherever you go when the demons win.