Postby Isoyami » Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:37 am
Glaring red eyes snapped open in the darkness; a rough tongue loosed a guttural, snarling curse. A dark figure sat up panting, fumbling for a flint and striking a spark, soon a torch was lit and the red eyes looked around. The scene revealed was nightmarish, a swirling cacophony of dark magic and fanged faces. The demon loosed a guttural groan and threw himself backward on the rough stone of his cot, rubbing a clawed hand over his face in the darkness of his demon barracks. He tried to relax, the dark shape of the walls and the creatures inside it familiar and comforting to him, his breath a gurgling wheeze in the night. “Nrr’gth’ul Zz’th-Ukt?” A pair of red eyes met his and a growly voice rasped somewhere next to him, it was his bunkmate. “Can’t sleep?”
With an affirmative grunt, the first demon officer nodded. “I had that dream again…” “What, that one time we torched that village and slaughtered all the squishy humies in it?” “No, I enjoyed that one…” The first demon officer replied.. “It was that monster again. Ugh, I hate that monster…” “Tell me about it?”
Nodding, the dream bedeviled demon officer lay flat again and tried to gather his thoughts. “It wasn’t like one of our pets… with its thick coat and sharp fangs for attacking. This… this beast was just so.. small. And the humie who held it was so calm and confident, it must have been a strong and vile monster indeed…” In the darkness, the second demon officer shuddered, glad for the concealing gloom. Though he was loathe to admit it, similar nightmares had been haunting the second demon’s dreams as well.
It was about that time that a hissing catfight erupted from the far end of the common barracks, the first officer got up, red eyes gleaming. Glad for a target to vent his anger, he shouted at the small cluster of spawn who were busy jabbering and cackling about slitted eyes that glowed in the night, razor sharp claws and needle fangs. Switching from the low guttural spoken by officers among themselves, the demon spoke in the higher pitched squeals of the lesser scouts: “Stuff yer worthless Gg’lackt holes or I’ll bash your bloody heads together!” “..Bloody useless Grots….” Muttering, the officer settled back into his familiar cot and resigned himself to another tortured, sleepless night.
Elsewhere, the demon adviser to Balthazar was sighing to himself, rubbing a sharpened, manicured claw against the bridge of his flattened, hairy nose. “Sir…. Put down the… No, I don’t want a Demon Heart, Your Nastiness, THANK you…. Yes I know Coconut Cream are your favorites, but…” Shaking his head, the adviser sidestepped the invitation to the bright flowery table. “About your latest evil plan, Sir… its been –how- long since you obtained the last piece? And you still wont tell me what it is?”
The demon adviser sighed again, trying to suppress a shudder. The throne room where he stood was vile, especially by demon standards. Instead of a nice black or a warm bloody red, the walls were painted this ugly, nauseating red, so light and washed out it was downright pale. Not bloody at all. And in circular little platters along the walls, the images of the most horrifying little creatures a demon could imagine: instead of large and muscular, it was tiny and pathetic. Instead of great red eyes and slavering fangs and an intimidating growl, it has little, helpless round blue eyes, soft fluffy fur, and a little squeak of a voice. It was the eyes that were worst, they seemed to peer into the demon’s soul, and pour in images of sunshine and rainbows, no matter how hard he tried to resist, and no matter how hard he thought comforting black thoughts. Little did the adviser know, though, that Balthazar himself instilled fear of the fluffy cute creatures in his demon horde so they would be properly cowed and afraid when they entered his throneroom and his evil presence.
Down an adjoining passageway, there was a knock on the door. Excusing himself, the demon adviser answered it, and returned carrying a crate, mewling could be heard inside the metal bars. The adviser wore an expression of open revulsion, carrying the crate gingerly like it was the latest secret weapon that could wipe out a whole land. With sullen, slow steps the adviser carried the crate over to a small, fenced off corner of the room where a pile of the little creatures climbed over each other and cavorted. “The latest shipment of plains cats has arrived, Lord, do you want me to put them in the nursery…?”
Awai Isoyami - 61003
"I fear no demon, for Ben is my Strength. I fear not death, for Cory is my Shield."