Better Demons

27 Dec 2011 by Cal

Leofric hummed cheerfully under his breath, peering into the bathroom mirror while daubing at the points of his antlers with a long-handled paintbrush. He’d finished the left-hand one already, the dark-red corn syrup staining several tines in a strategically grisly spectacle. A couple more tines on the right and some splatter on his face and shirt and he’d be set. And maybe this year, Zita’d be done picking out her best devil-fairy outfit first.

It was not Halloween. It was, however, the only day where the blonde boy ever willingly woke up before dawn: Saturday after the second week of classes, commonly known among the student body as Hell Night.


20 Dec 2011

“Now this Crew… They actually have a name, kind of. Boom! I think they made it up themselves. They’re… well, they’re crazy.”

“Crazy seems pretty par for the course down here, doesn’t it?”

“Hah, no, these guys are good people, but they’re actually nuts. Well, mostly. This one, the pretty red-head? You can’t see it in the picture but she’s got a long, really fluffy tail. Cynara. She’s mostly normal, at least for down here. If you have business with the Crew or want to find something, she’s the one to talk to.”