Instantly, the horrible screams and burning sensations stopped. It was only me and the demon. He faced me, then his shoulders sagged.
“I juzt lozt, didn’t I?” he moaned. I nodded, mentally exhausted from my ordeal.
“In that caze…” he said, “are you sure you will not turn over to me your Eternal Zoul, forever and always, and give up all rightz and pretenzez to the Kingdom of Heaven?” I nodded again, hoping I had understood his legalistic demon-speak. The demon sighed, then turned around.
“Wait…” I said, “one more thing.” The demon turned around, hopefully.
“What’s your name?” I asked. I wanted something to remember him by.
“Lickzpit,” spat the demon, uncomfortably. [Does the demon’s name hold any meaning? Naturally, the act of licking spit (Mr. Hansen assured me afterwards that the z-sound in the demon’s name was the result of his peculiar speech impediment, and that his actual name was Lickspit) stirs disgust, but what does the act itself represent? Maybe the name is merely the demon’s personal attempt to be as negative as possible, therefore reinforcing the devil stereotype and strengthening the air of the corruputer. –Wh.] I turned the name around in my mouth, then told him I felt it suited him. He cursed, turned again, and vanished.
Table of Contents
Prelude
The First Night
The Second Night
The Third Night
The Fourth Night
The Fifth Night
The Sixth Night
The Seventh Night
The Eigth Night
The Ninth Night
The Tenth Night
Epilogue