Demons and Angels

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Septebus reclined in the prime window seat at the Triton Café, enjoying the expansive view of his favorite sight, servants hard at work in the mines of Nebulon. The top demon on Pallanar was entitled to many perks, and choice seating wherever he went was one of them. He smiled and reveled in the knowledge if all went well, if he won the bet, soon everything he saw before him would be his.

Grabbing two drinks from the tray of a sexy serving wench, he took the opportunity to pinch her shapely butt as she glided past, eliciting a sharp yelp and a dirty look from the young demon. He didn’t care; groping anyone he pleased was also part of being top demon, and he felt it was his duty to break in the new servers. If she couldn’t take the heat, she should get out of the café. As Obernon entered the establishment, Septebus waved him over. The two exchanged a high five and settled themselves in.

After a large, noisy sip of the best blood wine on the planet, Septebus brought up the predominant topic of conversation with every demon for the past month. “So, Obernon, do you think our candidate is going to make it?”

“I know he will.” He grabbed a handful of blaze nuts from the bowl on the table. “Our demon has adapted well to Earth. He’s met a lot of humans, made connections, and seems to be well liked. This candidate is going to be victorious.”

“But will he be able to stand the true test? I don’t believe he has the willpower. He’s pathetic and frail, like all Earthlings. Once they take on the human form and lose their demon power, they become weak. They succumb to the pleasures of the flesh. Remember old Baculus? He became a slave to food and got so fat he could barely achieve an erection, let alone convince a woman to have sex with him. Died of a heart attack, I seem to recall.”

“Ah yes, I do remember Baculus, may he rest in peace. But this one is different, exhibiting a great deal of self-discipline, so far. I do believe he will be able to pass the test. In any case, we’ll find out this week.”

“Then our bet is still on. I say he doesn’t make it. I say he’s going to make me the rightful, one-hundred percent owner of the Nebulon mines. That is, if you’re still planning to keep your promise.”

Obernon glared at Septebus. “You know my word is good. And don’t gloat too soon, my friend. I plan to own the entire mining territory, so I suggest you start currying my favor right now. Fetch us another round of blood wine.”

Septebus threw back his head and laughed. Obernon is indeed a worthy rival. The bet would make taking his share of the spoils all that much more enjoyable. He summoned the serving wench to bring them more libation and the two demons continued their debate.

• * * *

“Macy, come on, I’m telling you this is a great chance to make a lot of money and have a little fun. There’s nothing to worry about, seriously. It’s just a bunch of guys dressing up, having fun, playing at being bad. It’s perfectly innocent,” Cyantold her friend, as they bustled around the kitchen of Gracie’s Garden, in preparation for the dinner crowd.

“They think they’re demons? Doesn’t sound so innocent to me! Thinking about demons gives me the creeps. I know there are powerful evil forces out there and I don’t want to get involved with them,” Macy said.

“These guys don’t really think they’re demons. My friend told me that they believe there is this one demon, sent to live on this planet for ten Earth years, from one All Hallows’ Eve to another a decade later. He has to find an honest human woman, seduce her, and make love to her on the tenth Halloween night, without reverting to his demon form. Apparently, when a demon as a human gets sexually excited, he changes to his true self, so it’s a test of his control to see if he can complete the sex act without transforming. He has to penetrate her, bring her to an orgasm, but not have one himself, or he’ll revert to a demon.”

“Wow, this is all pretty kinky, so far. So what happens if he manages to have a successful sexual liaison? Does he win some sort of prize? A kewpie doll? A set of Ginsu knives?” Macy asked.

“Yes, he does get a prize, Miss Smarty Pants. He gets to take the human girl back to the planet of Pallanar with him, where he becomes king and she becomes his queen. But if he fails, if he reverts to a demon, or doesn’t complete the sex act that night…” Cyan leaned in close to Macy and lowered her voice. “…he’s doomed to live his life on Earth as a demon, skulking around, hiding out in the forests and hills, like a hideous beast. He gives up his reign and his immortality. Kind of beautifully tragic, isn’t it?”