Hardcore

He perched on the roof, watching through the shingles as we prepared to play truth or dare. He's been doing this for the past month now. It was enjoyable to him watching us speak interesting truths and do stupid dares. Being a demon, it was always boring down in his fiery world. He happened upon us when he was looking for someone to sin. We would spin an empty Guinness bottle and whoever it points to would choose whether to tell the truth or do a dare. By now, he had memorized our names: Amanda, Bentley, Cecile, and me, Derek. We always played the game in the attic to avoid being heard by our parents. He would get hysterical over the dares, but was skeptical about the truths (people lie about their truths just to get it over with).

Now this particular night, Amanda wanted to stop midway in the game. Apparently, shaving her hair was going overboard with the game. Oh, I'll show you overboard, the demon thought to himself. Truth or Dare is about to go hardcore! Just as the we were about to exit the attic, he made a grand entrance. Opening his broad, dark dragon-like wings, he swooped down through the roof, dropping wood and shingles everywhere, and to add a dramatic effect, had sharp lightning appear, followed by the sound of boisterous thunder. Cecile screamed, Amanda fainted, Bentley fell backward, and I was prepared to fight.

"Hello, children," the demon greeted them with a smile full of sharp pearly-white teeth.

"Who are you?... What are you?" I asked.

"My name," the demon said in a comical type of way. "Is Joravac, your demonic host of an epic game tonight!"

"Wait...what?" Amanda asked, just as she was coming to.

Instantly, all four of us were teleported to Joravac's home of heat. It was already set up like a game show.

"What is this!?" Bentley exclaimed.

"Welcome to Cursed Truth or Dare!" Joravac was hitched up in a Steve Harvey suit and had amplified his voice to sound like a show host.

That's how we ended up here, and let me just say, the things I've heard and seen were horrible. Cecile told a truth: She was pregnant with a deformed kid that will kill her eventually. Bentley told a truth: He was a drug dealer (we all looked in shock at that one). Tragically, Amanda was dared to jump off of a cliff. My best friend, and crush, gone... Now it was my turn. I had to either choose a dare, or truth. If I did a dare, I might lose the rest of my friends... Heck, even if I tell a particular truth I'll lose them.

"Well, Derek? Truth or Dare?" The sicko demon asked me for the fiftieth time.

"I choose... uh... " I glanced at my friends, then back at the demon. I suddenly had an idea. "I choose dare."

"Your dare is to... Shoot your friends!" Joravac cracked.