The Demon's Deal

The Otherworld- Home To Everything That Goes "Bump" In the Night

  He grabbed me, crushing me to his chest. He waved at my parents before he mumbled something under his breath.

  I was still trying to catch mine as the living room suddenly began to fade and I felt like we were being sucked into something. I clutched at the demon, who held me close to his body, as if he were afraid that if he lessened his grip on me I would fly away. I'm sure I probably would have too.

  Just as suddenly as we had been sucked into the (well, I didn't know exactly what to call it) void, we stood in a strange room.

  Well, it was strange to me anyway, but the demon seemed to recognize it because he let me go and moved away from me.

  That little trip through the rabbit hole was a little to Harry Potter for me. This was crazy. I had to be dreaming this all up.

  I looked around me and was surprised to find that the demon's place didn't look half bad.  It definitely looked male dominated, done in all dark colors. It appeared to be a type of apartment flat. The living room was also the dining room and it had a little kitchenette in the corner.

  If I had to guess, I would have to say I was standing in the middle of the living room. Behind me was a weathered looking black leather couch with a matching love seat to its right. A large black wooden table sat between them. Its surface was covered in Maximum magazines and GameInformer's. How very manly.

  In front of me was a huge entertainment center that held a large plasma screen TV and on the shelves below it held every game console known to man. Hell, he even had a DreamCast, and I hadn't seen one of those in like forever. Oh, Atari too. Two black bookshelves flanked the entertainment stand. One held movies- mainly action and horror and the other with video games, all sorted by their console. How tidy.

  I noticed that on top of the bookshelves and the entertainment stand, as well as the coffee table, candles in all shapes, sizes and colors cluttered the spaces. Their wax dried onto most of the surfaces.

  So he liked candle light.

  All of the candles were lit, throwing off flickers of golden light in the dark colored living room.

The dark red brick walls were blank of art or posters. A few built in shelves that contained numerous objects of curiosity, but that was about it.

  I turned to see the rest of the flat. Behind me, more shelves with candles. These ones held a number of dusty looking tomes and volumes, all leather bound and without print on the spines. A few shelves held jars with things inside. I was sure I didn't want to know what was inside those jars.

  In the center of the entire room was a large wooden table with a heavily scarred top. It was cluttered with more candles and books. Above it hung a magnificent chandler that was aglow with candle light, wax dripping down onto the table.

  The tiny kitchenette wasn't much to see, just a few counters, a stove, a sink, a fridge and a dishwasher with ample cupboard space. To the left of the kitchenette was a doorway that lead to what I was guessing was the demon's bedroom and bathroom. It was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure.

  Along the entire right hand side of the flat were tall french windows that were covered by heavy dark velvet drapes.

  "Going to ask where we are?," a voice asked me.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin. But I did jump, whirling to face the source of the voice.

The demon was lounging against the wooden table in the center of the room. He looked comfortable with his arms crossed over his massive chest.