Coming Out of the Closet - Satan

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IV.

Coping strategies, Satan.
Deep breaths.
If only my therapist were here. Speaking of that, where even is he? He was supposed to be here at 8:00am.
I'm too tired for this.

        I uncovered my head from the mass of blankets and laid back against the wall. Unconsciously, the world faded to darkness.

        A giant demoness came into view, they had dark blue hair, almost black, and icicle horns. They seemed to be sleeping. I reluctantly took a step closer to them, they had blueish lavender skin, periwinkle, and ears similar to mine.
I frowned,
     Periwinkle is closer to blue, and blue demons usually don't grow that tall, So why is this demon almost 10 feet tall?
I stood there, brows furrowed, until I realized, why was I even dreaming about some random purple demon? And a demoness for that matter, I don't even like girls.
Everything else was silhouetted, I could make out some trees and a backpack, I think. But it was the silhouette holding onto the demoness's arm that confused me. It seemed like a petite girl, but it was wrapped in blankets, making it hard to be sure. The odd part though, was that it had no horns.
        And then the shadows making up the silhouettes suddenly cloaked everything with it's dark presence, and the image disappeared. I guessed it only lasted for two minutes at most.

I opened my eyes,
What was that? And who was that?
I looked upwards, and for a mere second I thought I could see the demon from my dream,
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Then she disappeared in a swirl of small flakes of ice. I reached out, trying to catch one,
"Satan!" A voice called out, making me flinch.
"Time to come out of the closet, bud," there were some knocks. I translated the code, "My king, it's Zoro."
I crawled towards my closet door, but froze, remembering the glowing figure from my window earlier,
"That's it, I'm kicking down this door."
There was a thud, which was almost immediately followed with a cracking sound, and before I knew it, my closet door was laying on the floor.

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