Demon Muse

Hatchling

A young male demon prowls the rooftops in a large city of the human realm. He's tall and thin, but slightly muscular. His dark brown hair flutters around his eyes as he quickly moves between buildings, sniffing the air. His full pouty lips part slightly, a scent catching his attention. His chestnut brown eyes scan the windows of the building across from him, but everything is dark. He drops low, his long green tail twitching and his small green horns reflecting the moonlight. He pushes off, jumping across a wide alley to land on a balcony.

He peers inside and sees an ordinary bedroom, decorated in a soft beige with ruby red accents. The large queen sized bed catches his attention, as someone rolls over in it. He inhales sharply, that strangely alluring scent hitting him like a slap in the face. He quietly slips into the room, approaching the bed and hoping that this time, the meal can satisfy his hunger.

He stands over the figure in the bed, his heart suddenly racing in an unfamiliar manner. In the bed, lays a man who appears to be in his early thirties. Tanned skin glistens in a sliver of moonlight seeping in through the balcony doors. The man is wearing a pair of blue jean bib overalls and nothing beneath them. His muscular chest rises and falls, nearly hypnotizing the young demon. The man has shaggy black hair covering a face that looks sculpted by the Gods. The demon reaches out, brushing the man's bangs aside for a better look. He licks his lips, wanting to lick the mole just beneath the man's bottom lip.

The demon shakes his head, kneeling beside the bed. Is it really alright to make a meal out of such a beautiful creature?

* * *

Sean Little is a world renowned sculptor and artist. His paintings alone regularly sell for tens of thousands of dollars. Unfortunately, he's in a three month long creative slump. He hasn't even entered his in-home studio in over a month. He's been feeling depressed, a deadline for an upcoming art show less than two months away and a massive block of granite untouched in his studio.

He awakens late at night, an eerie feeling of not being alone. He starts to run a hand through his hair, but finds it's being held in the large hand of a stranger. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. Knelt beside his bed, is a young man. The young man's head is resting on the bed and he appears to have fallen asleep, staring at Sean.

Sean bites his lip, the young man is exquisite. He blinks, seeing horns on the young man's head and takes a closer look at his body. Leather shorts, a snug leather vest and knee high black boots. He shakes his head, thinking some erotic party goer has broken into his home. He starts to rise from the bed, but a long tail taps the bed beside him.

"Holy shit. Is this thing real?" Sean whispers, the young man groaning in his sleep.

Sean slides out of bed, taking a deep breath and heading for his studio. On the far wall, a sheet covers something massive. He grins, cracking his neck and yanking the sheet off. A block of white granite stands before him, eight feet high and nearly six feet wide. He rolls his shoulders, picking up a mallet and chisel and stepping onto a small ladder.

"Hm, perhaps I've finally found my muse." Sean smiles, beginning to chisel away at the block of granite.

* * *

Sean has no idea how much time has passed, but the face he saw when he awoke earlier, is now staring at him from the granite block. He doesn't hear the studio door open, but he begins to feel as if he's being watched. He looks over his shoulder and nearly falls off the ladder, the young demon leaping forward to catch him.

"You should be more careful." The young man grins, pressing Sean against the slab of granite.

"Model for me." Sean blurts out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.