Demonic Boundries

Edmund Panaro's Day

Ed opened his eyes quietly then mumbled incoherent words and turned onto his side while in bed to block out the bright sunlight. It must have been late noon since the sun was at it’s brightest and blazing into his room, it was quite uncomfortable even if he’s lived in Hell. But the sun was way hotter than hell. Moving around trying to get comfortable Ed huffed then sat up then rubbed his bare naked toned abs while sniffing to get the sleep away from him. Rubbing his eyes he shuffled his feet with each small step to get to his closet to find something to wear, sometimes he wished he could just walk around the house naked. Only there was a problem; Classy. If anything he would get castrated by her feline claws if he ever attempted such a thing, so he stripped himself from his sweat pants that he wore to bed then changed into simple straight leg black pants. Walking into his large closet he found a white button up shirt then slipped that on not buttoning the buttons all the way, after finding decent clothes he wandered out of his closet into the bathroom that was in his bedroom.

“Mnn.” He grumbled and stared at the horrifying appearance that looked right back at him, his small nub horns were showing through his forest of black hair and his red eyes were a scarlet color instead of their normal dark red. After raking his fingers through his hair to fix the mess, he sighed finally getting his hair the way he wanted it and just walked out of the bathroom then downstairs to find Classy laying on a step in the sunlight taking an afternoon nap. Stepping over that step, he walked into the kitchen and stared at the vacant room for a short moment, “Food.”

His stomach grumbled so he looked through the fridge and found a Pizza Hot Pocket then unwrapped the food of choice and folded the bottom of the box to hold the hot pocket. After a moment he set the microwave timer to forty-seven seconds and waited.

“Good morning.” A voice was heard so he turned slightly to spot Classy jumping on the counter.

“Mornin’.” Ed yawned and Classy scrunched up her face in disgust.

“Yuck, didn’t you brush your teeth or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Ugh, you disgust me sometimes.” Classy jumped from the counter, “Boys, they never mature.” She muttered other things after that and trotted out of the room to find some mice down in the cellar.

“Women.” He rolled his eyes then heard the ring of the microwave so he opened the small door to grab his steaming hot, hot pocket. Ed didn’t mind the heat from the hot pocket since he was a demon and could handle anything hot. Biting into the hot pocket, he walked into the sitting room to sit and take in the quiet. He remembered when Echo wasn’t around, how quiet it was and how he would feast on stranger’s dreams. Some of them nightmares which were bitter, wet dreams which were spicy, and normal dreams which were alright, not much flavor. Odd dreams tasted sour, and sweet, enjoyable dreams were sweet. Echo mostly had sweet dreams and occasional nightmares, those are one of the many things about why he enjoyed Echo being around. He also enjoyed her company, always causing things to become lively. Even testing his skills, she was a perfect package all in one. But he wouldn’t ever tell her that, it would make her pissed off.

“Thinking about Echo again, are we?” Classy was suddenly sitting on the couch with Ed.

“What makes you say that?” His voice was muffled some.

“Because your gnawing on your hand.” She clearly stated so Edmund took his hand out of his mouth then cleared his throat wondering where his hot pocket had gone.

“Your point?”

“Never mind, are we going to go out today?” Classy’s ear twitched, “I wish to be groomed.”

“Again?”

“I need to keep up on my hygiene, I’d like to stay healthy.”

“But you just went!”