Closet Demons

Torvac and Frostig

The young ten year old girl padded silently across her bedroom floor, and climbed into bed whispering goodnight to the air. Once she was soundly asleep a clawed hand reached out from under her bed and a man dragged himself out. He glared at the two yellow pinpricks which stared out from the closet. "Go away" he hissed, "I've been her longer, I am her monster."

Another man slipped out of the closet, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dark. The first man had red scale speckled skin, and claws, he wore a pressed black suit. He was very presentable for a demon. The second man stood shorter and had yellow piercing eyes and fangs.

"You know I have just as much of a right to be here as you do, Torvac!" The smaller demon drew himself up to full height. "I won't let you," He jabbed a finger at Torvac, "boss me around!" Torvac towered over the small demon. "Frostig, I will tell you one last time." He growled at the small demon. "Get. Out. Now."

Torvac snarling baring fanged teeth at the smaller demon. "You have no right." He seethed, "I do not intend to leave because of a Rookie Closet Demon!" The small ten year old girl whimpered in her sleep and rolled over, falling back to sleep silently.

Frostig glances nervously at the child. "Hey now," he put his hands up in a placating gesture. "Let's not wake her up!" Torvac bared his fangs. The small demon pulled out a small knife and twirled it between his fingers. "No need for violence, right?"

Torvac lunged at the demon. His claws raked its arm and the knife clattered to the floor. Frostig sprouted small wings and darted up, smacking his head against the ceiling. He glanced at his knife then at the tall demon. Torvac leaped up to Frostig and dig his claws into the leathery wings. "AHHH—" a claw clamped his mouth shut.

Frostig flew blindly around the ceiling, struggling under the weight of Torvac. He clamped his fangs into the hand muffling him. Torvac pressed his claws further into the demon. Finally, they both fell to the ground. Frostig reached for his knife and slashed Torvac's arm, releasing him. He flapped his torn wings and flew out the window.

Torvac looked down and saw colorful poison mixing with the black blood in his wound. The last thing he saw was light shining through the crack in the door from the hallway. His vision faded into blackness.