Safety Has A Tail and Horns

8

In short, life as a demon was not easy for Shane. Eventually the day came where Ryan and many, of not all, of the people Shane knew so long ago passed on.

Of course, ghosts were real, and Ryan made sure to remind Shane of that at every opportunity possible.

"Can you believe you used to think this wasn't real?" Ryan asked, spinning in lazy circles in the air.

"You were right about one thing, little guy," Shane agreed. He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair as best he could with wings.

He was currently sitting in his eighth apartment, moving around so as to not draw suspicion when he didn't age along with the other residents of the building and stayed many years after them. Ryan was his ghostly roommate, "living" out his dreams.

"It's still really weird seeing you with horns," Ryan said, finally settling on the floor. "Wings and tail, too. Surprised you didn't get the cloven hooves too."

"I'm a demon, Ryan, not the devil himself. Decent guy, though. Reminds me of his South Park counterpart."

Ryan nodded, thinking. "Not that I have a desire to meet him or anything, but do you ever think I will?"

"If you went down and spent eternity in hell with me, then yes. Otherwise, very unlikely. Luckily for you, you've got all the time in the world to figure out where you wanna go."

"Very true. I do miss having a solid body, though."

"Not sure if you'd get one down there or not. You aren't a demon."

"Maybe I'll become one or something," Ryan said, face breaking into a smile.

"Father Thomas would've been so disappointed hearing that from you," Shane said back, unable to help smiling himself.

"Not a bad plan though, eh? Ghoul brothers in life and in death."

"Ghoul brothers in life and death."