Short Stories

The Demon's Person

I glared at the spot the demon had disappeared from. He took my sandwich and disappeared!

I worked very hard making that and that demon just decides to take it? When I get my hands on him, he will regret everything he's ever done.

For now, I calm myself and simply make another. That was delicious, but I doubt that's what you came here for.

Well, for the next few months, everything seemed to go my way. My boss gave me a promotion, I've become more popular at Coding Games and Things, and the games that I made had become more popular! How exciting is that? Just when I think things couldn't get any better, I met him.

Technically, I've known him for a while, but we've never spoke. His name was Hyacinth. When I told him my name, he stared at me for what seemed forever.

"What?" I had asked him, after five minutes of him staring.

"Your name's Apollo," Hyacinth began to laugh, "Apollo loved a man named Hyacinth." Then we both started laughing. What a coincidence? Hyacinth knew the old tales more than I did, but the stories gave me creative, new ideas for my games.

For the next few weeks, Hyacinth and I had hung out together, going to movies, dinners, or just hanging around in my apartment. I thought nothing could go wrong. Until, a week later.

My boss had called me in to talk to me. It was strange. Overnight, my popular selling games had suddenly plummeted, they were now the most hated games and I was about to be fired. The best part? I locked up last night, but I never turned on the security alarms. Someone broke in last night; it looks like no one stole anything, but I was hanging by a few threads already.

What was happening? Why had my luck changed from incredibly awesome to toilet water? Then I remembered why I was having luck in the first place. My sandwich.

My goddamn sandwich. I worked all day, I made sure I left someone else in the building, so they can lock up, but that didn't stop the rain from coming down and ruining my clothes. Even worse? The rain came out of nowhere. Once I stepped outside, it just started. I raced home, soaking wet, threw off my sweater and began to make a sandwich, making it exactly as I did a few months ago.

I smirked as the demon appeared, but I stopped him from grabbing my sandwich. I took a bite out of it. Mm, it was so good...

"So? What do you want? Why did you make my life go easy and-" I didn't get to finish that sentence. I accidentally hit my knee on the table. I winced, grabbing my knee. The demon seemed smug, now. "Stop that, demon!" I hissed through my clenched teeth.

"Now, now, I'd think my human would know his owners name by now!" The demon exclaimed, a grin on his face. "Ginger, not Demon, human. Ginger."

"You don't own me. You're a demon to me e- Ginger? Really?" I was about ready to burst into laughter. A demon named Ginger. Ginger isn't really a scary name or anything. That was the name of a hair color – mine specifically.

"You dare laugh in my presence?" Ginger asked, trying to sound intimidating, but it really wasn't working for me.

"I'm not laughing. Yet. Besides, I need answers, so you going to listen?" I asked, staring at the demon in front of me. I was becoming quite curious with the demon. He didn't look like a goat or anything, in fact, the only thing that was off about him was his pure black eyes. There were no pupils, it was just black. I briefly wondered if he could see in color. Then I noticed that he had wings. Like an angel's wings, except, it seemed to be made from shadows, not anything solid. It was transparent. Ginger looked more like a human than anything else. I nearly missed the fact that he didn't have pupils and had wings. Though, he was tall, he was mostly slouching. He didn't radiate power, but I could feel his presence, it felt like there were many eyes watching me.