Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 9

May had lived with the Demon and the zombies for two months—and she still hadn't woken up yet from this dream. It was getting better though. She could stand to talk to and be around the Demon for a few moments before something he said would make her angry. She was getting use to sleeping during the day and waking at twilight. Though she still wasn't sure when the Demon with slip Hell grown food into her dish. She was getting use to it.

"Watch out Angel Lady!" Moe cried, but it was to later, the flying disc hit May straight into the head.

"Oopies! Sorry, May!" Yippee said, helping her up. Out of the three of them, Yippee was the only one that calls her May not Angel Lady. "Moe threw it to hard."

"I did not," Moe cried.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!" May glanced at Laramie.

"We should stop them," May said.

"You can do it. I'm gonna stay and watch," Laramie told her, pushing the Angel towards the scene. May sighed, was it because she's an Angel that she was the one ended up solving the conflicts, or was it because she was the eldest—save for the Demon—around the house?

"Moe, Yippee, calm down. It was no one's fault," The Angel said, touching their heads and holding them apart from one another.

"But—"

"No one's," May cut the two off.

"Okay…" They muttered, crossing their arms and looking down. Moe opened his mouth to speak, when a sound like that of a wounded animal echoed throughout the garden.

"What was that!" The three zombies gripped May's legs through her dress.

"I don't know," May started to usher the three through the maze—which she still got lost in on a regular basis. Finally, after fifteen minutes, May found the way out. The sound still reverberated through the garden. Standing outside the doors, the Demon and Timble were looking around.

"Master! What is that?" Laramie left May and darted to the Demon.

"Um, I'm not sure. It could be another Demon trying to piss me off. Or it could just be a yowling lost soul," An evil smile come across his face. "I really hope it's a lost soul." May shuddered, hoping it was just another Demon. A Demon she could handle, knowing that some poor being's soul was being tortured so close to her, she could not.

The sound was getting closer, and now all of the zombies—Timble included—were behind the Demon. May refuse to have that Demon protect hr from anything. She was the daughter of a warrior Angel, she could manage—or, with any luck, die trying.

The smile slipped off the Demons face as some nearby bushes rustled. May knew that damned souls couldn't touch or move things unless they were being tutored by a Demon. Quaking with fear, Laramie pointed to the bushes and screamed.

"Monster!" Then, the 'monster' limbed out. It looked like a small black puppy, only with a set of horns and a long thin tail with a triangle on the end. Opening its mouth, another yowl came out, a long with a forked tongue.

"…It's a hellhound," The Demon sighed. "Goodbye night of pleasure." May tried not to shudder at the Demon's words.

"A Hellhound…Master, that's a puppy!" Moe told him matter-of-factly. The Yippee walked over to it, hand held out.