#singing demon

So there I was, like any normal tavern guest, minding my business spying on the establishment at 3 in the morning looking for signs of a singing ghost. I’m just about to give up when I hear singing, it was faint even for someone like me who has keen ears.

It was hard to tell where it was coming from so I went and checked the first logical place, the stage downstairs- nothin. Once I got down there the singing had stopped. Had I imagined it? When something at the window caught my eye. oh joy, a foul misshapen beast is looking at me.

It: 🌀🕳🌀Me: ‍‍👁‍🗨〰️ ‍‍👁‍🗨💧 Just be cool… its only a hulking amalgam of beastial limbs with a horse skull for a head staring right at you, whatever you, just don’t look at- “Oh no no no no, oh ho ho, ooooooh. HAHAHAHAHAHA, AH LOOK AT THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!”

It was then, when it fed off my pure smug energy with a jovial hum, that I knew Kulningvale’s ghost was a demon. And thus, the beast was upon me, crashing through the wall like paper. I tipped a table over and kicked it the Demon’s direction while I made for the door.

Not sure what I expected, I may as well have thrown a snowball at it the way it swatted the table down- that stunt barely gave me a head start. I racked my brain for a plan, there’s not much that can keep pace with me at a full sprint but 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? I needed better odds.

Music! I pulled my pendant out from under my shirt and played the first thing I could think of. F# F#C#B A G# G#G#B AG# F# F#-AG#AG#A - “oh shit its working, hahaha look at the lil guy dance! Hahaha- WHOA THERE BIG GUY!”

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Just who he needed! Azazel had to wander around the Basement for a few minutes before finding the Siren, showing her a big smile as he tapped her shoulder.”Hey, hey, listen here! I wrote a thing for you!” He seemed quite calm, as if he didn’t really understand how important dedicating a poem to someone could be - the exact opposite of the other demon, who instead stared quite confused at the paper the young prince was holding.“For m-” she started, just to be interrupted by Azazel clearing his throat in a quite overdramatic way, before reading it out loud.

“Roses are red. blood is red too, but not as red as what I feel for you! Violets are blue, in fact I think purple, and honestly I think this idea is very dumb.”

And with this, he throws away the paper with a loud sigh, before giggling a little at the Siren’s now even more puzzled expression.“Maggie told me to do this. Well, rather, it’s part of a deal, y’know. She let me keep Dad’s Key and I had to do this, for some reason she was very happy with that.Eh. Humans, am I right?” he ends up asking, now chuckling loudly.

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