Demons. They couldn’t be mistaken. The smell of ash and smoke in the air hadn’t just been his wishful thinking!
His mind reminded him of the short description he’d read inside the book, but he couldn't remember the names.
He sniffled, wiping his wet cheeks with the backs of his hand as something like hope began to rise in his chest.
“H-hello?” he called softly, hiccupping on the word.
The figures tilted their heads forty-five degrees in unison. A blood-red eye from each face regarded him with disinterest, but the aura surrounding them felt distinctly dangerous.
He took a small step forward regardless of self-preservation, biting his lip. “Are you here…hic… because of the summons?”
A tail flicked, the only movement for a suspended second before the two bodies slipped away from the cabinet. They made no noise at all on the carpet, hips swaying and movements a study in grace.
Beau tried to keep one eye on both of them, but it was impossible to keep track. They were faster than he could keep up with, and he’d hardly found one before the other slipped away from the corner of his vision again.
“Summoning demons is risky, you know,” a purring voice said from behind him.
He screamed in fright, spinning around to find a smirking face with small, sharp teeth on display, the incisors just that tiny bit longer than the rest.
The other twin giggled in delight, crowing, “Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat!”
Beau looked down at his feet in embarrassment, chest still jumping involuntarily despite his fright. “I just wanted to get a message to Kassel.”
“I don’t know why everyone is so obsessed with Mr. Hell…” the one in front of him said sulkily.
“… we never voted for him,” the other finished.
“He’s handsome,” Beau said, finding his voice to defend him earnestly. “And lovely.”
He was suddenly grasped by the arm, nails digging through his sweater. He gasped as he was dragged to his sofa and sandwiched between the demon twins.
One snapped their fingers and a burning image of a ginormous demon with alabaster skin that glowed and four horns and wings, was suddenly floating in front of him.
The unknown demon looked… mean. Certainly not purple enough. He only had two eyes.
“Well?” the twins asked in unison.
“Oh… um… he seems very… demonic… and um… very scary…” Beau hazarded to be polite.
“And dreamy!”
“And strong!”
“And murderous!”
They chorused one after the other in giggling glee, Beau’s head bouncing back and forth like a tennis ball as he followed their conversation.
“And the Hell streets say he’s packing double downstairs,” the twin on the right said finally, zooming in on his crotch as if to judge the reliability of those accounts.
Beau blushed, fidgeting awkwardly. “Double as in… big?”
Two feline smirks appeared. “Double as indouble.”
“Oh…” Beau breathed, eyes bugging out of his head.
“He’s sooooo Daddy,” they sighed lovingly in unison.
Beau shook his head. “I don’t think I could handle all that.”
