Part I: Fine Cuisine
A certain little Depth demon grows hungry and decides to broaden the horizons of her taste buds...
A certain little Depth demon grows hungry and decides to broaden the horizons of her taste buds...
Desdemona had just about had it up to her glowing red bulbs with her holy woman of a contractor. The Sister was gone entirely too much, and the little imp was getting tired of it. She was sick of being alone and having to entertain herself, if only because the woman still hadn’t found a way to get her on to the holy grounds. Well, no matter. As a hellion of a place most couldn’t even fathom even in their nightmares, the imp had decided it was time for a change. She was going to take some matters into her own ha-...antennae, and it started with food.
Throughout the darkened streets of La’To, the demon skittered. As she made her way around, she couldn’t help but pause in a darkened alleyway. Her stomach, if one could call it that, grumbled with a deep roar in her body. This was following by a hiss and a glow off her antennae. She was hungry – no, not hungry. Starving. At the thought of food, Des would be holy (since, as a demon, most would assume she was already damned; you can’t become damned anymore than you already were) if she were caught dead eating worms or chicks again. She had enough of those.
No...now it was time for even bigger game. Something that could provide her with more of a challenge, and one thing immediately popped into her mind right away: cat.
The Lord of Hell himself must have been smiling up upon her that evening. Right next to the church, at the start of the residential area near there, was a house. The house belonged to a typical family of La’To. Two parents, a few kids, and a pet. The pet, it just so happened to be, was a fluffy cat by the name of Whiskers. It was Desdemona’s lucky day. She would be eating well tonight!
Luck was on her side yet again as the demon approached the house near the church. No one was home. Perfect! She could sneak in, do her business, and then rush back out unannounced. No one would catch her, and no one would be the wiser as to what happened. It was easy –- almost too easy for the Depth demon, but hey! She would take what she could get. As simple as taking a breath, Des allowed herself to meld into the shadows and slip under the crack of the front door. She then reformed on the other side, red eyes glowing and searching for her target.
There he was! Sitting on the sofa, asleep and dreaming peacefully, was Whiskers the cat. His chest rose up and down steadily as he dreamt, and the little imp just watched him for a moment. Then, with an ear-piercing shriek, she tore after him. The noise awoke the poor cat right away, and all the demon did was gave chase. It was time! The hunt was on, and she was going in for the kill!
