“Fly the
friendly skies.”
The Red Baron* #quote
People keep using the word ironic wrong. They need to remember that
it involves how much iron is in something. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
The Demon's
One Fatal Flaw
“Look, you're
not exactly normal demon material Xoctor,” the head demon of Demon
Resources. “We can't allow you out of imp classification and out of
the Obscure Rings of Hell.”
Xoctor's suit
matched the demon he talked to high-class quality and both their
scales were colored a deep, inky red. “That's what I don't
understand. I am a normal demon. I have all the qualities, I came
from a normal demon pit of hatred of darkness. Spiral horns, wicked
claws, massive height compared to the mere mortals, I have
everything! Why am I with imps? Why am I shoved out of the public
eye? Away from the torture games of hell? I can't ever strive towards
the demon dream of being crowed Supreme Agent of Agony!”
The head of
Demon Resources leaned an inch closer to Xoctor, put his elbows and
put his claws together. A frown appeared across his face as he
strained to tell Xoctor the truth. Demons have great empathy for
their own kind but none for mortals. “Xoctor, Satan cares greatly
for the image of demon kind. And unfortunately you have an
obnoxiously squeaky voice.”
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