Well, the Flash Frenzy period is up. It wasn’t much of a party, I must say. Bad timing, perhaps. Or maybe nobody wanted to share on the day there was no judging. Gotta get those gold stars! Anyways, I am rather proud of my little tale, so I thought I’d share the story I wrote here.
THE STRUGGLES OF BEING A LAZY DEMON
by J.M. Williams
Zajur was starting to reconsider his choice of vessels.
There certainly had been benefits to choosing a young body, the main one being the lack of any willful resistance. Zajur had never been a very industrious demon.
He had spoken to the little blond-haired girl, in the chaotic depths of her juvenile mind.
“I will give you anything you want,” he had whispered.
He hadn’t expected his part of the contract to be something as trivial as a pack of chocolate cookies. Fulfilling his end of the deal had been easy. He was now in control of the girl’s body, and yet there was little he could do with it.
Zajur was seriously regretting choosing a child as his vessel.
He needed to get up to the second floor of the large office building. But parents stood watch over the back entrance like the hounds that guarded the gates of hell.
“The party is outside, Sally,” they would say. “Go play with your friends.”
Zajur needed to get inside, needed to find the tainted emerald which had been foolishly abandoned in one of the company’s public relation manager’s desk drawers. The stone was coated in the blood of angels. It had been buried in the earth for millennia before being mined out and set in a cheap, forgettable gold ring. Zajur needed the stone or his master would do unkind things to the lesser demon.
“But I want to go inside,” Zajur said with Sally’s voice. He hated the way the young vocal cords squealed and cracked. The sound lacked any force of intimidation.
“You stop that right now, young lady,” a tall, blond woman said to him.
“Let me inside now!” Zajur stomped his little feet to empower his point.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll put you in time out.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The woman snatched Zajur’s tiny borrowed body by the wrist and opened the office door. She dragged him up the stairs, ignoring the concerned glances of the other parents as she stormed by. She brought him into a small office and shut the door behind them.
“Now you’re going to stay in here by yourself until your attitude improves!” The woman glared down at Zajur, her eyes filled with a fire he had seen countless times before.
After the woman left, Zajur took a moment to examine his surroundings. There was a trim, modern desk on one side of the room, and vibrant posters on the opposite wall. This was the place, his ultimate destination. He could feel the taint of the emerald emanating from the desk. His mission was almost complete. There would be no lashings with a flaming whip this time.
Zajur stumbled over to the front of the desk, still not used to the wobbly little legs of his vessel. He grabbed the handle of the desk’s only drawer and yanked with all the might the little arms could manage.
It was locked tight.