Daemon and the Annoying Singing Monkey
Author's Notes: Thank you much for the reviews, everybody! ^_^ And thank you everyone for wanting me to continue this! Daemon appreciates it too! ^_^ Now, on with the second installment!
The portal opened in a small, suburban part of Wisconsin. Snow fell gently on the ground and trees, making the area look like a snow globe. Small houses lined the streets, their walks fully shoveled and wreaths hanging on each door. One of these houses was Daemon's objective. One of these houses was about to help him solve his problem forever!
"Which one could it be?" He muttered distractedly to himself. "Which one does she live in…?"
He began walking up each of the walks, peaking into houses and cursing when he didn't see anything. He continued this for several minutes before finding the right house. He heard the Digimon theme playing loudly and Myotismon's voice echoing through the house. Squeals of delight followed as he sneaked behind the house.
The fallen snow silenced his footsteps as he walked through the backyard. His feet would crunch on God-knows-what every few steps before he finally reached the right window. He peered into the room. The walls were black and were plastered with pictures of Myotismon and what looked strangely like Wizardmon. Daemon rolled his eyes and tried desperately to open the window. He only succeeded injuring his left hand and cracking a pane of glass.
Daemon tramped back through the yard, to the front door. He silently cursed himself for being less creative and rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" A voice called. Crashes were heard as pounding feet got closer to the door. It finally opened to reveal a girl. Her hair was dirty blonde and hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes shone like sparkling emeralds that lit up her face. She was dressed in black jeans and was donning a black shirt that had a picture of Myotismon on it.
Damn that vampire…The demon thought silently to himself. Legions of followers and he distributes items bearing his face…Arrogant bastard…
Despite her shock, the girl smiled silently at Daemon. "Can I help you?" She asked the demon, slightly puzzled.
The demon nodded. He chuckling quietly to himself and whispered, "Unholy Flame." He held the black and red flame in his hand and pulled the girl close. "If you know what's good for you, Jenny, you'll come with me quietly."
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Daemon: Yay! I get to be my evil self! *Does a bizarre happy dance*
Me: Right…Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry, Jenny! I won't let Daemon kill you!
Daemon: *In an undertone* That's what you think…