Episode Seventeen: Demons of Fear
Mirou walked down the steps of the dungon and his heart beat quickened. He had never been to this part of the castle before and never found it comforting. But today it was essential that he went down there to talk to the Demons of Fear.
Their faces have never been seen but many have been told that it is so hidous that they would turn to stone with the slightest glance. These paticular demons could sense people's fear and turn in their worst nightmare. It this case the saying, scared to death, was very true.
The demons knew that Mirou was approaching by the echo of his footsteps so it was no surprise when he suddenly appeared from the shadows. Carefully, he stepped towards them, very pleased that, as usual, their faces were concealed in a dark hood.
"You have a new task," Mirou said, with confidence. The demons chuckled and stepped towards Mirou, who grew tense because they were only a few feet away from him.
"From Demius?" One of them asked. His deep voice frighteneded Mirou, but he kept his nerve.
"No... from me," Mirou replied, proudly. Unseen, a small smile crept upon the demons' lips.
"Either way, who is the victim?" They asked, making sure not to show the excitement growing inside them. Mirou smirked at the demons.
All they care about is scaring people. They feed off fear...
Mirou took out a photograph and handed it to the demon closest to him. The demon snatched and he stared thoughtfully at the picture.
"Why... she's just a little girl. What's so special about her?" The demons asked, crowding around the picture. Mirou scoffed, pretending to be tired of answering the question, when inside he was pleased to know such knowledge.
"Well... she once held the Clow cards until she turned them into Star cards... now she's probably as strong as Demius' brother!" Mirou exclaimed, pointing an all-knowing finger at the demons.
"As powerful as Clow Reed? No way!" One of the demons said. Mirou snapped at him, no longer afraid because he wanted to get right to the point.
"She holds alot of power, but it's true, she's just a little girl. It won't be that hard to scare her to death. And after you've done that, take the cards and return them to Demius," Mirou explained. The demons' raised an eyebrow and Mirou was getting annoyed at how they did everything in unison.
"Why? What's he gonna do with it?" They asked. Mirou growled at the demons.
"That's none of your business," he snapped and then snatched the photograph and walked out of the dungon.
The demons gathered together in a circle and held hands. They chanted in a forgien language and then disappeared from the depths of the dungon.
Mirou returned to the room where the council of five was waiting patiently for him.
"Did they accept the task?" Demius asked. Mirou walked right past him and didn't answer until he settled into his chair.
"It was a task from me, of course they accepted. They had no choice!" Mirou bragged and that made Demius angry.
A part of me hopes that this plan will fail so I can banish the obnxious man... Demius thought secretly. Then he ordered Thoreau to hand him the crystal ball. Demius placed it on the middle of the table and leaned back on his chair.
"This outta be good..."