Yeah, this is a very short chapter, but at least I got one out again!
Danse Macabre
Chapter 5
Azrael
Delicious. I think to myself as I finish dinner. Now to return Jeff's soul.
Returning souls is only something an archdemon is able to do, or one with lots of experience. It causes fatigue and stress sometimes because you're literally throwing up a soul. Pretty gross, huh?
I walk to Jeff, preparing myself for the regurgitation. Ew. That sounded really bad. . .let's see, I prepared myself for the returning of his soul. There, that's better. I kneel down next to the limp, lifeless body and smile. I wasn't lying when I told him I thought he was cute. He may be unattractive to others, but I've seen worse, such as the true form of an archdemon, like me.
I lean down close to his face and put my lips gently against his, as soft as butterfly kisses, and returned his soul. For humans, I think coming back to life would be startling, like when you jolt awake from a nightmare. For demons, returning a soul is very bothersome, and slightly painful. But I will do it, for Jeff, and even his friend. . .BEN.
"AHH!" Jeff gasps and sits up abruptly, smacking his forehead into mine. "Oh, hey Rae! Thanks for bringing me back to life and shit."
"Ow. . ." I rub my forehead with my palm. "DWP, Jeff. That hurt!"
"DWP? Is that what demons say instead of 'OMG'?" Jeff asks.
"Yeah, it means 'Devil wears prada'."
"Oh."