Seventeen

“Ah, did I scare you?” the skeleton stood, “you humans are so easy to frighten.”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

“Well that’s not very nice,” the skeleton crossed its arms, “oh I know what to do, one second.”

Then it collapsed, as if it was nothing more than a puppet. Valentine stared, suddenly dumbfounded and confused. Suddenly, as if out of thin air, a man appeared. He was tall, and had horns surrounded by a messy head of black hair, an arrow tipped tail swished around his legs. He grinned, “any better?”

Valentine mutely nodded.

“Good,” the demon nodded, “welcome to my little room.”

He could only nod.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” the demon hopped closer, “it’s no fun talking to a mute. I haven’t had a conversation in soooooo long.”

That piqued Valentine’s interest and it was suddenly as if whatever was holding him back from talking broke, “how long is ‘so long’?”