Dance With the Devil

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The demon made a rude noise as she stepped away from Astrid. " 'No, Simi. No food,' " she mocked.

 

 

 

 

"You sound likeakri . 'Don't eat that, Simi, you'll cause an ecological disaster.' What is an ecological disaster, that's what I want to know?Akri says it's me on hunger binge, but I don't think that's quite right, but that's all he'll say about it."

 

 

 

Disregarding both of them, the demon began searching through his weapons.

 

She grabbed a grenade and tried to bite into it.

 

Zarek snatched it away from her. "That's not food.

 

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The demon opened her mouth as if to speak, then snapped it shut. "Why are you in a dark hole, Astrid?

 

 

 

 

Did you fall?

 

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"We're hiding, Simi.

 

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"Hiding?" She snorted again. "From what?

 

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"Thanatos.

 

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"Pffft…" The demon rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "Why you hiding from that loser?

 

 

 

 

He wouldn't even make good barbecue. Barely take the edge off my peckishness. Hmmm… How come there's no food here?" She looked speculatively at Astrid.

 

Zarek stepped between them.

 

The demon stuck her tongue out at him and returned to searching his supplies.

 

 

 

 

"Why are you here?" Zarek asked.

 

The demon ignored him. "Where's Sasha, Astrid? He'd make good barbecue. Something about that wolf meat. Very tasty once you get all that hair off. Barbecued hair not particularly tasty, but it'll do in a pinch.

 

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"He's not here, thankfully. But why are you here without Acheron?

 

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"Akritold me to come."

 

 

 

"Who isakri ?" Zarek asked.

 

 

 

Simi ignored him.

 

 

 

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"Acheron," Astrid explained. "Akriis an Atlantean term for 'lord and master.'"

 

 

 

He scoffed at that. "Well, la-di-da. No wonder he has such a big head, with a pet demon following him around, calling him 'lord and master.'"

 

 

 

Astrid gave him an agitated look. "He's not like that, Zarek, and you'd best not insult him around the Simi. She tends to take such things personally, and without Acheron here to call her off she's deadlier than a nuclear bomb."

 

 

 

He looked over at the small demon with new respect. "Really?"

 

 

 

Astrid nodded. "Her race once held dominion over the entire earth. Even the Olympian gods were terrified of the Charontes, and only the Atlanteans were ever able to defeat and harness them."

 

 

 

Simi looked up and gave him a wide, toothy grin that revealed her fangs evilly. She licked her lips as if savoring some tasty morsel. "I would like to barbecue those Olympian gods. They are very tasty. One day, I'm going to eat that redheaded goddess, too."

 

 

 

"She doesn't like Artemis," Astrid explained.

 

 

 

So he gathered.

 

 

 

"The Simi hates her, butakri says, 'No, Simi, you can't kill Artemis. Behave, Simi, don't shoot fire at her, don't make her bald, Simi.' No, no, no. It's all I hear."

 

 

 

She glared at Zarek meaningfully. "I don't like that word. 'No.' It even sounds evil. The Simi tends to barbecue anyone dumb enough to say it to her. But notakri . He's allowed to say no to me; I just don't like it when he does."

 

 

 

Zarek frowned as he watched Simi hop along from box to box like a butterfly. She exclaimed giddily when she found his store of gold and jewels that Artemis paid him with every month.

 

 

 

"Look!" Simi said, scooping up a handful of diamonds. "You got sparklies likeakri . He gives all of his to me." She held an emerald necklace up to her throat. "He say I look beautiful in sparklies, 'specially them red ones that match my eyes. Here, Astrid," she said, bringing another necklace over to them and fastening it around Astrid's neck.

 

 

 

"I know you can't see it, Astrid, but it is very lovely, like you. You need to wear that and then you have sparklies, too." She looked up at Astrid's head. "But still no hornays. We need to fix you up with hornays one day so you can be a demon, too. It's fun being a demon—except when people try to exercise you…

 

Wait, that's not the right word. I forget, but you know what I mean."

 

 

 

There was something strangely charismatic about her, but she didn't seem to be quite right… in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

"Is she okay?" he asked Astrid. "I mean, no offense, she sounds more mental than I do."

 

 

 

Astrid laughed. "You have to remember that Acheron, shall we say, indulges hera lot and Simi's not fully grown."

 

 

 

 

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"Yes I am," Simi said in a tone that reminded him of a five-year-old child. She had a peculiar singsongy accent unlike anything he'd ever heard before.

 

 

 

"The Simi has needs," she continued idly. "Lots of needs. I needakri's plastic card, for one thing. It very nice. People give me lots of stuff when I hand it to them. Ooo, I really like the new plastic card he gave me with my own name on it. It blue and all sparkly and it says Simi Parthenopaeus."

 

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