Gluttony and Greed sat in the corner of the room. They were too lazy to stand. Besides, it was dark in the corner. The light from the TV didn’t reach them. The three male humans on the sofa didn’t know they were there.
“Oh, this is good,” Gluttony grinned. “Watching the fights, getting drunk, eating chips and queso.” He poked Greed in the ribs, “This is great!” He waved his arms at the three men on the sofa. “Look at them!”
Greed shook his head. “So like you.” He watched the TV screen for a moment. “Do you know what type of fighting they’re watching?”
Gluttony belched. “No. And I don’t care.” He rolled along the floor, stopping behind the sofa. “You boys deserve another round of drinks!” One of the men got up, and went to the refrigerator, returning with three more beers.
“These Muay Thai championships are fun! We should watch more of them!” he said, as he handed out the beers, and sat down. He and his buddies talked, as they watched.
“I wish I could fight like that.”
“Yeah. I’d make the boss shut up. Make him stop yelling at me.”
“Oh, and if we looked like them.”
“Bitches! Bitches everywhere!”
Greed whispered once again, “Keep watching.”
“Oh! That was a good one!” The three men cheered, as a foot met a nose just right, and drew blood. The victim’s nose had a nasty bend in it, with bone sticking out of its side. Cheering for more violence. More blood.
Greed let Gluttony enjoy goading the men to eat more, and drink more. Far more than they needed. “Let them enjoy their entertainment,” he thought. “They’ll pay for it soon enough.”
He smiled. “Oh, yes. They will indeed.”
A little story of the Demons I couldn’t resist writing for Cara Michaels‘s Race The Date flash fiction challenge. Hope you enjoy it. Please, go read the other entries in the challenge this week. I find it amazing the stories people can create in 300 words or less.