[ WP ] Your house is possessed , but you 're used to it . Now you 're having guests over and you expect it to behave itself .

`` Honey, did you make the cheese platter?'' I shouted from the living room, as I furiously cleaned up the shattered remains of a lovely vase that we had received as a wedding gift. “ Just finished! ” chirped Wendy from the kitchen. We were about to throw a party celebrating our one year anniversary. God I love that woman. All of a sudden, a shock ran down my spine as a voice with notes of fire and brimstone whispered in my ear, “ ***WENDY WILL DIE IN CHILDBIRTH***, ” followed by giggling, not unlike that of a small child. I rolled my eyes and sighed. A column of fire erupted from the stove, and my wife let out a high pitched shriek, followed by a string of curses and colorful insults. When we bought the house six months ago, we didn ’ t expect to have housemates. Especially not demon children. 
 
 
 We found out about them the first night we slept in the house, when Wendy and I were rudely awakened by visions of our parents dying. A voice that seemed to crackle and burn with the sins of a thousand souls exclaimed, “ **HELLO MORTALS, WELCOME TO OUR PLAYHOUSE. ME AND MY FRIEND LIVE HERE. OUR NAMES ARE**, ” followed by something that I can only describe as the very embodiment of suffering. “ **BUT YOU MAY CALL US ABBY AND TOBY, AS MERE MORTALS CAN NOT SAY OUR NAMES, ** ” the voice continued. Wendy and I looked at each other, with pure shock on our faces. I managed to collect myself, and stammered, “ W-what are you? ” The voices giggled excitedly, and I swear I heard a bit of a snicker as well. “ **WE ARE DEMONS OF HELL. I AM ABBY, THE DAUGHTER OF ABBADON, AND TOBY IS THE SON OF CAIM. WE LIVE HERE, UNTIL WE ARE OLD ENOUGH TO BECOME COMMANDERS OF HELL. ** ” Demons, huh, I thought to myself. Isn ’ t it odd that they mentioned that they needed to be “ old enough ”? How old are demons anyway, I pondered. “ How old are you two? ” I asked, still terrified, but now curious. “ **WE ARE BOTH FIVE HUMAN YEARS OLD. ** ” I was caught off guard- I never thought that demons… had children. “ How old do you need to be to be commanders of Hell? ” “ **TWO HUNDRED HUMAN YEARS OLD. ** ” I looked at Wendy. Her expression was as bewildered as mine. 
 
 
 As the months went on, we got used to their antics- we kept a collection of vases in the car, and bought several fire extinguishers for the numerous fires that broke out due to demon children not knowing how to control their powers. They were actually kind of cute- every time they scared us, they would always laugh, just like regular kids. Abby liked to tell stories through the flames she created in our living room. Toby enjoyed practicing his musical talents by rhythmically breaking our vases. Wendy made a spinoff version of Candyland, simply called “ Hell ”, and Abby and Toby would occasionally even join in. On July 4th, we had the best bonfire and fireworks show in the neighborhood. In all honesty, it was pretty fun most of the time. 
 
 Today though, I was not having it. “ Abby! Toby! Stop it right NOW! ” I shouted, my voice booming through the whole house. Suddenly, the house stood still. I let out a deep breath, and continued in a much quieter voice, “ We are having guests tonight, and it ’ s very important. Just a few hours, please. Then y ’ all can go back to your antics. ” Two voices replied in perfect, depressing harmony, “ **FINE. WE WILL BE QUIET. ** ” “ Thank you, ” I exclaimed with a smile. I finished sweeping up the vase, and threw away broken shards. I went into my garage, grabbed another vase from the car, and placed it where the now broken one had stood. 
 
 The door bell rang. “ Now remember, be quiet! ” I said, as I went to open the door. 
 
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 This is the first short story I've written in a long time, and my first writingprompt submission! Please give me suggestions/tips!
