[ WP ] A demon is getting REALLY tired of teenage girls summoning him .

Terrence was smarter than the average demon but was tall and thin with drooped shoulders. This would have been fine if he were a human, but his stick like figure reminded the other demons of a time when food had been more scarce and the children had been a little less demanding. Terrence leered over people in demeanour and stature and that was probably why he had been pushed by the system into the complaints department, where he could be hidden in the back offices of Ritual Holdings plc. 
 
 `` Terrence'' 
 
 `` TERRANCE!'' 
 
 `` What?!'' Growled Terrance as he snatched at the handset. 
 
 `` I thought I better let you know you have two more summoning's booked in for before lunch'' Sang his manager. 
 
 `` Wonderful'' Terrence retorted. 
 
 `` You know you do n't have to speak to me li'' Terrence had already put the phone down. 
 
 He stood, fought his suit into a more respectable shape and promptly walked into the fireplace. 
 
 `` I am the lord of darkness and prince of the night, how may I best serve you?'' Terrence muttered as he swayed around trying to see his summoner. 
 
 The chanting and smoke faded. The small dingy room was devoid of the normal putrifaction that so many of these edgy teenagers loved to decorate their bedrooms in. 
 There was no sign of anyone and instinctively Terrence looked down at his feet to see the caramelised remains of Becky Williams lightly bubbling over his shoes. 
 
 `` WHY WOULD YOU SIT INSIDE THE BLEEDING PENTAGRAM'' Terrence shrieked. 
 
 No doubt this would again be his fault, he could almost hear his managers crowing already. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

