[ WP ] `` Hello ? No , you 've got the wrong address . This is 668 , the Neighbor of the Beast . ''

*Knock. Knock. * 
 
 *Knock. * 
 
 The door was old and pastel green. It smelled something like pine; the sort of pine smell that most often one finds in a forest, yet for as old of a door as it was absurd to think that such a door would carry that odor, though the slight hint of chemical to it suggested something more like a car air freshener. The small, rectangular window in the middle let in the sight of a faint orange light, flickering as a shadow passed by the candle. 
 
 As the door opened a man with two rather sizable bags under his eyes stood in the middle of the entryway. The flickering candle light danced behind him as he yawned a bit, his hair a right mess. `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` Mr. Beast, I-'' 
 
 `` Beast? Do I look like a beast?'' 
 
 `` What do you mean, do you look like a beast?'' 
 
 `` Do I? Well? It's awfully rude to call someone you just woke up a beast just because they have n't had a chance to shower yet, you know.'' 
 
 `` That's not at all what I meant!'' 
 
 He paused. He looked me over before shrugging. `` You're the one that looks like a beast. Where do you get off, calling others beasts?'' 
 
 `` I was n't calling you a beast, I thought that you were-'' 
 
 `` I'm not a beast, you know. I'm a good, taxpaying citizen of this country! I go to neighborhood watch meetings, you know. I have n't seen you at one.'' 
 
 `` I'm not from this area, sir, but-'' 
 
 `` But what? You're just going to go around calling people beasts? Well, I wo n't stand for it! It's quite the outrage, I was having quite the awful morning and now you've come along an-'' 
 
 `` I thought you were *the* Beast, sir.'' 
 
 `` The Beast?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` No, you've got the wrong address. This is 668, you want that house over there.'' He pointed a long finger to the right, where I had come from. A house painted red, with the earth around it so dry it had cracked like an old lakebed, and dead trees in the yard stood a bit further on. `` I do n't see why you had to go and call me a beast tho-'' I started as he kept talking, that strange man rambling on and on. `` -ugh. I'm a good, earnest, hard working citizen! And so is he, he goes to neighborhood watch meetings too! It's a crying shame such a nice guy has a name like that...'' His voice drowned out as I walked, approaching that much more appropriately decorated house. 
 
 I stepped through the gate and began along his concrete path to the house. The temperature had n't changed a bit since I had begun approaching, making it seem rather odd that the surroundings of the house were so, well, hellish. I could smell something roasting, the tint of a sweet BBQ sauce wafting through the air. A gentle humming could be heard, so instead of knocking I began around the house. 
 
 I saw the Beast at his Grillmeister^TM with a grin on his face. His goatlike legs bent a bit as he flipped one of the burgers, a few lesser demons stretching out their wings as they sat around the campfire. `` There you are!'' the Beast said with a laugh, the chef's hat on his head wiggling a bit. His horns caught on it just enough to keep it from falling. `` I was wondering where you were.'' 
 
 `` I had the wrong address. Why is your yard so... barren? It looks like it should be a few hundred degrees.'' 
 
 `` Oh, I had a grease fire from my turkey fryer last Thanksgiving. Anyway, the burgers are almost ready - Azrael and Daimon, you've met my friend Frank, right?'' 
 
 The demons nodded, their skin a blotted red and their wings tattered a bit. Probably from wear and tear. Maybe. I suppose I did n't know what a demon did most of the time. I sat down as I looked up at the goat-like creature putting slices of colby jack on the quarter pound burgers, a few grilled onions and peppers to the side. There was an open bottle of sweet BBQ from a local store by the grill. `` What's the BBQ for?'' 
 
 `` I thought it'd be good to marinade the burgers in. It smells good, right?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 I never did tell the Beast about my conversation with his neighbor.
