|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HONEYSUCKLE ROVER--CUP 4--"FILTHMATE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Honeysuckle Rover  ||  -------> (Cup SRhr004, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Huh. Jean was a demon. She had married a demon. Now he was a pile of smelly guts on the bathroom floor. How did those jerks expect her to clean it up? Did she have to call the police? What about Jean's family--did he really have any? Or were they all demons too? Before she would think any more of the consequences of this event, she moved back to her desk and wrote her signature, "Sleap Drassy" in a large and undeniable manner across all the little attempts at "Sleap Jankels". Suddenly, a blast of hot air hit Sleap, and she looked over into her bedroom. It was now full of smoke and lightning, with a horrible orange light visible in the distance. Slowly, three figures could be seen approaching through the mist. Somehow, Sleap was unfazed by this. Her apathy shocked her, as she stoically glanced at the approaching figures. Then a thought shot across her mind--act normal. Act like you should. Don't let them know. Don't let them know you're unimpressed. So she started acting. She got up and put her hands to her mouth in fear, as if she were trying to let out a scream but was too scared to. She moved toward the door, but it immediately slammed shut. Big surprise, she thought. The three figures were getting closer now. She regretted that she couldn't get a better look at them, as she was trying her best to seem panicked, banging on the door and crying for help. "Heretic." a cold, haywire, monstrous, calm voice shot out. She turned and sank to the floor, back to the door, trying her best to sob uncontrollably. The three figures were in the room now. The main figure was a tall humanoid being, covered in levels of leather and chains, but a few openings around the face and hands suggested deerlike origins. The other two figures wore brown cloaks, and had deformed pitch-black faces partially visible. The three were still hovering as they approached Sleap. Don't let them know!, she continued to think. This is fantastic! What fun! At some level, she wondered why this should seem enjoyable. Really, it shouldn't. The central figure raised its hand and pointed a leather-clad finger toward Sleap. "Filthmate. I accuse you of heresy." Sleap looked up at the ridiculous creature, biting her tongue to keep herself from laughing. "Who... who are you?" she said, wishing it sounded more convincing. "I am Infernal Accuser Zefzec. You will accompany Infernal Hosts Slarb and Winti to Hell." "No!" she wailed out. But she let the Infernal Hosts approach her, each taking an arm. They lifted her up, and they all started hovering back into the rotten orange light. She felt exhilarated. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----