Through the front door take a left and bolt towards the couch.

These were the instructions given. Depressing is natural for demons so it shouldn't have been difficult. All Zabortha had to do was get on the boy's mind sit there for a couple months and human nature would take care of the rest. He flew towards the brat lying back on the sofa like a bat out of home. His claws flexed his horns raised. His fangs gaping ready sink into the child's fresh juicy unbroken mind. He was seconds away from getting it when all of a-

'Come here girl!' The kid chimed

'Arrff!!

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One crucial mistake, in that moment failure seemed alien to him but he glanced past one crucial misnomer. It was one of those corners of the eye obvious failures that could have been missed with the flex of a finger. To any demon but Zabortha, this would have been a massive lapse in typical instincts and judgment. He saw it out of the corner of his eye. A flash of movement accompanied by the sounds of claws on floor barreling towards them. He should have stopped.

Smack!!! A grey fuzzy beast hoped on top of the child. Sandwiching between him and his target. Zabortha's face smashed head on into the broadside of the small canus creature. Of course, the oblivious animal did not feel the impact and Zabortha floated straight through. Soon his vision filled with fur and guts as he hurtled through its ribcage. He tried to back peddle but it was too late. The shock had already caused him to snap his teeth shut on the monster's brain.

No fade to black. No shining lights.

Zaborthas consciousness clicked off like a light switch...