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Snuggles, Demon of Entomophobia

By Nicholas Roiz

It appears an ancient evil of creepy crawlies has been summoned in secret! A girl has placed him in a net-like structure for the time being. Finding himself in a weaker state, and unable to speak to his captor, the demon’s anger grows.


GRAAAAAAAAAUGH!


I want out.


I hate it here.


Does know who she has imprisoned?


She poked and smiled as if they taunt me. Disgusting creature. Her abuse of size disgusts me. Her, and her robes and symbols and candles.


DOES SHE KNOW WHO I AM?


I AM GÆTSBŒRËÜ, DEMON OF ENTOMOPHOBIA. I WILL NOT BE PIGEONHOLED IN

THIS TINY, VERY WELL-LIT, COMFORTABLE NET CAGE THING. I TERRORIZE THE

INNOCENT WITH MY ENDLESS ARMY OF INSECTS. I AM SUMMONED TO DELIVER

INFESTATIONS AT THE COST OF THE SOULS OF ANARCHISTS. I UPHOLD CHAOS IN A PEACEFUL WORLD AND WILL NOT BE HELD BACK BY THIS PATHETIC –


WHAT? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN, INSOLENT GIRL.


DON’T YOU DARE PUT THAT… THING AROUND ME. I WILL NOT BE COLLARED TO THE GREAT LEATHER LINE OF ENSLAVEMENT; I AM THE ENSLAVER. I WILL NOT HAVE THIS.


LEAVE ME BE FROM THIS WALK OF SHAME AND TORTURE, I REFUSE TO TRAVEL TO TH-


Oooooh… these forests are so pretty… oh look at a butterfly! I like this spot I’m gonna take a nap in it.


DON’T YOU DARE YANK MY LEATHER LINE OF NEW DOMINANCE, PATHETIC SCUM OF THE EARTH! I WILL HAVE THE FLIES AND THE ROACHES AND THE CENTIPEDES OF THE SEVEN HELLS FEAST DAINTILY UPON YOUR MEASLY HUMAN FLESH AND GRIND YOUR BONES INTO MY DAILY SUPPLEMENTS.



Is that a… bouncy ball?


Oh…


Oh, my hell pits.


CAST TOWARDS ME THE GREAT BALL AND WATCH AS I DELIVER ITS LAST MOMENTS OF LIFE WITH A MIGHTY STRIKE OF MY GREAT FOREHEAD.

HUUUUEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!



You…


You fake threw the ball-


I CONDEMN YOU TO THE FIREY CIRCLE OF HERESY. SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

PAYING FOR YOUR CRIMES. NO ONE FOOLS THE GREAT GÆTSBŒRËÜ IN A GAME OF BALL AND GETS AWAY WITH IT. YOUR CRIMES WILL BE RIGHTFULLY SERVED AND YOU WILL NOT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY EVER AGAIN, YOU INSIGNIFICANT SPECK IN THE GREAT MAW.


What? Impossible! I hit you with my strongest attack and yet you persist. Who are you exactly? Insolent girl, to be toying with me!



SNUGGLES? HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH ILL MANNER. YOU ARE LUCKY YOU COME TO ME WITH A MEAL, FOR IF NOT I WOULD’VE CALLED UPON MY MANTISES TO DEVOUR YOU IN A SINGLE GO.


NOW. WHAT IS IT I AM PROVIDED? IT BETTER BE A MEAL WORTHY OF A POWERFUL ENTITY SUCH AS MYSELF.



I see… flesh of the non-believer? Hmmm… very well, a taste will do.



. . .


. . .


By the demons, it’s DELECTABLE. The texture is PERFECT, cooked to PERFECTION. I can taste the suffering soul within! My mouth is at PEACE!


Come, insolent girl, allow me to take your pathetic self through the rest of the woods. You may carry me righteously back when we have completed our journey. NOW MOVE.


Following the walk.


Today I shall spend my day lousing around. Regaining my strength for when I must return back to my circle of he-


There appears to be a red dot in my net. It’s… taunting me… it swirls and moves around like one of my flies.



I do not like it. It must be destroyed.


HGRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!


WHAT? IT DARES ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE MY CLUTCHES?! COME BACK HERE!


HGRAUH! HYGRAH! HAH! HRUGH!


WAUGH! UMF!


Ugh… Such a foolish thing… but alas, how I have moved around more these past days than I have in eons… I have consumed a meal more delicious than I have tried since the grand buffet of tortured souls… I have discovered places more beautiful than the lake of fire…


Perhaps…


Perhaps I may just enjoy this prison slightly.



The name Snuggles does have a ring to it…


Alas, she returns. I wonder what she has in store for me next...

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