DAEMI
’Twas almost time to head home when there was a knock at the CEO’s office. The young charming gentleman stared at the lady who stood in front of his door. She had horns on her head. Her skin was somewhat like silver & seemed to be on fire. And her hair too, it looked like a torch. The guy could hardly utter even one syllable. Who was this fiery devilish being?
Ijan: Ur,...I am- eh~ Ijan. Who might you be? I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be at the office at this time.
Daemi: The name’s Daemi. May I come in? (Daemi inquired as she gave a devilish grin).
Ijan gulped and adjusted his tie. Then cleared his throat, as he led Daemi to one of the chairs that was beside his office desk.
Instead of sitting down on the chair, Daemi sat across Ijan’s desk. She sat crossed legged and winked at Ijan. The poor fella was smitten like a kitten. He couldn’t resist Daemi’s charm. But if only he knew not to fall for this lady, for she was the goddess of the Underworld.
Daemi smiled and clapped her hands. O, how she had missed getting to fool around on Earth with these mere mortal brings. Ijan smiled in return. He walked towards Daemi and leaned in for a kiss.
At that point, it was too late for Ijan to escape. Daemi placed her hands on his shoulders and stared deeply into Ijan’s eyes. Ijan trembled. A flash of all his sins, his wrongs, faults, and other misconduct came like a crazy migraine & filled his mind. Daemi cackled. This never got old for her, even aft’r so plenty centuries.
Ijan’s soul escaped from his body. He looked back at his lifeless physical form now laying on his office floor. If only he hadn’t opened the door. Maybe he’d have had a chance to escape from Daemi.