A Friend For Dinner Part 1
“The heavy gates close behind you with an ominous thump echoing in the dark dungeon. You hold up your torch to see what lies ahead and recoil with fright when the first thing you spot is a skeleton grinning right back at you. You turn around and count as many as six dark caverns around you. Some are loud with eerie sounds. Others, silent as the grave. Which one do you wish to enter?”
“We choose the second cavern!”
“Your party enters the second cavern. There you come across a fiendish Skull Dragon, sleeping on a pile of gold. The dragon wakes and attacks. What do you do now? Berserker, you first.”
“I’m throwing me battle axe at’em!”
“No effect! Thief, your turn.”
“I’ll fire my hex-laced arrows at him!”
“No effect! Warlock, what’s your move?”
There was silence. “Warlock?”
Still silence.
“Hey Dominic!”
“Wah!” Dominic Doomslayer woke from his deep thoughts.
For a minute, Dominic forgot where we was and what he had been doing. A quick survey of the room and his memory returned. This place, it felt homely. Posters featuring his favorite hero Major Rager decorated the walls. Boxes full of snacks were shoved off to one of the far corners. Stacks of comic books and magazines piled on top of the installed shelves. As for the wooden walls, marked by fingerpaintings and crayon markings. It was his family treehouse, just right outside his house. This treehouse, and the tree it was attached to, was older than him, having been built by his older siblings when they were his age.
That brief mystery was done. As for the other, his dark eyes glimpsed at the makeshift tabletop. A homemade gameboard was placed over the cloth along with pieces from Dimensions & Demogorgons, a favorite role-playing game he and his friends enjoyed doing together.
Speaking of friends, three other demonic children, all around his age range (by demon standards), sat around the small table. Their impatient glares directed right at him. Two of the boys were common demons. Purebloods, as some of their kind like to refer themselves as. The taller, slender boy with long pointy ears and a busted horn was named Kyler. The other shorter boy with his horns puncturing through his baseball cap was called B.J., or known by everyone as Botis Junior. A humanish looking boy with a spiked hair style made to look like a fat silver fin was a young incubus named Pynkie. Not called that for his pinkish skin and eye color alone but his full name was Pynkertynne—only ever called by that name by his moms.
Dominic’s cheeks flushed, barely noticable under his red skin.
“Dude, where’s your head at?” the taller demon boy, Kyler, demanded.
“Sorry, guys,” Dominic sighed. “I’ve been thinking about something. Rosemary’s coming to my house for dinner.”
The three other demons dropped their hostilities. Eagered smiles stretched along their fangs. One after the other pounced on the makeshift table, game pieces scattering over the floor.
“No way!” Pynkie gleefully yelped. “Your girlfriend’s going to meeting your family?”
“Shut up!” Dominic fired back, blushing brighter now. “And she’s not my girlfriend! I mean, not yet. I mean, we’re just friends!”
Neither of young demons believed him.
“Whoa,” B.J. finally spoke. “Howdya manage tur pull that off?”
Dominic sighed once more. “Alright, fine,” he knew he was never going to hear the end of this. “So, it started out like this...”