Through mists and madness, they came. Preceded by a blazing streak of crimson, they curled through the night like blood under dark, transparent skin, their master’s booming battle cry filling the void.
I feared then. I’m not proud of my shame, but a truth is a truth and quivering lips go undisguised. Sheer terror took me, and I feinted beneath that star-sprinkled night. To darkness I fell. To darkness I ventured.
I awoke to a diminishing Ho… Ho… Ho… and a new pair of burgundy socks. What an awful night. What a demon he was.