... Them Down

..Pushed the memories down and away.

He had been haunted by them on enough nights and the last thing he needed right now was to relive them.

The Demon however seemed to have already captured the thoughts as they bubbled up in his mind. Its expression shifted, suddenly putting Aaralon in mind of a cat that has just found a nest of undefended chicks.

“Well!” The Incubus intoned, looking down at the crouching figure of of Little. “It seems that I underestimated you! Taking advantage of the young men under you!” The Demon spoke like a man telling the tale of the stupid thing a friend did. “Trading sexual favours for access to prohibited books even!”

As the Incubus went on the door to the office swung open, revealing a group of Aaralons school mates, one glance told him they were completely in the thrall of the Incubus. Silently they filed into the room as the Demon listed off Librarian Littles sins.

“...and then to hold those recording over their heads,” the Demon rolled on as the other young men, unseen by Little, got ever closer to the desk. “Blackmailing them into letting you spend your lecherous urges in their supple young bodies.”

“I wonder what they would have to say about all of that?” The Demon asked rhetorically, suddenly pushing its chair back from the desk with a screech of tortured wood.

It happened so fast, the other students, moving almost like a single beast. Rushing around the desk, they grabbed at Little. Then they were dragging, nearly carrying, the struggling form of Little out of the room. Aaralon could only watch as they marched back out of the room in silence except for the feeble cries of Little.

“What are they going to do to him?” Aaralon asked, turning to the beaming Monster.

“Why get **** of course.” The Demon said, “don’t you want to get some **** as well?”

Aaralon thought about that, thought about what Little did to him and the chance to get even. He was surprised by the strength of the emotion that washed over him. A burning hatred that caught him off guard, it was the first truly strong emotion he had felt since he was damned that was not sexual.

No, he wanted to kill Little with all of his heart.

The Demon watched him for a moment before finally speaking.

“You can go and sate your lust for **** and then meet me in the Main Hall,” it stated. “Or you can moved past such pettiness.”

Aaralon looked at the door, he had only moments to choose, he doubted Little would live for much longer.