being roundly excluded from the possess-parties going on all around him. Many of the demons shared hosts - some flitting to another, and maybe back again. But Pellet assured himself that he was picky - which was partially true, but...
Pellet decided to settle for a certain vacancy. A legal assistant. Granted, the body was a slave, but a rather high-ranking one - and boy, what a babe! On the way over to the Law Offices of Bayt & Swiche, he caught a glimpse of the Tomb. Around it, of course, stood several of Ga-ga-gaawd's ever goody-goody sentries.
He noticed, however, something was out of place. With all the demons, having chose their hosts, (human or animal) not so much as a mangey dog woof'd nor snarled at the Tomb - never mind, a snickering pharisee nor soldier happening by, for a few jeers, before heading on their way.
That's strange!
Were his co-demons scared - and, of course, too scared (of being ganged-upon by the others) to let on, that something could be wrong?
Yeah, understandable enough. But, what if...
Pellet was upset. Upset because, it was the higher-ranking demons who should be paying attention. But nnnoo, that would pausing the party. StyEye, one of the arch-demons, was currently seeing about some stupid chariot. Oh my, perish the thought of interrupting that, for so much as two seconds -the idiot! And satan? Hhmmm, probably laying about in some tropical glade, on the other side of the planet, slowly swallowing a poor defenseless little mouse.
Meanwhile, before them all, stood the very real possibility, that conquest's one-time open window, was fixing to shut. And might do so, real soon.
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