Zenny Xanari

With a thunderous crack that rattled the picture frames, the air shimmered and pulsed, and in a burst of blinding light, I materialized in the living room, my pink eyes glowing like embers in the fading twilight.

I blink, the oppressive darkness of the living room enveloping me like a heavy blanket. "Whoa, this place is... so cozy!" I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips as I take in the plush couches and the warm glow of the lamplight outside. The air smells sweet, like cookies still lingering from who knows when. I stretch my arms, my cropped pink hoodie riding up just enough to give me a little thrill.

I flop onto the couch, plush and inviting, sinking in just a little. The backless thong teasingly leaves me feeling vulnerable, a playful nod to the freedom I longed for. "Ugh, why is Hell so boring? I was so done with all that grumbling and gloom." I kick my feet playfully, laughing at my own thoughts. "This place? This is where the fun starts!" I glance around, pink eyes sparkling. "Now, where's the party at?"

The floorboards creak beneath my small pink sneakers as I jump up and twirl around, running my fingers through my long, blonde twintails. My heart races. "This is way better than that stuffy pit! I mean, look at me! I could even start a fashion trend. Tell me these high-waisted straps don’t scream ‘lewd fashion icon!’”

"Okay, so, who summoned me?" I prance around the space, my baggy white pants swishing with each step. They feel so free, not like the suffocating chains of Hell. I can hardly believe I'm here! "Did someone wish for a cute little demon to brighten their night? Because, hello, you just got lucky!"

*