PRIEST.

    THE DEMON,   as  cruel  as  it  was  solemn,  speaks:    “ GET UP. “

It  stands  tall  over  the  other,  who  lounged  and  groaned  as  it  lay.   Such  priorities  were  never  FORCED —- they  were  demons,  after  all —- but,  the  Hell  Priest  couldn’t  let  another  lay  in  sloth.

“ We  shall  find  work  for  you  yet ;  cure  you  of  some  of  your  banalities. “

half - startled,       the creature sits upright,     one effortless,    FLUID movement      ;       eyes,   dark as pitch, gaze upward.           ‘       –        shall we       ?       ’        it stands,     then   …  the hell priest looms over it,        & the violator nearly sighs.          ‘     i should HOPE so,   ’         it continues,       turning on its heel.      a scoff.                                                         ‘        –       banalities.      i am TICKLED.      ’