Tavern “Drunk demon”

During the acquaintance with blogs, I’ll throw off here another story I wrote about a year ago.
Do not consider me a demon worshiper or someone like that. It just seemed to me one evening that the tavern in hell is a very good idea, albeit not claiming originality.
There is no plot here as such, only one mood that I tried very hard to convey.

All demons are real and mentioned in the story with their written resolution

Tavern “Drunk demon”.

In the tavern it was not crowded, it was hot and stuffy. I took off my jacket with displeasure and hung it on the back of the chair, then sat down at the table again and tried not to breathe my nose so as not to feel the smell of sulfur emanating from the ranting in front of me. He, as always, complained that people were not the same, no one brings sacrifices, the horns should never be washed with fresh blood, and the goat has not eaten humanities for a hundred years. Black goat in the crown, standing next to the table, plagored plaintively, as if he understood the owner. I added another beer to the fallen cherub, so that he finally intoxicated to a state of lack of nap, but he only set aside the mug aside and tried to hug me. Turning out of his burning embrace and referring to need, I left the poor man.

I was a little sorry for him, but https://www.trsports.co.uk/no-deposit-bonus-online-casino-uk.html on the other hand he is always the same when getting drunk. How many times have I told him to quit drinking and finding himself some useful occupation. But no! Rested like a ram and whips. And then he gets the drain because the banner cannot hold. In general, pity quickly gave way to irritation, and I already without a twinge of conscience went to another corner of the tavern, where Pope Clement The Seventh discussed with the demon Olivia the charms of indulgence. I joined the conversation and expressed the idea that the sale of indulgences is complete nonsense and does not forgive any sins, which is evidenced by the very presence of the head of the Catholic Church, but was immediately ridiculed and sprinkled with many arguments, like who needs it, that God will forgive that, and fools still do not need money.

I waved my hand and went away – I could not stand greedy people. Here out of the corner of my eye I noticed Adolf, bored in the corner. Chikatilo proved something heatedly, waving his hands and smiling with a silly smile, but the Fuhrer listened to Pyuha. Then he also noticed me, and quickly saying goodbye to the maniac, came up to me.

We sat down at a free table, ordered another mug of beer and began to discuss new arrivals. Adolf was also dissatisfied with modern people and said that if he were alive, he would now definitely establish the power of the Aryan race and no communists would have prevented him. I nodded and assented. I did not like the ideas of Fuurrer, but it was impossible not to hear his contagious voice – he possessed a strange attractiveness, despite his not at all outstanding and even funny appearance. And besides, he knew how to drink, unlike a banner. True German, in general.

We would have sat like that for a long time, but then Gomori jumped on a camel from somewhere, told everyone about some kind of treasure and there was such. Hitler, by nature by a terrible adventurer, said goodbye to me and ran out after the rider to clarify the details. I was left alone again with drinking.

I looked at the tavern, I noticed that Elizzdra flirts with the whales. The reddened demon, playfully twisted with all her family horns, fighting off the dispersed lord of flies. I felt disgusted and I averted my eyes so as not to look. How I will now play poker with Lucifer when I know that his wife flirts with one of his best friends? Although the lord of hell is not an angel for a long time and often goes to the side, secretly from his wife. I was thinking about whether he should tell him about this vile treason, when suddenly Asmode decided everything for me. He flew over the heads of a flirting couple on his dragon, laughing loudly with all three heads, and the lamb was the most evil and vile appearance. Oh, who, and he, a demon of discord, will not hold his tongue for his teeth, but he has three languages, as many as three, so that I already watched with a grin of the worried Elizazadra and pale-willed Velzevule. But they left the tavern together. It seems they are serious.

I smiled and turned to my table, at which, as it turned out, I sat a Python and offered me to tell me on the maps. Rogue. I refused, drank beer and resolutely got up from the table, gathering to leave, but then I remembered my jacket. Cursing my unconsciousness, I returned to the table where I listened to Azazel. Fortunately, he was there, but here is my jacket. Damn goat chewed a whole sleeve! I sighed with hatred and only now noticed Dagon, who shook my head sympathetically. I sat down on him and complained about a hard life: on the false holy fathers, the deceivers and that even here, in hell, a normal person cannot relax and relax, calmly drinking something alcohol-containing. The Demon Lobin carefully listened to me and raged something in response, but because of the tentacles at the place where any other reasonable creature has his mouth, I did not understand anything, so he only smiled and thanked. It really became easier for me.

Then I remembered that I had long wanted to see Nisrok, so I went straight to the rack. The demon welcomed me warmly and invited me to go more often. Looking at his good smile, it was impossible to refuse, so I promised to go tomorrow. We chatted a little, recalling the old days, but then Roell’s rolled into the conversation. I quickly expelled him, saying the cherished “JAAX, not tolerated, not hot, for Solomon is more fair than eleven fathers,” but the mood of friendly communication was hopelessly spoiled by a runny nose and abdominal pain, which always came with the advent of the fifteenth world ruler of darkness, so Nisrock returned to work, and I still headed for the exit.

At the very door I was intercepted by Marax, who was coming through that only here and now he was ready to teach me to know all the intricacies of astrology, but I gently refused me. Once he also drunkenly offered me new faithful friends, so since then the azazel would not go away from me, so I decided not to take risks and, carefully, but firmly pushing the hellish spawn from the door, left the tavern.