The Mirror Lied Deumos stood on the threshold of the woman’s home. Deumos didn’t care who this lady was or the fact that she was married and had three children. The only fact important to her was at this particular moment, this housewife was alone. Deumos watched her hum softly to herself as she prepared dinner for her family. Like other demons, Deumos was nothing more than a whisper in the woman’s head. A void. While the woman could not physically see Deumos, Deumos could see her shifting uncomfortably underneath the pressure of Deumos’s presence in the room.
The need to devour a soul writhed within Deumos and so she glided toward the housewife. Looming over her, she firmly grasped the housewife from underneath her chin and pulled her towards herself. The housewife, mouth agape, did not have enough time to mutter out even the smallest cry for hel