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The Snow Demon

A Story Every Day in 2024 Feb 17th 48/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 2 min read
The Snow Demon
Photo by Alexandre Debiève on Unsplash

He had been sat in the tree watching the two girls as they had headed outside into the snow. Snow was such a great enticer for fun, with its sometime companions, mischief and mayhem.

He, of course, was the master of both of those. It was what he did, what he'd been spawned to do. The catalyst of chaos, the purveyor of panic, the orchestrator of ordeals. What do you know? He was also an alliterative genius.

He didn't feel the cold. He didn't feel the heat. It wasn't that he wasn't temperature aware; he just didn't feel. No room for sensation here. Unless it was the pain of someone else's suffering and then he had plenty of room for that. Oh yes.

He watched as they headed over towards where he was perched. Oh, this was just heavenly. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, yellow eyes of sulphur, leaning forward to see where his opportunity would come.

His lip curled as he listened in on their conversation. Snow angels. Repellent. The prominent scales on his back raised like hackles on a cat and he felt his claws tighten on the branch.

Was it in his imagination but did the smaller girl just look directly at him? He shrank back and shrank himself, continuing to observe through one bright eye. He did not imagine things. His vision was one of clarity but as the elder sister headed directly underneath his spot, he was distracted and overrun by the trembling he always associated with the heralding of a bad act.

Oh, how he loved it. The rush of evil. Never got tired of it, even after millennia.

As she lay down, below his branch, his sharp little teeth glittered as he smiled the smile of gleeful malice. This was too easy.

He drew out his black claw and scored the wood. Just a little lean and crack! Off it goes!

A blast of light sent him reeling, deeper into the tree. He heard the whump! of the branch hitting ground, not girl and snarled.

Thwarted! He skittered off out of the tree, away, but cast an eye back.

Angel. Do-gooding bastards - the bane of his immortal life.


366 words

This story can be read on its own or may be better in conjunction with the one below, a precursor to this one:

Either way, I hope you enjoy it and I thank you for stopping by. If you do read it, please do leave a comment as I do love to interact with my readers.


SeriesShort StoryMysteryMicrofictionHorrorFantasyCONTENT WARNING

About the Creator

Rachel Deeming

Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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  • olymoolla3 months ago

    Nice story 👏

  • Heavenly? I can't help but wonder how it would know, lol. Fun little story, Rachel.

  • Shirley Belk3 months ago

    Grateful for angels!!

  • John Cox3 months ago

    I love how you foreshadowed the Angels eventual thwarting of the snow demon’s dastardly deed (😝). Clever use of the child spotting the demon. I love the thematic element of children and animals seeing what we dullard adults always miss!

  • D.K. Shepard3 months ago

    Great pair of stories! Enjoyed reading them both!

  • Cathy holmes3 months ago

    Sorry demon. It's not your day, thankfully.

  • Test3 months ago

    Brilliant characterisation and the ending made chuckle! Brilliant! Sorry I've been a bit MIA. Busy times! Will try to catch up a bit! 🤍

  • Hannah Moore3 months ago

    I'm glad he was thwarted!

  • Oh I loved reading this in his POV! Thank you so much for this!

  • D. J. Reddall3 months ago

    A clever sequel!

  • L.C. Schäfer3 months ago

    Oooh I like him! and the picture is great!

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