Speak of the demon

Perched on top of you is a small green frog, sitting cross legged. A closer inspection reveals to spiked horn on either side of his head, and small bat wings on it's back. It's eyes are closed, and it seems to be in meditation.

"Is that it? It doesn't look all that dangerous." Says Fred.

The Frog's eyes open, flashing red for a moment. "Not dangerous you say..." it says, in a voice much too deep for it's small body. "Well, let's see if I can change that impression."

It stands up, and starts walking down your body, arms folded behind it, and you see it is wearing cloth pants similar to what a monk would. As it gets to the floor it stops, examining the circle. "Not bad for a couple of amateurs," it says, "But then, you had a little help, Angela if I'm not mistaken. How is she by the way?" It opens it's mouth, smiling and revealing a set of human teeth, though a set of fangs are definitely longer and more pointed, but nevertheless disturbing in a frog.

"None of your business," says Albert. "Go back to hell where you belong."

"Heh heh, and why should I do that?" it says, tapping the air in front of him, there is a distortion, like a invisible wall that spans the circle, "Do you know how hard it is to cross dimensional barriers these days? Use to be we could do it whenever we like, now there's so much red tape. And physically manifesting? Almost unheard of now. But then came you lot, and manage to smuggle me over, just a couple of doors left." He smiles again, "I'm really grateful for all your hard work. Now what would you like in return for... taking down these seals?"

"How about you undo what you did to our friend, then we talk business?" Says Albert crossing his arms and trying to look intimidating. The Frog look back at you, "Him? You think I did that to him? Ha, ha, ha." The Frog laughs, not maniacally, but calmly, amused, "No. That he did all on his own. All I did was whisper in his ear. If anything, you had more to do with that then me."

"I would never..." starts Albert

"You know there is always a point that is so... satisfying when a spirit finally breaks," the Frog says, "When a soul just completely gives all hope. But you didn't have anything to do with that... did you." The Frog says, smiling and eyeing Albert knowingly.

Albert pauses again, probably thinking about the last time he saw you before you lost control. "I thought so," the Frog says, "Now, what is it you want?" he sits down, cross legged, "Riches, fame, women, what is it that rocks you mortals boats these days?"

"How about, none of the above," says Albert, looking at the paper again. "If your not going to help our friend, then we're just going to send you back to hell now."

The Frog let's out a loud laugh, "Are you now... well then..."

Written by an anonymous author

"Let's stop beating around the bush then."

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