Sixteen
The day after Halloween was always very quiet. Humans suffered from their hard-earned hangovers and most demons were gone for the annual trip to Hell. While I understood why most people went, the tradition no longer appealed to me. While I could feel the influence of the time on my horns and tail, I wasn’t worried they might come bursting out. After five-hundred years, I had them under control.
Instead, I enjoyed the peace and the calm that settled over the world with the demons and angels gone. Without us, there was nobody to keep the humans’ sins and virtues in check, and it showed. It was a good thing Helloweek only lasted seven days because the humans would self-destruct if we were gone for much longer. It was quite surprising to see how little control humans actually had ove
