onsters in Jennys mythology textbooks. The demon stole the beer of the girl sitting next to him and poured the whole thing into a wide, toothless mouth that split open in the middle of his chest.
Spyder sighed and the demon caught him looking. The demon leaned in close and said, "How do you get twelve humans to wear one hat?"
"How?" asked Spyder.
"You bite the heads off eleven. "
Spyder turned back to his drink. "Sorry for not laughing, but Im going to be over here ignoring you. "
"Im Bilal," said the demon, " Youre the little prince, arent you? The one Shrike killed for. Whats your story?"
"There is no story. Im just an inker who had to take a leak. "
"Thats beautiful. Maybe theyll carve that on your tombstone? Youll be an inspiration to future generations. " A stoned couple stumbled by and Bilal delicately plucked the cigarette from the mouth of a cadaverous, lavender-lipped boy. The demon sniffed the cigarette once and dropped it into his chest-mouth. "Though I was really hoping you could justify your existence. Like maybe you were some minor deity on pilgrimage. Or a diplomat off to a secret rendezvous to stop a war. "
Bilal blew out a long puff of smoke out through the mouth in his face.
"Whats it like being a demon here in a place like this?" asked Spyder.
"I dont know. Whats it like being a human?"
Spyder looked in the mirror behind the bar, taking in the crowd. There were other demons, mostly talking to each other. A couple of guys playing pool were cut up in a way that looked like the work of the Black Clerks. "Scary and Salvador Dali weird," Spyder said. "Wrath of god weird. The
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