Tale of the Demon Eater

In a fog invested swamp a witch call on hell. The natural rhythm of the swamp is silenced. A demon has appeared. Moving shadows and unnatural light encloses the small home in an unholy bubble. Moaning wood announces the creature's invasion. The witch's heavy breath. Her breath is visible despite the heat. The devious beast's sickly color eyes watch the escaped slave. Surely revenge is what she seeks, and it is willing to make a deal. A trick is played and the demon passes out. Becoming alert, the demon finds the slave over it with a magical knife. The witch slices flesh from bone, Pouring clean water onto the table, Washing away sour-smelling blood. Its mouth sealed closed with thread soaked in anointment oil. Slices of flesh marinate in red wine. The wine is purging the demons stench. Eyes full of sickly fury, the demon questions the slave with forced upon silence. The witch smiles and plucks out its eyes. It knows it is mostly bones now. "You'll be the ninth demon I've eaten; As I am Pryde, the demon eater." The demon is turned into gumbo.