This is my entry for the
Winter Holiday 2023 Contest
A short
Angels & Demons
story
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Shit! Once again I'd let people get me into another fine mess. This time Andy was mostly to blame. Though Lily had been far from innocent. Like she was ever... well you probably know about my girlfriend already.
This was their idea. A special musical video for our regular clients. To wish them 'Happy Holidays.' Sounds harmless enough, right?
So, how does that end up with me on lead vocals? I mean, I could sing. All demons can sing, we have natural tone and rhythm. Not like -- I shuddered -- our previous human charge. My ears used to bleed listening to Emily trying to sing in the shower.
But why not Lily? OK, she was more instrument girl. A harp once upon a time, today keyboards. Elena then? She was now a half-angel, maybe that had carried over to her voice. But our Latina friend had insisted the front person had to be a principal of Emma's Escorts.
Her boyfriend had also demured; making a sheepish comment about not all black guys having soul. Soul? What would that mean to a she-demon? As for Whitney? Satan's daughter seemed to view the whole thing as being a little beneath her; though she was much too sweet to say so. At least Elena, Whitney and Bobby had at agreed to do backing vocals, that was something. Tommy? Tommy played the drums, and ex-marines apparently don't sing. So it was down to me.
Andy had a mirrorless digital camera on a small boom; one that could record 8K video. He held a deadcat in the other hand and wore headphones. Even I wouldn't have suggested Andy singing. I think I might prefer Emily's shrieks to his caterwauling. Andy called for quiet and then held up a hand, counting us down silently with his digits.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
Lily's fingers connected with the keys and an organ intoned graveyard chords solemnly. She then picked up a more rapid beat, which she overlaid with bass and Tommy came in. The rhythm was familiar as Lily switched to a syncopated English horn. Tooting out an instantly recognizable riff.
Elena, Whitney and Bobby burst in with a half sung, half shouted:
Cocksuckers!
And then it was me:
If your feel the urge
But you don't want grief
Who you gonna call?
The backing vocalists answered spiritedly:
Cocksuckers!
OK. Maybe this might work. Now try to remember the lyrics, Em:
If it's hard as bone
And you need relief
Who you gonna call?
Cocksuckers!
Yeah -- maybe I was getting into this a bit. Andy zoomed in on me:
I wanna taste of your cock
I wanna taste of your cock
I licked my lips lasciviously, if there was one thing demons could do, it was to tease:
If your oozing cum
And you need some head
Who can you call?
Cocksuckers!
The lyrics I had penned with Tommy's help, were kinda ridiculous, then the original hadn't exactly been Shakespeare.
If you want a girl
With her lips wide spread
Ow, who you gonna call?
