October 16th, 2009

Demons Like Smarties

Gracey came home with an armload of groceries and dropped them on the kitchen table. Hearing her sister arrive, Tiny popped in the from the living room and began digging through the bags as though searching for buried treasure.

“What are you looking for?” Gracey asked, only slightly annoyed. Tiny had always been this way. Impatient.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, Gracey. Please tell me you got Snickers. Or Reese’s Cups! I’d settle for – Oh, God, Skittles?” Tiny slammed the enormous bag of Skittles on the counter and gave Gracey a dark stare. “Are you kidding me?”

Gracey raised an eyebrow as she began methodically sifting through the groceries, putting everything in its proper place. “What, who doesn’t like Skittles? Taste the rainbow,” Gracey said, stifling a grin.

“Where’s the chocolate, Gracey? It’s not Halloween without chocolate!”

Gracey chuckled as she wedged a 5 pound bag of sugar onto the pantry shelf. “Cool your jets, sunshine, there’s chocolate in there. I got a bag of Twix and a bag of Reese’s Cups. I don’t think I got Snickers, though. There’s also a bag of Smarties in there, but don’t give me crap about that; those are for Darkness. He asked for them specifically.”

Tiny wrinkled her nose as she pulled the bag of small, chalk-like candies out of the grocery bag and tossed them disdainfully on the counter. “You know, sometimes you can almost forget he’s a demon, and then he asks for Smarties, and you remember he’s from Hell.”

Gracey nodded. “Yep. Smarties are proof of Satan’s dominion on Earth,” she said simply. Glancing around, she asked, “Where is he anyway?”

Tiny waved her hand toward the back of the house. “In the barn. I sent him to go see if you had any Halloween decorations.”

“Finish putting these away,” Gracey said, motioning to the groceries. “And don’t eat up all this candy, Tiny, I mean it. I don’t want to have to go buy more for the kids,” she said. She gave Tiny a Very Stern Look, which Tiny returned with wide eyes and all but an angel’s halo circling the crown of her head. She smiled as she ripped open the bag of Reese’s Cups, and giggled as they spilled onto the floor.

Gracey found the Prime of Darkness in the garage, rummaging through piles of junk. He was muttering something under his breath as he flung cardboard boxes around impatiently.

“Heya, Darkness,” Gracey said.

The demon jumped, startled, and then gave Gracey a small smile. “Heya, Gracey. I’m sorry I’m making a mess back here. I’m just… looking for something.”

Gracey waded through the dislodged junk and picked out a cardboard box with the word “HALLOWEEN” written across the front in black marker. “This what you’re looking for?” she asked.

Darkness took one look at the box and shook his head, returning to the piles of stuff at his feet. “Actually, no,” he said. “I found that immediately. I’m looking for…do you have any rope? Or an old tire? Or some wood you don’t need…like a two by four?”

Gracey propped the box on her hip and looked around. The barn was normally in disarray, but now it was an utter mess. “I’m not sure, Darkness. Maybe. Probably. What do you need it for?”

Darkness opened his mouth to answer, and then promptly shut it again. He thought for a minute, then said, “I think that kid across the street’s been spying on me,” he said.

“Which kid? Marco or Alejandro?”

The Prime of Darkness shrugged. “I don’t know, aren’t they twins?”


“Then I don’t know,” he said again. “Is he a nice kid?”

Gracey, surprised by the question, shifted her weight and shrugged. “Well, I don’t know which one you mean. I mean, they’re both nice boys. Alejandro’s a bit of a handful, but I think they’re supposed to be at that age. Marco’s real quiet; awful sweet. Withdrawn, though. Kind of a loner; I hardly ever see him playing with anybody.”

The Prime of Darkness nodded. “I thought so,” he said simply.

Gracey waited for the demon to speak again, but he didn’t, retuning to his hunt for wood and rope. She watched him a moment, bewildered. She was always surprised, and more than a little put off, by the ease with which he could dismiss her even while she was still standing with him. It was just another way in which he was...different.

“Anyway,” she said finally, “I just came out here to see what you wanted for dinner. I got stuff to make fish tacos or ratatouille, your choice.”

Darkness seemed to think a moment. “Ratatouille’s the stuff with the vegetables, right?”


“Fish tacos,” Darkness said, returning to his hunt. As Gracey turned to leave, Darkness remembered something, and hopped up one last time. “Hey,” he said, “did you get the Smarties?”

Gracey smiled sweetly, cocking her head to the side. “My favorite supernatural creature,” she purred. “I got your back.”

She dropped him a wink and carried the box of Halloween decorations out to the front porch.


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5 Responses to “Demons Like Smarties”

  1. Hi

    You just recommended a track of mine on ccMixter (thanks for that) and it lead me here. I’m hooked, you write really well and it’s a great idea to present it in this way.

    Funny co-incidence, but I did a track recently with my partner CiggiBurns called “War and Art and Love” — it was written by Panu Moon, an excellent ccM contributor. If you ever wanted a theme tune…!

    It’s here:

    Anyway, good luck with the project.

  2. amber simmons says:
    January 16th, 2010

    Hey, man, thank you for stopping by.

    I loved your track; wanted to say something on ccMixter, too, but everything I typed sounded trite so I figured I’d wait until my words came back :)

    Thanks for the compliments :) I appreciate your taking the time to let me know you came.

  3. Morgan O'Friel says:
    March 13th, 2010

    Aww, he’s gonna build a swing or something, isn’t he? And dude, staring at the pictures of the Reeses makes me hungry.

  4. Sorry kinda OT, but where did you get avatars of your characters from? They are very unique!

  5. amber simmons says:
    April 1st, 2010

    I made them. :)

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