Ari was slouched in front of the tv when the demon began stirring again.
“ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ,” it intoned, its voice like a graveyard.
“Sure, whatever.” Ari flicked between channels before settling on an old episode of Star Trek.
“ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴅ ɪs ɴɪɢʜ! ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ-”
“Can you do all that later? This episode’s one of my favourites.”
The demon slithered out from under the sink and creeped up onto the sofa beside Ari. “ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ?”
“Yes, and I’m watching, so hush up okay?”
“ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ.”
“Whatever you say pal.”