The entire monster was a living sculpture of nature, a beast birthed by the deepest and darkest woods with a pair of cervine antlers upon its head and big black eyes also reminiscent of those of a deer.
A leshy.
It was a leshy.
The leshy turned its head and blinked at Indy.
Indy blinked back.
The leshy screamed.
Indy screamed.
“What’s wrong?” Gammy screamed from the other room. “What’s going on?”
The leshy’s body warped and distorted, bones crunching as it shifted. They were known for their incredible transformations, and there was no telling what it was about to turn into.
The door burst open, and the demon stalked inside.
There was an audible pop as the wards broke, and Indy scrambled back toward the couch, shouting to Gammy, “Uh, lots! The short answer is fucking lots!” After nearly hitting the coffee table, he glanced over his shoulder to locate the leshy.
But it wasn’t there.
However, a new item had appeared on the coffee table.
It was a pickle.
Before Indy could wrap his brain around the leshy becoming a pickle, of all absurd things, his attention was redirected to the demon closing in on him who had shed his human suit to reveal his true demonic form.
Purple skin, flaming blue eyes, a crown of fire hovering over his big black horns.
Well, fuck.
Indy recognized him now.
This was Mr. Heiss.
CHAPTER
TWO
Indy had never seen Mr. Heiss in his human form before, so it made sense that he hadn’t known who he was at first. There was no doubt now, however, and Indy stood tall, glaring up at Mr. Heiss and refusing to look away from his fiery eyes. Indy would sooner die than show how rattled he was, focusing on his anger instead to remain defiant.
“Hi there. Hello,” Indy spat. “Ever hear of knocking?”
Technically he had knocked, but fuck him.
“I did,” Mr. Heiss said coldly, “and then you screamed.”
“I was practicing my yodeling."
Mr. Heiss snorted. “Cute.”
“Very. Yes. Good to know your eyes work.”
Mr. Heiss’s upper lip twitched.
Almost as if he was about to laugh.