A crash of thunder, vast renting choral cries of fear and terror, a multicolor swirl of lurid violent hues tears at the fabric of reality and a horrific form plummets to the ground.
"Oh poo!"
Moi shakes her head and stumbles to her feet, rubbing her butt.
"Oh daddy, come on! I didn't mean it. Pretty please let me back in?"
Echoes of a thousand horrors tumble from the screaming pit of a tear in space and form into the words:
"God damn it NO! I will NOT have your idiocy here any more! You're cut off, no power taps, no favors, no mooching off me! 'I banish thee to Earth!' and you can god damn stay there! No-one from this realm will ever answer your call or care what you do any more.... And STAY OUT!"
A slamming sound reverberates through the sleepy glade as the tear vanishes, remarkably sounding just like a door slamming. Moi pouts.
"But, but I didn't mean it?" she says to empty air, sniffling.
It was very undignified.
The demoness slowly stumbled to lean against a tree, sighing melodramatically. She was five foot tall, with a very curvaceous body, dressed in a jet red, incredibly skimpy outfit. Her skin was a smooth tan, not the red or green of her fellow demons, and she didn't even have horns. Bat wings and a tail, yes. Horns, no. It was always a sign of contention with her that she didn't have the horns her fellow demons did.
"What am I going to DOOOOO!" she wined, sounding rather pathetic.
An idle flick of a finger and colored swirls formed before her, gelling into a plate of steak and fries. Then her eyes widened and she stared at her own fingers as if bitten.
"Oh, I can't do that! I mean... oh, I'll run out of juice!" Sobbing she sat down on the grass and sulkily started eating the rare steak. "*Munch* How am I going to get more juice? Hmm, I'm going to have to find someone to fuck to get some energy."
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