Apparently he had missed his invite to the meeting of those too twisted and cruel for the typical Beqanna. Their evenings consumed with plotting and scheming. The red eyed ghost stole his attention. Perhaps it was their likeness in thoughts... as well as their eyes.
Ouija watched from the shadows as the demon plucked his treasure from the earth. Ready to throw her to the wolves. He did not act impulsively. No, that was not his way. He wished to dig deep into their minds. Their souls. To grip their deepest fears and bring them to light. That was his game...
So he waited. Waited until the beast turned to him. His form more monster than equine. A menacing grin crept across his lips. Blazing red eyes narrowed, nearly disappearing, as he watched. The heated embers fell down upon him. A slight burning sensation as a few landed upon his back. Ah! That feeling made him think of his stint with the fire licked girl Jinju... Sweet Jinju. He shuddered in pleasure as a cackle rose from within his throat. I like games...
Soon they were joined by another. Crimson eyes beheld a sparkly thing of the prettiest shade of indigo... Oh and look, butterflies... How fitting. He snickered as lips curled exposing his canines. What sort of trickery will we see now, he wondered. Quietly he lurked nearer to get a better view... Behold... Words. Threats. Bore.
Attention shifted back to his three-eyed treasure still within the midst of the grouping. The ghost spoke kindly to her, attempting to coax her out of any scare she may have. Twisting her mind to believe she was safe. Was she? Hardly
His black horns twisted to catch the invitation of the ghost. A congregation of like minds for a grander purpose. Surely Ouija must stay, for this sounds like a fun game....
I wanna play a game....
OUIJA