“Now do you believe you are dead?” the short-haired girl pointed at the demon and the angel.
I wanted to answer that hell no, I didn't, but I could not explain away the fact that the door from my room had opened onto a dining room my family did not have. Teleportation wasn't possible as far as I knew. Also the horned fellow and the angel looked scarily… real. The angel even twitched his wing to shoo off a fly that was trying to reach the plate of freshly baked rolls he was carrying.
“Keep your flies to yourself,” he said to the demon who was tailing him in a manner not unlike a dog.
Which the demon did. He snapped his fingers and the fly flew to him and burrowed itself into his hair. A closer look showed that his bushy hair was crawling with all sorts of little insects. His eyes looked exceptionally bright in the midst of all that dirty skin and hair. As for his age… maybe he was a bit older than the rest of the people I saw. But nowhere near as old as the angel.
“Ewww…” I said out loud and stepped backwards, staring at the wriggling and crawling in his hair.
The horned man smiled at me in a most un-demon-like manner. At least he had decent teeth.
“Oh, we have a newbie here!” he said. “Welcome, dear!”
- Leena Maria / Space Witches 1 / The Book of Witches / Chapter 2: Heavenly Breakfast