Satan’s PetbyJosé J. Amador
“Master, Master, please wake up,” said the low-demon, he shook the bed softly so as tonot anger the sleeper.Satan, no less, began to wake up. Feeling groggy as he did every morning, he rubbed hisface and shook his horned head.The low-demon, Timin, continued, “Master, Master, how may I serve you this gloriousmorning?”Satan looked down to the foot of his gargantuan bed (twice as big as a normal king-size)and noticed Cerberus sleeping by his hoofs. He smiled to himself, not wanting to let his assistantsee it.“Good morning Cerby”, said Satan, calling the mythological dog by the pet name he gaveit eons ago. “Let Cerberus out now,” Satan added with a growl.To himself, Timin sighed,
Ah yes, the wonderful task of taking this hideous creature for its morning walk.
Timin had only been doing this for a short time, but all ready hated it. Heoften wondered if he was more worse off than the damned.Timin clapped his three-fingered hands and instantly Cerberus’ leash appeared. Theleash itself was about four feet long, and of course had three separate collars. Each collar wasabout a foot apart. In itself it was a heavy leash, made from chain-linked metal, with granitecollars that molded themselves around the dog’s necks.Timin grabbed the leash and once again forgot how heavy it was. It jerked his arm downas the leash came crashing to the floor. It made such a deafening noise he looked at the Deviland noticed his displeasure.“Sorry Master,” said Timin humbly.