Demon bus

The dark, lifeless eyes that burn into my soul - black eyes, like a doll's eyes. That smug grin, plastered on your impish visage. And those ears... you think they make you some kind of god? I can only assume that is some sort of reverse brain-parasite, disgorging its foul sustenance directly into your dark, evil mind. Shit, the audacity to pull something like that out in the open... egad!

Your skills at deception may make you seem all-knowing to others, but you don't fool me, devil. As if the leathery wings weren't proof enough, it's plain to see that your legs, if you can call them legs, are attached to your sausage body directly at the feet! And it's a known fact that demons have no knees!

There you are then, lain open, exposed. Hah! What have you got to say for yourself? Whatever it is, my response is "Fuck you, bus! You could at least let me pet you every once in a while!!"

UPDATE: The demon has a weakness. It is bacon. He is mine.