The vile apparel pile has been vanquished!
All hail the great and powerful Demon!

I'm still battling the vile apparel pile, but reinforcements have arrived. The Dark Lord who spawned this Demon has come in response to my call for help. The Incubus is also returned. They are currently cataloguing weapons of minour destruction and tools of the demonic trade. These tools and weapons have succeeded in reducing the available space the vile apparel pile (VAP) has to occupy. I am unsure how this will help in the long run, but they assure me that "all will be well, just keep the laundry going". I guess they are engaged in weakening the VAP's hold on my porch, by bringing in mass amounts of other stuff to take up space.

In between letting the imps in the white box thrash laundry from the VAP, I am engaged in creating sustenance for the Incubus and the Dark Lord. They consume great amounts of dark liquid made from beans found in the mortal realm. Soon it will be time to hunt for sustenance for my minions as well.

It's daylight again! The vile apparel has now been reduced to a fraction of it's former glory. I knew it would not be able to hold out against the great Demon of Darkness that is I! My minions are gathering, getting ready to go and cavort in the outer reaches of the realm. In the snow. Crazy minions.

My incubus is on his way home. His conveyance ran out of fuel an hour away late last evening, and there was no way to replenish it. But he will be home shortly now. I had better go and finish off the apparel pile before he returns.

I have successfully reduced the pile of nasty apparel to half it's former glory. With great diligence, I may yet prevail. The incubus will not be pleased to find that his Demon's domain was nearly overshadowed by something with such a silly name as "laundry" (I learned it's name while reading a mortal's 'Ramblings').

Five hours and counting until my Incubus returns to my side. What else should be done before then? Eating utensils are being cleaned as I type, minions are comatose in their dungeons, HellHounds have been fed and are now guarding the minions (all but one, lazy-ass Hound, he's taken up residence on the lounging furniture). Perhaps I should employ that mechanical imp, Kenmore, to clean the floors again. Or I'll just go join my lazy Hound with a scroll to read.

More of that bloody white stuff. I think I need to convince the Incubus that the minions and I would be less evil if we lived in a warmer realm. Speaking of .... he shall be returning to me late tonight, with toys. Woodworking toys, not the other kind of toys, though I know well what Incubuses (Incubi?) do for a living.

I was bored this daylight. I reordered the minions' dungeons, and investigated several strange items of apparel that mortals cover themselves in. These things appear to multiply rapidly, and are determined to take over my porch. Leave just one item out, and when I next return to that area of my domain, there are dozens more. The pile had spread clear across the floor and attained a scarey height, rival to my own, but I shall perservere and beat back these vile garments.

The only way they can be beaten it seems, is to shove them inside a large white box, and allow the spawn within to wring the apparel senseless. I tried to catch the spawn in action, being the nosey Demon that I am, but they must have heard me coming, for they abandoned their victims to lie in a soggy, clear-coloured blood-soaked heap. As soon as I closed the lid, the sounds of thrashing resumed, and the spawn returned to their vicious task.

He left me. I chased my Incubus away with all my evilness. Oh well. He'll be back Sunday. And he's bringing a sacrifice. One for now (woodworking tools) and one or later in the spring (a '93 Jeep YJ Renegade, woohoo!). Good-bye Betsy the Ford, you served us well, but you eat too much.

I am leaving my incubus.
For the weekend. No matter, he'll be gone into the mortal realm the whole time anyway.
I get the minions, he gets the Hell Hounds. Does this strike anyone but me as unfair?

This Demon was not, by any stretch of the imagination, meant to PAINT. Painting is a heinous exercise devised by torturers to punish mortals. Demon must locate some imps to enslave and finish painting.

The minions are off into the cold, experiencing a new mortal pastime of sitting on flat objects and barrelling down a snowy hill at warp speed. I expect a full report when they return. They have incorporated a new little human into their games. She appears to hold up well despite the rigourous work of scaling the hill towing the afore-mentioned flat object.

The hunt is on. The Demon has started the search for a climbing lizard. Why you wonder? Just because. Tattoo #3 is now in the planning stages, and it shall be a dragon climbing up the scarred wreck that is my left arm.

My Incubus reminded me why I keep him around this chilly morning. With small minion feeling unwell, and myself in roughened condition, the Incubus took the bigger minion off to the Realm of Knowledge, while I recuperated in my cavern with the little minion.

Okay, minions have been asking for pictures of my skin art, that'll have to wait until I get my demonic hands on a decent digital camera (or get a film developed). Unfortunately the etching was not completed. But the artist did get a good two hours of colouring in before the light chased Demon back into the shadows. Three more weeks until I get another sitting.

I have no evil to spread today. Some little minion has shared his with me though, and I took to my cavern to rest thanks to some wicked and diabolical plight called 'sneezing' and 'sore-headedness'. Rotten little minion. I shall warn him tomorrow that he is not to spread evil in my direction. I have enough already and his clashes with mine.

My lovely dragon. Tomorrow the Demon will visit a mortal skilled in etching artwork into skin. That dragon you see on the side? Will be completed tomorrow. The Demon is most pleased.

It has come to my attention that some people have way too much time on their hands. Like this Demon. Somewhere around here, I have another blog, one with too many private thoughts and memories to share. So there. And I have another one too. I think blogs are evil as they have thoroughly seduced this Demon.

T minus 40 minutes and counting until my minions fall into a trance again for twelve hours. I can hardly wait for the stillness to descend upon my realm again.

Sunday already. How very dreary.
Demon has the Cold from Hell, and my faithful electronic minion Mikey does too. Or perhaps Mikey has some other type of virus. Even booting could not get him to viualize coherently. So here I type, on Mikey's Offspring, trying to place me claws on the proper keys, on this very tiny keyboard. Come the dawn, Mikey shall go to the other side in hopes some shaman may resurrect his electronic soul and return him to me well-healed.

Another foot of white stuff in the Realm. The Hell Hounds played while I shuffled off my minions. My incubus will be most displeased this daylight. I thought of sparing him the labour involved in removing the white particles from our gate, but the Light ... Ah! It burns my evil eyes! Best to let him take care of it.

Caffiene ... truly the nectar of the gods. Not that I'm a god, just a demon, but hey ... when mortals provide you with coffee beans, what else are you to do?

I stooped to menial labour in the Darkness. My minions and HellHounds both have developed a fondness for slumber during the night's darkest hours, and my Incubus was off cavorting again. Whilst my domain was peaceful, I rearranged things in the antechamber. The frigid iciness of Cocytus was encroaching and I had to beat it back with a large rubber hose-thing and used my presence of Evil to melt the ice. It will not encroach again.

When Dark settles the land again, I may continue to ward my domain against such happenings. Or I may join my minions in slumber just to see why they find it so appealing.

The big yellow dragon has carted off my minions once more. As there are no pressing needs for my particular brand of evilness, I shall slumber during these lighted hours. The Darkness took it's toll on me, as my chambers were infiltrated by strange and noxious fumes. I suspect they might have come from the Incubus.
Note to Self : No more nourishing the Incubus with that vile substance called "cheese".

I may change the name of my forum to the Axis of Evil. Thanks to a friend and another friend for that lovely appellation. I shall ponder this for a time and see what comes about.
Must gather more minions.
Must make slippers out Hell Hound fur.
Must put my minions in a deep trance for twleve hours.