I pictured this Demon while I was doodling on some pages feeling too bored with my office chores. I pretty much liked him and had given a thought to develop him more.

He is not the typically the one frightening or power loving Satan but more of a child-like demon from inside to which you can fall an easy prey to obey his command. He knows me very well as he resides into me (probably resides in everyone) and knows what makes me dance to his tunes. But his problem is he never knew how to play any tune, so gives every effort to play every instrument he can manage or I have ever listened.

And that’s how the fight begins, between his morality and my principals, and I can bet many times he would ve won more than me. But sometimes I like losing to him. That’s how you enjoy life sometimes, trying listening to his music, getting the rhythm to tap the foot or hum with his harmony. He slowly and harmonically starts with smooth and suave music with his guitar (that’s my best he knows), subsequently transforming that guitar into an electrical one which almost resembles the shape of his thunderstorm bolt. With the violent and fierce rhythms he can shake me up with all the thrills.

And that’s why sometimes I also do tame him with my determination to not hear him any more, no matter how beautiful the rhythm he can play. Its simply not easy task to turn deaf ears to him but my discipline makes me comfortable to do so.