The supposed demon was just over 2 feet tall, with horns, and a brilliant shade of crimson. It was sitting upon a stack of newspapers within a bamboo cage., chewing on a toenail with small sharp teeth. Each of the cage’s poles was strapped to the others with a rather large chain.
“I just don’t see the point.” Said Charles Smith, “For what you’re asking I might as well hire a servant girl to do the menial chores around the house, I don’t think I’d want a demon wandering around my house.
“Well a girl is just so ordinary,” said the Shopkeeper, “This is something much more….exotic. Have you even seen a denizen of Hades before? “
“Of course not! Anyway, how do I know it isn’t some sort of mutant child, pro some freak of nature, or hell, I don’t know.”