Ashlee pulled Satan back into the common room. He glared at Dead as he walked past.

The eldritch abomination was gone now, thank the Lord of Hell (him), but it could return at any moment. He'd have to be quick.

Dead would not live long enough to see his slimy, tentacle-y, terrifying friend again.

There were plenty of mundane methods Satan could use. He could pick up the coffee table and use that instead.

But he didn't want to do that. He had a better plan that was less messy than a broken coffee table.

Ashlee sat down on the couch and gestured to the seat next to her.

Satan did not sit there, as much as he wanted to. He headed to the kitchen.

"How are we going to fight to the death?" The dark-haired girl asked.

Satan ignored them and opened the cutlery drawer. Yeah, this was good. He picked the sharpest knife there and walked out to the common room.

The inmates in the kitchen looked to each other.

"How about some of those?"

Marilyn watched as Satan walked towards Dead, fury in his gaze. Marilyn watched as Satan stabbed Dead. She watched as Sad pushed Satan away from Dead, as Satan pushed Sad back again and stabbed Dead once more. She didn't do anything, because this situation would fix itself soon.

Othilli was not going to be happy.

All the lights blew out again. Satan stood in the middle of the common room, glass shards around him from broken light bulbs.

Ashlee and the eldritch abomination girl jumped behind one of the couches. That was definitely not a bad idea, he should also do-

Satan tried to lift his foot, but he couldn't. He couldn't move. His body was stuck in place, and no matter how hard he tried to wave his arms or run away or even turn his head, it was pointless.

Oh crap.

In front of his was the abomination, floating in the middle of the common room, and it was not in its human form.

That purple stingray body, the tentacles, the single, large eye on top of its body, judging him for all his past, present and future mistakes. This was definitely the one that had killed him before, and it was the one that was going to kill him again.

Othilli extended a tentacle and wrapped it around Satan's neck. It lifted him into the air and stared straight into the depths of his soul. Down, deeper, right to the bottom, choosing the verdict of Satan's punishment.

Would he die slowly? Quickly? Painfully? Painlessly? With regrets? Without them?

Was he going to be shredded into a million pieces and never heard from again? Nobody could answer that. Nobody except the incomprehensible mind of the horror staring him down.

Othilli waved Satan around in the air. How would this not-human's eyes be described? Grey? Green? The colour of old green ground-spikes that humans love to frolic on so much? How could Satan be accurately described when Othilli shared stories about it to its Omninet disciples? They wanted to know everything, everything about Othilli's experiences with the humans, and they wanted detail.

Its hair. Was it brown? Blonde? The colour of the tiny shell-crumbs that donned the coasts and shores of the human's world?

Screw them. Othilli couldn't stand to look at this abomination any more. If the creatures of the Omninet wanted to know what Satan looked like, then the lazy buggers could freaking pull it out of the void.

Satan's body imploded into a void rift. Try crawling yourself out this time, loser.

Sad crawled out from behind the sofa. They were safe, finally. The abomination was gone, and so was Satan.

"Sad?" Dead sat up. "Where's Satan?"

Dominus Apis and Lily stood face-to-face, each wielding a not-sharp-but-not-blunt knife. With this knife, you could cut butter, but it was not a butter knife. It may have been a bread knife, but that's a terrible name, because this knife sucks at cutting bread.

"Alright, let's do this." Lily fixed her gaze on Apis.

Spencer began to count down from three.

Two.

One.

When the opponents heard their cue, they charged at each other.

Lily made a stab at Apis. Apis aimed one back and lashed out. Neither strike landed. Lily reached the knife in front of her and ducked. Apis aimed it down and missed. Lily swiped her knife to the right. Apis lifted his leg. Lily stabbed her knife into the ground to regain her balance.

Why was he doing this? Why was he letting Lily fight? From their fight, it was becoming obvious now. Apis was the superior fighter.

Wait what did he mean 'from their fight'? It was obvious already. Apis was built like Dwayne the Frickin' Rock Johnson, the legendary hero who crushed eldritch abominations with his bare fists.

With each aim, each stab, Lily was edging closer to her death. She avoided some, she landed some, she had cuts from the times Apis had hit, she was losing.

He couldn't let her do this. Lily could not risk her life just so he could have half a cucumber.

Dominus Apis readied a final strike.

Spencer knew what he had to do.

Spencer jumped out in front of Lily as soon as Apis lashed out.

The knife struck him straight in the heart.

"Spencer!" Lily cried. He fell to the ground, holding his chest.

"The cucumber-" Dominus Apis turned around and grabbed the cucumber victoriously- "is mine." He took a bite and walked out of the kitchen. Lily dropped to the ground, cradling Spencer in her arms.

"Lily," Spencer croaked. "I gotta...I gotta tell you something before I die, girl."

"You're not going to die, we can-"

"Nah, guuuurl," he said. "I'm gonna die." He coughed. "Lily, listen very carefully."

Lily nodded, brushing the hair out of Spencer's face.

"Lily, I love..." He closed his eyes.

"...Spencer?" Was he gone? No, he wasn't-

He coughed one last time. "...orange juice."

END OF DAY EIGHT