Hecate nudged her fellow party girl Hathor and pointed to an especially caliginous corner of the Forgotten Deities Bar & Grill.
“There’s that Calu guy I told you about. Cute, eh?” Her voice was a peculiar blend of cacaesthesia and wonderment.
Hathor eyed the figure skeptically. “Him? Looks more like the baddie from the Three Little Pigs. He’s a deity?”
“Word is he was a major mover and shaker in Etruscan circles.”
“What the heck is an Etruscan?”
“Oh, don’t be such a bitch. Go ask him to dance.”
Hecate sighed. “Ok…but if he’s got fleas, I’m gonna be pissed!
This story was written for the Diabolical Deeds flash fiction challenge hosted by Timony Souler. Each of the five daily installment involves a demon and two obscure words. Today's prompts were: Calu, cacaesthesia & caliginous.