The trio of young men stepping out of the blue car gave—for no outward reason at all—the impression of being brothers.
The tallest one (and the obvious leader of the group) wore a black leather jacket with quite a few more zippers than pockets. This he wore open, with a white T-shirt underneath and black jeans that were almost too short for him; his white socks peeked out of his black shoes.
The second boy—certainly no more than fourteen or fifteen years old—wore a large, black, cotton sweatshirt. He pulled the hood back and revealed a head of short pink dreadlocks, and a sullen face with a lot of piercings and no blemishes. His blue jeans were ripped at the knees.
The last boy—the youngest, probably ten or eleven—wore a translucent windbreaker that swished as he walked. His shirt was white, but his jeans were black and quite baggy. Looking at him next to the leader, one might have gotten the impression that there had been a mix up in the morning laundry.
Comic aspects aside, these were the infamous Styx Boys, the most hellacious gang of undead bastards ever to kill a prom queen.
(This is an excerpt from "Lufdeen the Vampire and the Nightmare Market", an unfinished short story from 1996. The demons' names, from eldest to youngest, are Cephus, Ferus, and Amaldus. I really need to just dump all my old Lufdeen material into some loose approximation of formatting and self-publish it on Lulu.com, just for posterity.)
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