They were everywhere. Swarming about the castle, terrorizing the inhabitants with demonic wings of vibrant colors.

In the rotund house on the hill, a little less then a mile away from the castle, a light pink sphere stood on top of his house, tracking down and swallowing as many of the fiends as he could.

In the castle, the guards cut down each and every one of the demons, one having his own wings to defeat the high-flyers

The king himself was trapped by them in his own room, and he had grabbed his servant and was using him as a shield as he bashed away at anything that flew.

The townspeople hid inside their houses, waiting for the castle to be secured before coming out of their homes as they clutched children and valuables close.

There were too many.

A brigade smashed into the pink sphere, knocking him off his house onto the ground as they attached to him and tasted to see if he was as delicious as the marshmallow he looked like.

In the hallways of the castle, the beasts managed to swipe the swords from the guards and toss them out the window, thus cornering them in a dead end as each of the guards was entirely covered by the beasts, licking and crawling all over them.

In the king's bedroom, the fiends snatched his servant right out of his hands and dragged the servant across the room by the door, where he was devoured by the mass. The king shouted his servant's name and struck the fiends around him with newfound ire, but he too was consumed.

The army smashed the windows of the townhouses with rocks, and soon the screams of the denizens of the town were heard echoing throughout the once peaceful land.

The beasts that were not torturing any people retreated into the skies, and soon after the ones that were followed, making sure they who they affected were nearly dead with tear-stained cheeks.

The pink puff stood on shaky feet as he watched the cloud of demons flutter away, off to find new victims.

The castle guards supported each other as they trembled violently, relieved the beasts had stopped their insistent rampage on the castle.

The king and the servant did not stand but merely stayed down, still terrified of another attack.

The townspeople slowly came out of their houses once they thought it was safe enough, gathering near the central tree of the town and conversing to each other of the valuables each hoped was kept safe.

There was one lingering thought in the back of each victim's mind. One lingering thought that would never stop nagging at them.

That year's Dreamland Butterfly Festival was the most ticklish yet!