Naming demons one

All his local demons addressed each other formally. the first part was always Mr., Ms. or some royal title that was followed by one to three words that could be verbs adjectives or nouns like Mr. Broken Glass, DameNeedles, Sir Back Alley, Baron Last Glass, or lady Black Mouth. Max's best friend of the past 6 years was referred to as Mr. Twist.
     He sat a roughly carved stone chair in a shadowy dungeon-like room made from black rock that was lit by far too few oil lanterns hanging from the walls. His hand shook from fear and blood loss as he leaned back and lit up a small cigar he pulled from the pocket of an expensive suit that had a series of slowly bleeding gashes along the left arm.

" ..What in the hell do we do now Twist?"

A lanky African-American with a small Afro and massive sideburns in a well-worn suit stepped out of the shadow, and before speaking he he scratched his right side burn and pushes his foot up against the bloated inhuman corpse on the floor between himself and Max, to probe for any signs of life.

     The corpse looked like a giant corpulent snail with 7 massive human mouths stacked on on top of each other each open and breathless spilling a foul yellow drool and massive blasphemous tongues on the the floor. The 6 eyes on top of the head didn't look like normal human or animal eyes but like like semi-opaque bubbles filled with stagnant pools of grease. the creature also was releasing small stream of steam and gas from it's body as if it was beginning to cook from the inside filling the room with a growing amount of warmth and a terrible stench.

Twist looked down at the corpse with tired blood shot eyes, and begin probing it more aggressively with his foot until the hate in his eyes was palpable and he was kicking the body hard in punctuation to his words. "I am afraid I don't have much of a game plan amigo (kick), beyond getting the part of back that use to belong to this bastard (kick). Nothing like this has ever happened (kick)."
     By the time Twist had delivered his 5th blow to the demonic body on the floor, a retractable pen with a strange ivory tip exposed dislodged itself from one of the rolls of fat in the creatures neck, and the sound of a gas releasing echoed in the room as the horrible creature began to move. First a spider like limb came out from the bottom of it shell, and severed the leg Twist had been balancing himself on as he kicked it, sending him to the ground in a writhing mass. then more legs came out from the base of it's shell and it began to right itself and focus all it's terrible now bubbling and swirling fluid filled eyes focused on the man sitting in the stone chair who had just nearly brought an end to it's several millenniums of existence.
     The shadows in the room began to move with a will of their own as it moved towards Max with all of it's mouths gnashing teeth and uttering different terrible blasphemies in languages forgotten to men