Its the "Name that Deamonis" contest!

Its the Name that Deamonis contest!

OK my darlings, now that the story is writing itself again i have decided to let you help me with a very small part of it. the name of a Deamonis that is going to be introduced into the story. i will give you a hint at the story line by way a few paragraphs of it. they will be from different parts of the chapter i am working on so you can get as basic ideal of her. there is no real prize here, save a mention in the credits of the 2nd novel for helping with the name and a signed copy of it BEFORE it goes into print. yes thats right you will get to see the entire story for free before anyone else!

the rules of the game:
1)you can enter as many names as you would like but only once. so before you post your name ideals to me make sure you have what you want to submit. i will not accept a second post. any attempt to get me to do so will result in you being removed from the contest.
2)No name from another novel currently in print will be acceptable. names from works in the 1800's will get consideration.
3) this contest will run for 2 weeks only! so mark your calenders, Nov. 22 is the last day. any submissions posted after midnight eastern standard time will not be accepted. you have been warned.

OK here she is!

Her features were still fresh in his mind, the long dreadlocked multi color hair, black lipstick and eye liner, the pale white face and piercing red eyes for some reason both excited him and frightened him. Her height was also bothering him, he could not tell if it was from the tall boots or her actual height.

Richard was about to ask the bar tender her name when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then lips press against his ear. Her breath was cold and smelled of something foreign but not unpleasant, he could not place the scent… but he also realized he could not understand her words.

The world for him had again taken a turn for the horrific. As her words echoed in his ears he saw visions of people moving, both bright and dark, transparent and other worldly, heavenly and hellish.

Richard turned around to face the woman and prayed the visions would stop, but to his horror they were still there, moving through the living as if they had no idea they were there. And this time the woman that he had seen was still as she had appeared when he first saw her but now, now she was red instead of pale white, splitting the dreads at the back of her head and curling under and forward were two very evil looking horns. And as she spoke a forked tongue licked at his flesh.