Demon from Hell. You have come
unbidden to this Earth. Your presence in this town and on this plane
of existence is undesirable. I have come to banish you and end the
pain you and your kind have brought forth.”
The Demon just laughs. The sound lacks
anything close to mirth as far as SonHunter knows it. The sound of
the Demon's joy echoing off the walls of the hall fills SonHunter
with dread. The sense of evil in that simple noise is enough to
bring most people to their knees. It is a something SonHunter had
heard before, but still causes him the same emotional pain as it did
the first time.
The ember on the end of the Demon's
cigarette glows more brightly as it takes a drag. Then it speaks
with a voice that sounds like rocks tumbling in a deep grave. “You
silly humans and your rituals. Weekly gatherings where you read from
some dusty old tome. Phrases are said and replied to. None of it
does any good, really. Candles, robes, all that fancy décor. And
all of it asking for favors from some deity that may or may not be
listening.
“Is it really any wonder so many of
you follow my kind when we make our offers? You will believe in
anything, even if you know it's wrong to do so. Just give you a
tempting enough offer from someone in front of you, and you will give
up on generations of worship.”
The Omega Demon takes another drag off
its cigarette and lift one hand straight out. It snaps its fingers
and the shades drawn over the hall's windows all fly up. The room is
filled with light. All of the seated shadows are now revealed to be
the residents of the town. They all sit still as statues, their eyes
tracking the Demon as it strolls back and forth across the stage.
SonHunter can now clearly see the
Demon. Its skin is as red as blood. This particular Omega has the
body of an athlete and is naked from head to toe and almost six feet
tall, minus the horns. Every Omega Demon looks the same, except for
the horns. This Demon's horns curve back from high on its forehead.
The seem to lay across the beast's bald head. The black horns come
to sharp points near the back of its head.
SonHunter grabs two crystals from his
pocket. He selects, by touch, two of the larger ones to allow for a
quicker capture of the Demon once he gets close enough. He grips the
crystals tightly, one in each hand. “Demon, hear me and answer me
true. What have you done to these people? Why have you trapped them
in this place?”
“I have done nothing to them. They
have done it to themselves. I just came to town and made each of
them an offer. Those that accepted, now sit here. Those that didn't
spread word of my legend to other towns and villages.”
As the Demon speaks, SonHunter gets a
closer look at his cigarette. He realizes it isn't a bundle of
tobacco wrapped in paper. It is a small, burning bone. He can't
tell what part of the body it may be from, or if it is even a human
bone. All that is clear is that the Demon is breathing in on one end
of a bone as the other end smolders. The Demon takes another drag as
he continues to smile and taunt SonHunter.
“These people are just sitting here,
waiting for me to make up my mind. I haven't decided if I want to
make them kill themselves or go out and kill others as my bloody
army. Either way, they are only doing what they chose to do by
accepting my deal.”
This is still a very raw first draft. Leave a comment and let me know what you think.
