“Let's go out
for a bite.”
Mike Tyson*
#quote
Went to my
school club today. We had it at an alternate location, a game store
actually, (like card games and dungeons and dragons and stuff)
because that location was near the university and someone took our
normal meeting room. Requested them to email me their schedule for
card tournaments so maybe in between writing I'll go to them.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Demon
Choir
Life filled
Furor the summoner with so much hate that no one wanted to ever speak
with the man. Just looking into the man's eyes would transfer some of
the hate in the man's soul into yours like some disease. For many
years he sunk into isolation.
This turned
into societies biggest mistake because this allowed two things to
grow: His hate and his skill as a summoner. His hate turned into
madness. An insanity made of rage. In the mind of a normal person,
logic could be called clockwork. In his mind the fire of rage melted
the clockwork to nothing. All except for the logic he needed to hone
his magical craft of summoning.
Furor decided
he would use summoning to vent his hate. His brain, void of logic,
for whatever reason figured that destruction should be the way to do
it. Perhaps it would embody the flames of his mind. Though on another
day he may have decided that doing something wonderful to quell the
flames would have been the “logical” thing to do. His mind had
been too burnt out of logic to make a choice.
From his
isolated home, where society left the angry man, he summoned the
strongest spell he could. The most destructive spell he could. He
used all the spell components, even his own life, it was that
powerful a spell and required that high a price. He summoned The
Demon Choir. He wouldn't even be around to see what expelled his
hate. But his hate boiled away his logic so his reasoning wasn't
sound enough to tell him that didn't make sense as a plan.
The Demon Choir
spell summoned the most beautiful demons from multiple dark planes of
existence to whatever world the caster chose. The demon's would most
certainly be mistaken for angels, that's how beautiful they were. And
they would spread their glowing red wings and fly over the world,
singing their song for all the world to hear.
The song's
melody started high in pitch then lowered up and down with a glowing
rhythm that would slowly synchronize with the heartbeat of every man,
woman and child. There would be thousands and thousands of demons and
they never needed to take a breath in their song. They would just
keep cycling that song that went elegantly up and down in pitch. The
song's magic would let it dominate every other sound and go through
every wall and into every mind.
It would calm
everyone with its gentle up and down lullaby. But no one would fall
asleep. It would be a waking sleep. A complete paralysis. So everyone
would sit there, hearts beating along with the song, and slowly
starve to death, trapped by the melody.
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