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Friday, March 8, 2013

Today's #flashfiction #TheDemonChoir

“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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