“Make love,
not war.”
Genghis Khan*
#quote
Today I invited
CJ over for the weekend. It seems like he should able to come over so
woot.
Demon On
Call
Whisked away
from watching my favorite television show Dancing With The Demons I
find myself in front of a wizard with another behind me. With my
demonic instinct I could tell which one summoned me. It was the one
behind me, he cackled proudly as fire spread from my feet. At least
someone felt happy about my summoning. Being on call all the time
turned out to be such a bother.
I looked around
to see some carnage. A few wrecked buildings in a little village.
People in chains made of bones frozen in fear as they looked at the
wizards. The man who summoned me wore dark purple robes and ruby
earrings enchanted with vile magic. About in his thirties I'd say.
The other
wizard looked in his seventies. He wore the blue robes that showed a
general traditional wizard's uniform. Very old fashioned. I saw that
his wand bore the emblem of the Northern Unified Wizard's Guild and
must have been very expensive, being covered with enchanted jewels of
more types than I could count.
It frustrated
me that I'd this was the third time this week this kind of thing
happened. A demon bound by summoning rituals can be pulled from the
netherworld by any fool experienced enough with magic, but for the
same kind of fool to do it just twisted my tail.
Like two
wizards before him the man who summoned me called upon me to fight
this wizard. He shouted the command to kill the wizard with a booming
confident voice. I could tell he, like the other two, were dark
wizards who attacked villages to take the wealth and enslave the
villagers to do their bidding. And then they call on me to fight when
a good wizard from the guilds comes to stop them.
No matter how
much I think they're idiots my job is to do their bidding so I try to
fight the good wizard. I summon up my own dark magic to throw fire
balls at the good wizard. Really I know the evil wizards are doomed.
I'm no miracle worker. As usual my magic is stopped, I try a few more
of my spells, the best curses in my arsenal, but really the good guy
is way too strong. I'm not all that powerful of a demon. If the evil
wizard had the strength to summon a powerful enough demon to fight
the good wizard he wouldn't need me in the first place.
Then bam! The
heroic wizard shoots a lighting bolt to hit my summoner, knocking his
wand out of his hand. A second lighting bolt knocks him out. I am
soon banished back to my home in the netherworld by another spell.
Least I'm not
penalized when my summoner calls me for an impossible task. I go back
to watching television, hoping I don't get summoned during an
important part of the show. I hope the next time I get called I can
actually get something accomplished, last time something got done was
when a wizard summoned me to get yard work done.
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