“I just felt a chill run down my spine.”
Al Gore* #quote
Well today I seemed to have finalized the arrangements for CJ to
come over this weekend. Hopefully everything rolls out as planned!
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
John's Pride
“Oops,” the teenage wizard muttered. Oops tended to be one of
the worst words to hear a wizard say, even beyond some of the most
terrifying spells, curses and enchantments. Because when a wizard
made a mistake who knew what would happen. “Uh, maybe I should call
someone.” He pulled his cellphone out from his jean pocket. The
deep red color matched the font of the text on his black t-shirt. His
shirt read “Master Caster”, a phrase catchy and cool in the
wizarding world, though in the non-magical world his shirt would
merit some stares.
The shirt didn't describe him accurately at all though. His hair and
eyes had been bleached white by a previous one, sharply contrasting
his night-black skin. When people asked “John, why's your hair
white?” He would pretend the entire thing was intentional. A
prideful young man he wore the shirt as if he had all that magical
talent and refused to see if he had other talents elsewhere. As he
held his cellphone John hesitated to call someone because he didn't
want to admit failure to someone.
The spell the teenage boy intended to cast was simple. Make a
sandwich. All the ingredients from the fridge and pantry would fly
out and form together to make his lunch. A basic set of levitation
spells. He didn't want to call for help because to wear a shirt
saying “Master Caster” and telling someone you messed up a
sandwich making spell just made you look ludicrous.
Though blood coming out of the floor did make him start to
reconsider saving his pride. Whatever he did seemed to have strange
side-effects. The blood from the floor started to emit blue fire that
didn't burn anything it touched or throw out smoke but still gave off
heat. John only guess this meant that the fire existed in a
non-physical plane and that he merely perceived heat.
When the blood from the floor pooled into a large mass about four
feet wide a demon emerged. Large with white and green alternating
scales covering its body. Many limbs and heads came out from all over
the beast and John had difficulty discerning what was an arm or a
leg. John's pride still kept him from calling someone.
“Mortal, you have summoned me.” The demon's voice fit no sex,
only having the feeling of pain and anger inside of it. “Now to
finish the contract of blood and darkness you must select the way
that your world shall be destroyed and the souls of everyone in it.”
At this point John called his parents.
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