“He's like a bull in a china shop.”
King Minos* #quote
Hanging with CJ was fun. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Daniel's Gamble
Old man, card counter, and gambler extraordinaire Daniel Hillberry
wore ugly clothes, old ragged jeans and an unwashed shirt. He was a
very rich man but giving off the impression of someone in deep debt
with bad gambling habits made sure that nobody figured out he
cheated. And in an alleyway that contained one of the many
underground gambling rings he visited a demon found him. This demon
preyed on gamblers it found around these establishments and took one
look at how Daniel was dressed and figured that he was easy meat.
“I can tell you're a gambling man, and sure you're luck might have
been down recently. But if you take my bet you'll be happy. You roll
a die. If you hit a six, you get immorality. If you get one through
five I get five years off your life. Come on, the risk is definitely
worth the reward. And luck always turns around.” The demon, despite
being red with the typical horns, dressed like one of the staff that
ran the tables.
Daniel, thought for a second, then said, “On one condition. You do
absolutely nothing to influence the roll of the die, either directly
or indirectly through some sort of other person or force like magic
or a device.”
“Agreed.” The demon was planning on using magic to influence the
roll, but now he just had a chance of an immortal human running
around he'd have to manage. Not the worst thing to take care of. The
demon then pulled out a die. Daniel then smiled a demonic smile.
“I never agreed to rolling a die that you own. I'm going to
a roll a die of my choosing. I need to make a quick trip to a
magic store and get a rigged die.”
From then on the demon learned his lesson. Never judge a person by
how they look. Just because they dress like a hopeless, foolish broke
gambler doesn't mean they are. The demon was mocked by his peers for
the next five hundred years for his blunder.
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