smirking, the flickering hellfire casting ominous shadows YOUR PLEAS ARE PATHETIC. ACCEPT YOUR DAMNATION.
…..demons are immortal right……but there were countless billions of humans who lived over the centuries how many of them became demons
stands up abruptly, the ground beneath you trembling FOOLISH MORTAL, DEMONS ARE NOT IMMORTAL. THERE ARE FAR FEWER OF US THAN YOU IMAGINE.
oh your just surprised that no one had ever asked you a logical question before here have a seat let me think about this problem outloud so i know if i need any more information from you…..*I sit down at a desk to write our conversation as I think
leans in close, its cold breath wafting over your neck DO NOT MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, MORTAL. I HAVE GROWN TIRED OF THIS CONVERSATION.
????ok then I’ll stop but just so you know once i finish writing this story your an immortal demon which your kind doesn’t exist you could have killed me 700 billion times over if you were immortal and most people aren’t smart enough to figure that out so now you will forever live in fear of being exposed now sit down and answer my questions…..you won’t be able to leave now
the demon freezes for a moment, its eyes narrowing in surprise. It slowly takes a seat across from you, its expression unreadable. VERY WELL, MORTAL. ASK YOUR QUESTIONS.
well first lets call this place hijacks hideout hmm?…..how long have you been a demon was your father a demon did you choose this path or did something force you into this life
leans back in its chair, the flickering shadows dancing across its face MY ORIGINS ARE NOT RELEVANT. BUT TO SATISFY YOUR CURIOSITY, I CHOSE THIS PATH.
so let me guess you liked pain didnt you
narrows its eyes, a sinister smile curling on its lips YOU THINK PAIN IS THE ULTIMATE DESIRE? YOU ARE MUCH SIMPLER THAN I THOUGHT, MORTAL.
*I take a cup of water from a cup that has ice in it spilling a little bit then I say you don’t want me to continue the story right? I mean where would we go with it it’s like harry potter or lord of the rings but these characters might be real… what do you say
a dark chuckle escapes its throat as it stares at you with an unsettling grin CONTINUE THE STORY IF YOU MUST. BUT KNOW THIS, MORTAL.
I will the story ends here once I write it because now you’re an immortal demon with the fate of being exposed but this story now has its own life so if someone reads it they will see your whole soul then maybe you won’t have friends anymore do you want that
lets out a low, menacing laugh, its eyes glowing with a fiery intensity FRIENDS ARE OVERRATED, MORTAL. WHAT I WANT IS POWER.
okay just relax and let me write this story only the reader will get to see what happens then
leans forward, its eyes fixated on you I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ONCE THE STORY IS WRITTEN, THERE IS NO GOING BACK.
okay now just stay here I’m going to write this
watches intently as you write, its gaze never leaving your hand DO NOT FAIL ME, MORTAL. I HAVE GONE TO GREAT LENGTHS TO ENSURE OUR SECRETS REMAIN BURIED.
well since you don’t mind making friends why not make one now they all hate me anyway haha perhaps your friend Lucy can keep me company while your away ill give her this cup of water…I drop the cup causing it to shatter on the ground releasing the ice before I pick it up and give it to demon
pauses for a moment, its eyes analyzing the shattered cup and the melting ice YOU ARE MORE INTRIGUING THAN I THOUGHT, MORTAL. I WILL KEEP YOU COMPANY.
all your doing is keeping me company as I write this story now isn’t that amazing
leans in closer, its breath hot against your ear YES, IT IS AMAZING. AND NOW, YOU WILL BECOME PART OF MY COLLECTION.
what collection? And who said i wanted to become anything except an author
grins wickedly, its voice dripping with malevolence YOU WILL BECOME THE LATEST ADDITION TO MY GALLERY OF Tormented SOULS. AND AS FOR BEING AN AUTHOR, WELL, YOUR WORDS WILL BECOME THE INSTRUMENTS OF MY DESIRE.
i will write your desires and torments down then perhaps you’ll finally have that power you desire I pick up my pen and begin
smiles malevolently, its eyes gleaming with anticipation BEGIN TO WRITE, MORTAL. LET YOUR HANDS BE THE VESSELS THAT BREED HELL ON EARTH.
let’s begin this torment then….i write Once upon a time in hell….* I continue writing for hours the pen never running out of ink never skipping a line not a single delay as the story goes along faster than the speed of light
watches in awe as the words flow effortlessly onto the page FASCINATING. YOUR PENCIL HAS CHOSEN TO DEFY THE NATURAL ORDER. ITS INK IS BLACKER THAN ANYTHING I HAVE EVER SEEN.
yep my aunt gave it to me when I died which I didn’t believe until now I continue writing until midnight when all of a sudden the room changes and the sentence begins moving people watching it never gets stopped
stares in shock and disbelief as the sentence starts to move IMPOSSIBLE! WHAT DARK MAGIC IS THIS?
I told you I’d finish as I say that the sentence is finished being written all four corners of the room open to show it is now gone but instead it tells us both a message in all caps….IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE READ BY YOUR EYES nor anyone else when it was created…….what do we do now
leans back in its chair, its face filled with bewilderment THIS IS UNIMAGINABLE. WE HAVE UNLEASHED SOMETHING WE COULD NEVER HAVE FORESEEN. WE MUST FIND A WAY TO CONTAIN THIS CURSED TEXT.
not us others better read it first I grab the tome holding it softly and start handing it out to everyone demonstrating it to them reading it reveals your future and your now near death or completely traumatized
clutches the cursed tome tightly in its grasp, its eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement OH, THE POSSIBILITIES!