Life is not an easy matter... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.
Leon Trotsky
Hearrrrrgh!!!! Slash! Klang! Kling! Swoosh! Rippp...!
A slow stream of blackish red blood flowing from the Demon's chest down to the brown pavements of the Castle of Herbs - the place where the Jester served his wordly master. The Demon fell down on his knees. One hand tremblinly holding the Broken Sword of Destiny to brace himself from sprawling down. He can only look at the flowing blood.
"I can't let Jester sees my blood..." thought the the glorified child of agnus...
Twas the eigth dawn of the Day of Weakening.
The Demon went to pay homage to the Necromancer at the mouth of the Souther Path's route that day. There, the Necromancer conjured a curse - something that is both good but yet evil, on the glorified child of agnus using the mantra taken from the knowledge of Choosen Dark Sages. He managed to repelled the curse, but, it still managed to disoriented his mind and shook the brimstone wall of his black heart. The Necromancer's reasons for doing what he did is beyond the Demon apprehensions.
The Demon ran and he ran as fast as his weak legs allow him.
He went to the Foreign King Castle where the Jester served. Today is he will spar with the Jester. Sparring with Jester have always been enriching and healing for the Demon's chaotic mind. "Today I'll learn more" so thought the lonely lost soul of Hell's Hearth. He arrived at the tavern where he has always sits and be merry with the Jester. He proclaimed his arrival to Jester by whispering to the wind.
When the the enlightened sobrette came, he came with weapons yielded. He charges towards the glorified son of agnus with such passion, such fiery spirit that he has - like he always does whenevere they sparred. His mouth muttering the chants that he always chanted...
"I'll beat you again Jester! This is my craft and mastery...you know it! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" shout the agnus child cheerfull. Happy. Happy as he has always enjoyed the spar that the have together.
But today is the Day of Weakening.
When the Jester swung his Sword of Dark Enlightenment, while muttering the Chants of The Darker Path, the Demon felt a weakening and painfull sensation poking his brimestone heart. He feels debelitates and inanimate. What he has always managed to occlude can no longer occluded.
He felt pain in his chest.
He saw blood.
Jester's Sword of Dark Enlightenment and Chants of The Darker path, the Necromancer's curse have had a momentus effect on the glorified child of agnus. They could never have such an effect.
Never.
In his beatened kneeling pose. With a trembling hand gripping hard on the holder of his broken Sword of Broken Faith. With blood streaming slowly to his feet. He was once again humbled. The One True Master has once again taught him humility. The Demon's weak eyes stare thankfully at Jester's worried face. "Thank my friend..." his lips mutter gently to the confused Jester.
"Thank you my One True Master." His heart whispered to his Lord who resides in the Unseeb Tangent Kingdom. "To day, I truly bow to thee..."
Twas the Day of the Weakening.
Twas the tale of the Demon.
2 comments:
ERK. You're beginning to scare me.
I don't really get this story. But I like the way you represented the demon in losing against the jester because its like, no matter how good you are at something, there comes a time when you will fall. Great read.
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