Friday, February 17, 2017

Knocking on Satan’s Door excerpt 2

Knocking on Satan’s Door excerpt 2
Wicked Witches, Devils & Dragons
© Paul DeThroe 2016


When his mom left for work, Preston decided it was safe to perform a spell using his new stolen skull as a magical tool. But first he did an internet search on the name Agramon, and discovered it was the ancient name of the demon of fear. Freaked out, he reached for the backpack and slowly removed the skull. What he saw next blew him away.

The light of day brought out details in the skull that Preston had overlooked the previous night, despite the fact that he’d used a flashlight. The skull had two small, protruding horns and vampire-like fangs, giving it the appearance of something that’d came straight from Hell. He was absolutely sure this skull would be his unholy grail. He’d use it, and the strange supernatural powers it surely possessed to make all his evil desires come to pass.

Thrilled with his discovery, Preston looked in his candle box and found one last black candle. He lit the wick and held it over the demon skull as the melted wax dripped. Electrified by the occult imagery dancing around in his head, he placed the candle firmly into the melted wax and held it there until it was secure.

Unlike any of his other rituals, this one gave him a false sense of entitlement, like he could rule the world if he wanted to. As the power in him began to rise, so too did the temperature of the room. He opened his eyes, and to his amazement the skull was gone, replaced by a real life fiery devil. Preston became filled with fear, cowering down in front of the demon, as if that would somehow protect him.

“Why have you interrupted my eternal rest, boy?” Agramon bellowed.

Remembering from his studies that humans have power over demons, and not the other way around, his fear subsided and Preston began to feel vital confidence start to build again. Ultimate magical power lay within his grasp, if he could figure out how to use it to his advantage.

“I want you to fulfill my every desire,” Preston whispered fearfully. “Make me the greatest black wizard in the world.”

“He shall, if you’re willing to make a small bargain with me,” crackled another flaming monster that appeared from out of nowhere.

“Who are you, demon?” Preston asked, again frozen in fear.

“My name is Lucifer,” growled the demon. “I am Agramon’s master. I’ll lend his services to you for a certain amount of time, for a small price, of course.”

“Name your price,” Preston replied.

“Your eternal soul,” Lucifer pointed a long, crooked finger right at Preston.

“What good is my soul?” Preston laughed. “You have yourself a deal!”

“Show me your hand,” demanded the devil. When Preston did so, Lucifer grabbed his index finger, sliced it with a razor sharp claw and then produced a contract. Preston sealed the deal by signing the contract in his own blood.

Both Lucifer and Agramon disappeared. Only the demon skull remained, a black candle still burning but with a strange, green glowing smoke billowing from its orifices. Evil laughter filled the room and then dissipated, as did the eerie smoke. “Your wishes are my command, Master Preston,” Agramon’s voice called from within the wizened skull.


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