"A third part of a hundred, no more." The witch glared over her shoulder at the shadow in the corner. "I had been promised a thousand."
The thing in the corner rustled leathery wings. "You have not fulfilled all that was asked of you," it said, in a voice like the winter wind. "You will be rewarded appropriately when the task is done."
The witch was still young and not uncomely. She dared not look too closely at the demon in the corner. What she'd seen of it was frightening enough, with its stick-thin limbs, leathery bat-like wings, and the glowing yellow eyes in its beaked, bony face. "I have done what I could," she protested.
"That may not be good enough," the black demon said, rustling. "The charge was laid upon you. See that you fulfil it, or next time I may not be so forgiving."
"I shall not fail," the witch said.
"If you do," said the demon, in its voice like the winter wind, "you should see what awaits you."
An instant later the witch found herself high above a city of nightmares. The grey, windowless buildings almost touched the sky, the streets between them alive with mindless, unceasing movement. And all over it lay a deathly cold, as at the end of the world.
"This is what Man has wrought," the demon whispered in her ear. "The bricks of this city are made of terror, the streets are paved with screams. Blood flows in the taps like water. This is what awaits. Only you can stop it. Only you."
The witch shivered involuntarily, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, she was hn her home, and the demon was gone. Only the cold lay in the air, ice still frosting on the panes though outside a summer moon painted the village roofs.
"I will do it," the witch whispered. "You leave me no choice."
Slowly, moving like an old, old woman, she gathered the things she needed, set her fire and cast her spells. As the fire blazed higher, she stripped off her clothes, applied the unguents to her vagina, and let the chemicals flood through her body.
Enunciating as clearly as she could, she began reciting the incantations she knew would open the portal and let the hordes of hell through into the world.
The thing in the corner rustled leathery wings. "You have not fulfilled all that was asked of you," it said, in a voice like the winter wind. "You will be rewarded appropriately when the task is done."
The witch was still young and not uncomely. She dared not look too closely at the demon in the corner. What she'd seen of it was frightening enough, with its stick-thin limbs, leathery bat-like wings, and the glowing yellow eyes in its beaked, bony face. "I have done what I could," she protested.
"That may not be good enough," the black demon said, rustling. "The charge was laid upon you. See that you fulfil it, or next time I may not be so forgiving."
"I shall not fail," the witch said.
"If you do," said the demon, in its voice like the winter wind, "you should see what awaits you."
An instant later the witch found herself high above a city of nightmares. The grey, windowless buildings almost touched the sky, the streets between them alive with mindless, unceasing movement. And all over it lay a deathly cold, as at the end of the world.
"This is what Man has wrought," the demon whispered in her ear. "The bricks of this city are made of terror, the streets are paved with screams. Blood flows in the taps like water. This is what awaits. Only you can stop it. Only you."
The witch shivered involuntarily, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, she was hn her home, and the demon was gone. Only the cold lay in the air, ice still frosting on the panes though outside a summer moon painted the village roofs.
"I will do it," the witch whispered. "You leave me no choice."
Slowly, moving like an old, old woman, she gathered the things she needed, set her fire and cast her spells. As the fire blazed higher, she stripped off her clothes, applied the unguents to her vagina, and let the chemicals flood through her body.
Enunciating as clearly as she could, she began reciting the incantations she knew would open the portal and let the hordes of hell through into the world.
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ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your story..
I have bloglines and keep all the blogs I follow there.Blogger won't let me sign in as me(yellowdoggrannie) so I'm having to comment as anonymous..
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ReplyDeleteFor what it's worth, I enjoy your writing.
The only thing that pulled me out of this was saying the witch applied unguents to "her genitals." While I know all humans have genitalia, too often the word is only used in reference to males. :)
ReplyDeleteUh, OK, Alleged. "Her vagina" suit you? Changed it!
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