Demon in a Closet
Linda was exploring the ancient
temple's basement. It was considered unsafe but she didn't mind
violating a few rules to get a look around. The place was a dream for
history buffs, archaeologists and the like.
One wall of the cave-like tunnel she
was in seemed a bit too flat. She scraped off some of the surface
dirt and found it was actually a door. A very old wooden door that
had become so encrusted with dust that it resembled the rest of the
walls.
No one had opened that door in
centuries! This was the kind of moment Linda had dreamed of, to
discover something that nobody else had seen before. Her heart was
pounding in her chest from the excitement of discovery as she pulled
the rope connected to the door.
The rope broke and disintegrated into
powder. She should have expected that.
She pulled and pushed for several
minutes before some hard-as-brick dirt around the edge broke off and
it finally opened. Linda aimed her flashlight inside the small, dark
chamber. It was about the size of a smallish walk-in closet.
Linda was stunned to see a clean and
shiny gold or copper-like cauldron sitting in the middle of it.
Before she could think to examine it, flames arose in the cauldron
and the face of a demon was poking out of the flames.
“I am the Eternal One, I am the
Master of All That I Survey. Bow down to me, pathetic human!” It
said in a loud and booming voice.
Linda had almost fallen over from
shock, but a hand on the “door-frame” kept her from falling down,
but she soon collected herself.
“How long have you been trapped in
there?”
Linda asked.
“It
has been five hundred years since I have seen a human face.” It
boomed with authority, “It is time for me to take my rightful
place, to be worshiped by lowly humans.”
“I
see.” Linda said. “So the old Order, they locked you in the
basement to keep you from causing trouble I guess.”
The flames grew bigger and brighter.
“Those ungrateful peasants. They are like maggots to a sea monster,
not worth the notice of a great immortal like myself.”
“You keep calling yourself this and
that, do you have a name?” She
asked.
The
face in the flame seemed miffed. “Why do you not marvel? Why do you
not drop to your knees and ask for my benevolence?”
“I
don't do that kind of thing. Anyway, we've only just met.” She told
the creature, “I could just leave and lock the door. Would you like
to wait another five centuries?”
“Please,
please don't do that.” It pleaded in a high squeaky voice. “I've
been so lonely!”
Linda
grinned. “What happened to the big, powerful.. whatever your name
is?”
The
flames died down, it wasn't very bright at all. “Please don't lock
me away, again.”
“I'll
make a deal with you. I'm a historian, you were around five hundred
years ago and I want you to tell me all about that time.” Linda
told him, “I'll record it, so I can write it up. In exchange, I'll
stick around a while.”
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