Alrighty then, more demons it is
Strawberry #15. Key with Hot Fudge and Whipped Cream
Rating : PG-ish
Timeframe : 1245
Word Count : 348
Kairn paced the narrow hall as Sethan jabbed the key into the lock. “You’re sure,” he said, wringing his hands as the grinding of metal on metal filled the stale air, “that he won’t know?”
Sethan raised one dark brow, yet said nothing as he continued to jiggle the brass.
Kairn sighed and slumped against a wall and then quickly righted himself for fear that he might disturb the dust in some noticeable way. The lock gave a loud click and Sethan pushed open the door.
Both boys poked their heads into the room, Kairn holding his breath. Sigils etched from floor to ceiling, the familiar forms from his studies mixed with those he’d never seen before, cast an eerie glow about the chamber. Sethan’s breath hitched and Kairn followed his gaze to one of the more unusual marks.
“How does he keep them lit?” he whispered.
“Shh!” Sethan’s eyes darted to the deep shadows of the far corner, where their presence was received with a soft rustling and a low hiss that set every hair on Kairn’s body on end.
The darkness moved. A grin settled on his friend’s face, his sharp features a sickly green in the magical light. Black shapes turned and twisted, until bones became discernable in their midst. Kairn caught the outline of a human skull rising from their depths, trailing wisps of brittle hair in its wake. The creature crept into the light, the exposed bones of its limbs scraping loudly against the floorboards. Empty eye sockets locked on the boys and a toothless jaw opened wide. It spoke no words, at least none that Kairn could comprehend, but the voice with which the demon wailed was clearly that of a human woman.
Kairn bit back a cry of his own as he spun on the spot and fled the room. He raced down the stairs, his feet landing on only half of the steps. It was only when he had reached the bottom, rounded the corner, and settled against a wall to catch his breath, that he realized Sethan hadn’t followed.
Rating : PG-ish
Timeframe : 1245
Word Count : 348
Kairn paced the narrow hall as Sethan jabbed the key into the lock. “You’re sure,” he said, wringing his hands as the grinding of metal on metal filled the stale air, “that he won’t know?”
Sethan raised one dark brow, yet said nothing as he continued to jiggle the brass.
Kairn sighed and slumped against a wall and then quickly righted himself for fear that he might disturb the dust in some noticeable way. The lock gave a loud click and Sethan pushed open the door.
Both boys poked their heads into the room, Kairn holding his breath. Sigils etched from floor to ceiling, the familiar forms from his studies mixed with those he’d never seen before, cast an eerie glow about the chamber. Sethan’s breath hitched and Kairn followed his gaze to one of the more unusual marks.
“How does he keep them lit?” he whispered.
“Shh!” Sethan’s eyes darted to the deep shadows of the far corner, where their presence was received with a soft rustling and a low hiss that set every hair on Kairn’s body on end.
The darkness moved. A grin settled on his friend’s face, his sharp features a sickly green in the magical light. Black shapes turned and twisted, until bones became discernable in their midst. Kairn caught the outline of a human skull rising from their depths, trailing wisps of brittle hair in its wake. The creature crept into the light, the exposed bones of its limbs scraping loudly against the floorboards. Empty eye sockets locked on the boys and a toothless jaw opened wide. It spoke no words, at least none that Kairn could comprehend, but the voice with which the demon wailed was clearly that of a human woman.
Kairn bit back a cry of his own as he spun on the spot and fled the room. He raced down the stairs, his feet landing on only half of the steps. It was only when he had reached the bottom, rounded the corner, and settled against a wall to catch his breath, that he realized Sethan hadn’t followed.