Now, Randy and Vincient covered her. And went home.
The make-shift shack in the outskirts of the suburban seatown. The city's large and luxurious pubs and hotels. Neither could be called home, but you could clearly see where one would prefer to be. Vincient still had the old book, and reread the table of contents until his head spun. Then he read all the stories Ms. Warren refused to. Over and over again.
“Aren’t you tired of it?”
Randy asked as they sat for hours, waiting on the rusty blue bus that would take them home.I’m bored, and I found this book to be… funny?”
He asked himself as he replied to her.“Why do you say that?”
She offered Vincient a fruit, but waved it away and continued speaking.“Look here, it’s talking about summoning a mythical creature by gouging out your eyes and then eating them! Whoever wrote this was insane”
Randy took a bite of an apple, amused by Vincient’s excitement.
“Yes, Vinny, hilarious indeed.” She teased him. "What creature would you summon if you did that?”
She asked.“And I quote, ‘a talking dragon, that gives you life's treasures…’”
Hm. She thought.
“I want to try one of these”
Vincient said, half-jokingly.“Well, if you're going to pick one, pick one that won’t end your life. Or mine”
“Well what happened to you? Normally you would curse me?”
“Let’s say I just don’t believe in the supernatural, but don’t hurt yourself performing cult things”
She chuckled.“I’ll have a lot of explaining to do, cleaning up a white man’s blood”
Then the bus came.
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When they seated themselves in their home, Vincient didn’t even change out of his clothes before opening the book.
“Injkho. The mythical creature of crying. An intimidating beast that follows you around as a companion”
He said aloud as his finger dragged along the page underneath the words.“How sweet! A demon befriending you!”
She gritted at him.“I thought you didn’t believe in the supernatural?”
*Randy displays some revolt using the room’s surroundings*
“I am sure it's called a mythical creature of crying for a reason!”“Okay, I get it”
He replies blatantly.“You know it's fake, I know it's fake. Trying it out for fun couldn’t hurt me. It doesn’t say it's going to rip my face off, just be a friend. So, if, against all odds it actually happens to be summoned or real… I’ll be fine.”
He tried to reason with her, because he genuinely wants to see if it works.“You’re psycho… But, I'll take you as you are joking, seeing your face.” She squinted. “Good night”
“Good night”
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The second Randy closed her eyes for the night Vincient ran outside and sat within the forest trees.
So, he sat and thought sad thoughts to force a tear. But he avoided all the really bad ones.
Then he followed the rest of the rules and pricked his palm and pressed the bloodied palm against the soil. And asked Injkho to be his companion, until he dies.Then, immediately from the soil, two elliptical wings - for fast, strong starting flight, flapping for ordinary flight. Vincient studied this. It has one on his lower and the other on its upper back. Long slick black hair that rests on the back of his popliteal. The skin of it was alabaster-like and its irises the color of Rue plant. The creature has a human body, however it has no genitals. Though its resemblance of a human is so disturbing Vincient looks at his face only. The creature's body looks that of a human male but with horns of goats and with long, slightly curved at the tips, nails that are reddened at the end of its fingers. In its mouth, there is a long snake-like tongue that spills out of it. The entity also gives Vincient a crude grin, displaying its white sharp teeth like a canine's. A guessed height that is taller than 7 foot (above 200 cm). There it stood, Injkho had risen.
The creature then took its nail and pierced it directly through the already pricked hand, until its nail exited through his flesh through the back of it. And it left it there for a few seconds before removing it. Then it stood there, naked, staring at him intensely. Not intensely as in another motive, as in an attempt to strike fear.
So, after coming to his senses, Vincient immediately lowered his eyes completely to the ground.
“Could you cover yourself?” He asked, then he asked again louder assuming it didn’t hear him the first time.
“English?” It asked.
“Yes, I speak English, could you cover yourself now? I don’t think you noticed how.. Naked you are”
So, it entered the house despite Vincient’s silent pulling of the leg in refusal. And it pulled the sheet from Randy’s bed and wrapped it around its body, like an Ancient Greek a himation.
Then it walked back to kneel in front of Vincient, who was still in shock, laying on the ground.
“Ha…” He mumbled out of breath to him. In terror of his own stupidity. It was an innocent action right? He didn’t care anymore, so he stood up immediately.
He ran in the house and grabbed his pistol.
“THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME YOU F*CKING DEMON”
“A pistol will do nothing”
“F*CKING DIE”
“You can’t kill me”
And it stared at him, pitfully in the eyes with a still face.
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Godless
FantasyA fantasy 1950's storyline about a man and his demons. But what if he could summon one into his reality? Image used in creation of cover is not mine. Link to image: https://arthistoryproject.com/artists/gustave-dore/