The cold God

Time for bed

After fighting the killer tendrils of noodles and fighting orange juice that threatened to solidify in my stomach, it was finally time for bed. I started with a rather deranged piece of tooth paste that seemed to want to clean my teeth a little too much after which I rinsed my mouth with water from the tap that seemed to have a rather annoying tone to it. As if it didn't want to rinse my mouth at all. Some would call these little devils water nymphs. I called them a waste of time as they lectured you about hygiene and staying clean.

Once I had used the water Nymph to rinse my mouth I took a number of different pills and found solace that would soon be ruined as soon as I walked through the door of my ensuite and into my room. A range of gods stood before me with their arms crossed and their faces red with anger.

"What have I done now?" I asked in a rather annoyed tone.

"You blatantly used your godly powers to suit your needs!" Said Zeus in the front.

"Not only that, but you failed to produce a human sacrifice," said an ancient Aztec deity I really didn't care about.

I think his name was Huitzilopochtli or something like that? Aztec gods and their cryptic uneasiness to pronounce names. I was simply Pouique. God of cold, death and extreme feelings and I would use my powers just like any other god.

"Well Zeus, I thought I heard some thunder going off around the world somewhere!" I said sarcastically.

"And as for you... I can't even pronounce your name, much less remember it!" I said annoyed at the gods.

"I will use my powers as and when I see fit!" I said to them, my temper rising.

"Know if you don't mind, I am going to sleep so I can show you all what a real deity does when he's actually working. Oh wait sorry, none of you have ever worked at your job ever. You leave it to us demon gods and whenever we use our powers, you come down on us and destroy our self confidence. So no, I do not care what you have to say, you lazy pieces of work. Now go, leave me to do a real god's job." I huffed as all the gods present looked at me distastefully. But they didn't argue, they knew it was all true. They just didn't want to admit it to a demon Lord. 

As they vacated the room. I closed my eyes, trying to block out those damned gods. The only ones that truly appreciated my kind were the Aesir and the Vanir. Norse gods of the viking age before the vikings became spineless and turned to a... well let's not get too feisty ay?

I tried with everything I had to get to sleep, but the harder I tried the more awake I felt. I concentrated on my breath. Breathing in for five seconds, holding for three seconds and exhaling for 5 seconds. As my heart rate dropped I found my body becoming sluggish and my eyelids heavy as I soon fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke and was immediately in the thick of an argument between two demonic creatures. One was a horse with a body of a human and purple skin whilst the other was a dark cloud of smoke that never seemed to stay still or consist of any flesh at all. I realised that I must have fallen asleep whilst the argument was happening and my brief time with humanity was nothing but a second in the other world. 

I listened to the arguments intently, seeing which I believed.

"You killed my son." Neighed the horse.

"He threatened my life." Said the ghostly demon with a whisper.

Well it seemed to me that the attack was provoked and that the horse man's son's death was the son's fault and nothing else. I probed the mind of the dark cloud and felt no evil intent, no danger and no wish for further violence.

However, when I looked into the horse man, I saw nothing but anger and hatred. I knew then who was right. I placed my hand on the horse man's shoulder and suddenly he turned to pure ice. A guard walked in on the queue.

"Take this demon, and put him with my other decorations." I told the guard. He bowed and grabbed the ice with great meaty hands hauling it over his green shoulder. He stumbled out of the room and shut the door behind him.

"Thank you, my lord." Whispered the ghostly demon.

"You conveyed no sign of malicious intent and you held yourself with the utmost truth of the situation. Your friend over there wanted to kill you. Before I let a good natured soul such as yours die I took the matter into my own hands. Also I wouldn't want your blood on my floor."

"That is true. However I would still like a punishment for the death of the boy." He said again in a whisper.

"Oh? Then you will be my new recruit in my war party." I said with confidence. I had seen this type of demon fight before. They were deadly and powerful and needed very little training due to the fact that they couldn't feel pain. The ghostly figure simply lowered its body as if bowing, which for his race was impossible as they had no joints or bones.

"The quests we will go on together will be dangerous and filled with peril." I said.

"My lord has spoken, with no regrets I accept." whispered the ghostly figure.

"You may leave now. Go home to your family." I said with affection, or at least I hope it was affectionate. The ghost glided across the room and left. 

I looked at my arm, I was finally my demon form again. My arms bulged with muscle (As did the rest of my body.) My thoughts were more clear and my powers were stronger than ever. In my human form I could barely push a body away but know, know I could freeze people in an instant. I stood and was over seven feet tall. I grabbed my sword. It was time to kill the traitors.

When it was time to kill traitors it was to set an example. This is what happens when you cross me. Thousands of demons lined up together in a column that stretched as far as the eye can see. Beneath them was a massive pit, big enough to hold even the largest of demons. One by one each traitor was thrown in the pit. They fell screaming knowing what would come next. As they fell on top of each other, one by one the guard from before twisted a lever. It was connected to a rather large spiked ball and stood about a mile away from where they stood. 

The pit filled higher and higher, demon after demon, criminal after criminal, traitor after traitor. Until the entire "Meat grinder" was full.

"Begin!" I shouted as the guard let go of the handle and the giant spiked ball started to slide, skewering the demons underfoot. It took a year in demon time for it to fully finish. My demon side of me rejoiced at the death, but the human side was repulsed. The screams of the men women and children beneath me shook the land as the spiked ball cut off their brief lives. 

Later... I awoke. I lay on my bed covered in sweat and vomit as I look around my room and see the dead bodies that haunted me every morning.

"Here we go again." I thought as I lost control of my breath and breathing as a slither of blood touched my face. Once again, I was human.