It hung there, with three blades coming out of its body, devoid of any sign of movement. It watched over his as he laid on the bed in agony and exasperation, drenching in sweat and was thinking to himself:
"When will the electricity restore and this fan work again?"
Asmodeus needed some rest, as he was too exhausted. After a long hard work of cleaning the house and keeping his parent's body in the preservator he needed some relaxation. But this electricity problem was a hindrance to him. Hurriedly and efficiently he played with those red and yellow wires to bring life to the electrical appliances. Finally sitting under the fan plus in an air-conditioned room he called his master for the news. He broke the news in delightment to his master who greeted him and was satisfied from Asmodeus's devotion towards him. But the trail had just began, a series of crimes were waiting to be done by him.
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Short StoryLove is for everyone. In our life there are many people whom we love. And there are times when we have to choose one of them. At those times we feel isolated and want someone to help us.
