Making A Monster

Prologue 1

With the last stroke of chalk against the cold stone he was done... marveling at the intricate design he loosed a sigh as he checked the musty book for the fourth time to make sure it was the right pentagram. After almost an hour of making sure, he was convinced it was correct. One could not be too careful when dealing with demons. he drew a dagger from his belt which barely held in his pudgy stomach and with a nervous exhale he made a shallow cut on his finger allowing a few drops of blood to fall to the middle of the sigil. Hissing from the pain he sucked his finger. He waited a few seconds. Nothing...

Clutching the dagger tightly from anger. He swore under his breath. That low life scum had sold him a fake book. He threw the book across the room. He was going to find that beggar and make him pay he thought as he realized he had broken an expensive vase. Suddenly red flame engulfed the chalk. The man jumped with fear as a figure materialized out of the fire. It was more than twice the size of the man, Its flaming horns almost touching the ceiling. The greedy man dropped the dagger and forgot about the pain in his finger. Walking toward the fire his eyes were fixed on the figure. he snapped out of his trance he remembering that this was a demon and stopped before crossing the outer line. "I am Morath the demon king of the burning planes. Why have you called me, mortal?" Said the figure with a thick demonic accent. The demon king? He had hoped for a general but the demon king?!?!

"U-um" he stammered. "I wish for riches, riches like that of kings". He said fear present in his voice. "And what have you to offer in return for this?" Oh no... he hadn't thought this far ahead. "Did you seriously think I would just give you gold?" After a few seconds of thought he came to a decision. "In exchange for your soul I will grant you gold beyond your wildest dreams". His soul? He wasn't falling for that trap. Without a soul he wouldn't be able to live, let alone be able to enjoy being rich. "No, not for my soul" he said with a strength that quickly faded to weakness "I'll give you my.... farm and all my slaves?'' He couldn't think of any reason why the demon would want either of these but it seemed to have perked the demons interest. "Are any of your slaves children?"

"Ah... yes why?" He said confused. The room seemed to drop a few degrees despite the fire. "Listen mortal and listen well, I can give you everything you have ever wanted" he said with an apparition of fire that showed him on a throne covered in gold. He greedily reached towards it before Morath swiped it away. "But" he said leaning forward teeth bared. "You must allow us to possess a child". He was now only inches away from the greedy man who was getting sweaty from the heat. Nodding furiously he stepped back. "Give me that book" he said pointing his flaming finger in the direction of the tome which was open on the floor beside a broken vase. After dusting off the spine he handed it to the demon careful not to cross the line. The tome floated toward Morath opening to a blank page. The page burst into flames for a while but slowly evaporated revealing an even more complex and large Sigil.

"Draw this when the moon is full and a child ready for possession. If you complete this task I will reward you personally" he said with his hand out waiting to shake. The man sceptically looked at the hand offered to him. "Do you not want your reward mortal?" Said Morath retracting his offer. "No-no no". The greedy man jumped forward accepting his deal. Morath smiled as fire burned a symbol on the greedy man's hand causing him to scream. "We have made a deal and are bound by it, if either party does not honor the deal their soul will become property of the opposing party". And with that Morath disappeared leaving only white chalk. The greedy man skulked away muttering to himself about stupid demons and the throbbing pain in his hand. Wrapping his hand in linen he retired to his quarters for the night, a check list of the preparations to be made filed themselves in his mind. Tomorrow would be a long day he thought as sleep claimed his mind.

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A/N - good morning/afternoon my friend, what did you think of my first prologue? I have never personally written a book before so I hope you like it. I would like to hear some feedback. If you have any suggestions please contact me. Thanks for reading this far, it means a lot to me.

- Blood_And_Bone