A table was turned over spilling a reddish liquid from a cup which clatters were accompanied by the other objects that were on it. Crystal compartments whose content one could not come to a conclusion to what they then were, broke into million of pieces, releasing an acrid, sour and irritating smell, that didn't even affect the one who caused such disaster in the dim room.
The room was not small, but not large either. It was the size of two bedrooms put together; a room for servants; a room for one person, and with a space perfect for isolating one's self from the immensity and distractions of the World and chaos taking place outside it.
Red eyes glistened with fiery anger, as they shifted along the words written in a book whose present master couldn't still decipher in its entirety. He clicked his tongue and with a hard thud, sat in a cushioned, golden lined, chair.
"Curse this dammed book!"
The "Bad" Solomon ran his fingers along his hair as he tried to breath out his tension and exasperation.
With his other free hand, he caressed the glowing and flickering gem that hanged from his neck and rested on top of his chest. He hanged his head back and sighed. Looking up at the sealing he said,
"How can it be so difficult to decipher these inscriptions?!"
He straightened himself and taking the bottle of wine, gulped down the last of its content, before tossing it aside and concentrated back to his task.
He passed the pages and read again the chant that much hard work had given him.
"Time and space be thin,
Bend into my calling.
My commands are infinite,
Just like the power you
Shall bestow upon me..."
He repeated the last verse until a growl from outside and scratches on the wooden door to his room invaded the space.
He waited for it to dissipate but it continued, nevertheless.
"What is it with you all?! Can't you see I'm... Oh..."
As he opened the door, outside there were four grotesque creatures. They were human like, but had sharp teeth and long, reddish, claws; sharp enough to be used as weapons and cut one in half. From their mouths, saliva dripped and splattered unto the bricked floor, the stench of fresh blood came with the snarl's breath.
YOU ARE READING
THE SHADOW BOOK OF DEMONS: NEAR THE END OF DAYS
FantasíaTwo years ago, I waved goodbye to the Devildom. Days passed, and I've dedicated myself to studyng at the university as your average human student, surounded by average humans; no magic spells clases, no hell creature anatomy and no finding myelf try...
