Chapter 1
Once again, I am filled with lust and gluttony for bloodshed, for the pure destruction that only magic can create! I could burn this building to the ground and I could destroy all of these pesky monsters! Heh, but at what cost? That’s the question, right?
I’m watching two dozen or so creatures, little monsters that bring suffering to many people, creatures with no remorse that are circling me as I chant. Little green goblin like abominations with stretched out murky green skin, yellow sharp teeth and dark empty eyes screeching and shouting like they are going to die and they’re not wrong.
I chant faster, stronger until it no longer sounds like I’m chanting it sounds like I’m screaming to the gods and in a way I do. In my mind only one word is repeated again and again ,,fear’’. Fear of the unknown, fear of the darkness, fear of death or even fear of your favorite TV series ending. I’m conjuring it into my pipe and the smoked becomes a dark purple instead of the usual light gray.
Those pesky dusklings are more and more angry, that’s not good. I take my pipe and start to breath in the smoke but the monsters charge as well. If I stay still they will catch me and I will be torn apart by their stupid teeth, or at least that’s what would normally happen but magic gives you a little advantage.
I blow the pipe and the thick dark purple smoke pours all over the dusklings. They start screaming and running all over the small apartment we’re in. Some of them are starting to tear each other apart, probably seeing each other as horrible abominations, how peculiar. Other are crying in agony, pulling out their own eyes or cutting their throuts.
“What a pain in the ass!” my hands are still shaking from the release of magic.
I go downstairs and Mr. Lighten sits on the same chair he set when I entered the building
“I’m happy to tell you sir that the job is done!” I said while taking my hat and my jacket.
“Hmph?” he said while looking with his dead eyes in which you could see perfectly every little vein in them.
“I’ve got rid of those dusklings sir! You can sleep n...” as I was finishing my sentence Mr. Lighten fell asleep already with tears in his eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll get going then! Good night Mr. Lighten.”
I opened the door to the street and the wave of cold air hit me right in the face. I felt peace as I walked away from the old motel in which I took care of those creatures. It truly was a pitiful place but maybe now it’s going to get better.
God! Why is it so cold? It’s only November! I need to hurry somewhere to get warmer. I start walking faster in search of a restaurant or bar open at this time of the night. Maybe I should’ve came faster to solve the problems at the motel...
I walk near a group of teenagers standing under a street lamp, they were maybe seventeen years old and they were drunk as hell. One of them looks at me intensively and starts shouting
“Hehehe! Goat guy! Goat guy!” he shouts while pointing at my face.
Hells all mighty! My horns are still showing! I shout only one word ,,scintillam” and the street lamp sparks and explodes putting all of us in the darkness of the night and I start walking away in the confusion.
At least I know that there are some bars still open if those guys were all drunk.
I walk another ten minutes and I hide my horns using some illusion magic. My fingers were cold, my feet were cold, my face was, well, cold. I’m feeling like killing for a hot coffee or even hot water to get warm.
I walk not even ten more meters and I see it, a nice old road house that was still open so I enter as fast as I could.
Sweet warmth here I am. I walk to a table and I look through the menu for a hot drink but as I was looking a waitress comes to me, a young lady, maybe twenty years old with a blond hair and a big notebook in her hands.
“Hello, what can I give you sir?” said to me clearly tired.
“Well, I think I’ll have a hot coffee.” I said a little hesitant because of time.
“Coming right up!” she said while quickly going and coming from the desk with a big mug of coffee.
I’m staying at the table and I’m listening, listening to other people speaking, listening to the streets outside and thinking how to get home. I’m looking out the window and I can see that it starts to snow. Great! Now I really need to get something fast.
I look around for somebody that could drive me there and while looking I can see something else or rather I can sense something else and that would be rotten meat. The smell engulfs my senses and I want to puke, where is it coming from? I look under the table, under thechair but I can’t find it.
I whisper in my beard “visus” and a little light appears in my eyes and I can see little threads in the air, threads of vile colors indicating the smell coming from the roof.
