Managed to write a bit more on my novel finally. Must've been too eager. I realized I accidentally skipped a scene.
thumb_up12thumb_downchat_bubble3

More from thelunaronin

The devil sucked on his cigar a few times. He looked thoughtful. “That wasn’t very smart, Todd.” “Well maybe I’m not very smart, ever think of that?” “Insulting me to my face is incredibly unwise. Not to mention puerile.” “Well maybe I *am* incredibly...” Todd trailed off when he saw the cigar smoke falling from Satan’s mouth. *Wait a minute, smoke doesn’t fall.* His eyes followed the trail of smoke that ran down the devil’s suit, snaked across the polished wood of the desk in a blurry grey line, and drifted through a few of the holes in the mesh. It congealed around Todd’s feet and he scurried back with a yelp. It was still just smoke, no matter how strange it acted, so it didn’t grab at him or keep him from running. But it grew thicker and blacker, and began to swirl like a miniature hurricane. It didn’t float out through the cup, but kept spinning and growing until Todd couldn’t breathe and he was forced to climb up the side. “What’s happening?” he choked. “You don’t know?” Satan asked. He lit up his thumb. “Well, that’s normal. I wouldn’t expect someone who’s ‘so incredibly unwise’ to catch on so quickly.” He chuckled softly. “This is to get you to give up.” He lit the smoke like it was a fuse. Todd stared in horror as the flame raced along the smoke trail. He scrambled to get higher, which was a good idea. When the fire reached the cup all the smoke inside burst into hot red flame. It swirled like a vortex now, licking at Todd’s feet, hungry for flesh to burn. He sweated as he climbed higher to escape its reach. Satan looked delighted as he watched Todd struggle. The inspector noticed his thumb was still flickering. He saw why. Johnson was standing on the devil’s knuckle, heating the paperclip again. When the portion that was bent out was white hot, Johnson gave Todd a look and took off, glowing weapon in hand. “Either drive it straight through him or knock him off into the flames,” Satan said to his secretary. “Either way, he’ll be begging for us to take his soul if it would end his misery." Todd watched the demon fly toward him. He frantically climbed higher up the pen cup, but reached the bottom and was forced to stop. The fire was right at his heels. It had always been at his heels. Chasing him up. Cornering him. The mesh shook as Mr. Johnson landed in front of Todd. His eye was burning with a vehemence Todd had never seen before. From a demon or from anyone. He got the feeling that Johnson hated him. Loathed him enough to damn him to Hell, regardless of what he’d said previously about avoiding temptation. The inspector didn’t know what was wrong with his guide. He’d never been this angry. Todd looked at him, pleading. "Mr. Johnson, please, you can't do this. This is wrong!" Like being wrong would stop a demon from Hell. Johnson reached through the mesh and yanked Todd close to him by the arm, pressing the inspector's face against the wire. His breath came out in fierce growls. His eye was squeezed shut. When it opened it was normal for a second. Then the pupil shrunk and he looked murderous again. Was he...fighting it somehow? Todd waited for the paperclip to puncture him. He trembled with a dreadful anticipation. But Mr. Johnson didn't do it. He shut his eyes and bashed his own head against the mesh. Three, four, five times. “Ffffoolish fallen nature!” he hissed quietly, then snarled a sentence or two in hurried Latin. “I nearly lost my grip—“ “M-Mr. Johnson?” “Silence!” He hit his head again and shook it fiercely. When his eye blinked open he looked alright. The demon glanced skyward with a mumbled "where are they? Don’t they know we have you? Don’t they want you back?" then shook his head and leveled his stare at the inspector. "Don't fall. *Don’t* sin. You're doing well." "Whose side are you *on*, Johnson? Don't you *want* me to fall?" The demon seemed not to hear him. "Remember you cannot die here. Bear these sufferings patiently and things will bode well for you." Todd wasn't having it. He grabbed a handful of demon fur. "Are you trying to help me or not? Why do you keep telling me to resist temptation, to resist sin, then helping your boss try and make me sin right after?" Johnson growled at him and promptly jabbed the paperclip through a hole. Todd yelled and tried to grab it as fiery pain bloomed out from his chest, then realized too late that his hands were the only thing keeping him on the cup and out of the fire. Johnson watched, expressionless, as Todd fell back and was enveloped by the flames.
56 views · Feb 20th

More from thelunaronin

The devil sucked on his cigar a few times. He looked thoughtful. “That wasn’t very smart, Todd.” “Well maybe I’m not very smart, ever think of that?” “Insulting me to my face is incredibly unwise. Not to mention puerile.” “Well maybe I *am* incredibly...” Todd trailed off when he saw the cigar smoke falling from Satan’s mouth. *Wait a minute, smoke doesn’t fall.* His eyes followed the trail of smoke that ran down the devil’s suit, snaked across the polished wood of the desk in a blurry grey line, and drifted through a few of the holes in the mesh. It congealed around Todd’s feet and he scurried back with a yelp. It was still just smoke, no matter how strange it acted, so it didn’t grab at him or keep him from running. But it grew thicker and blacker, and began to swirl like a miniature hurricane. It didn’t float out through the cup, but kept spinning and growing until Todd couldn’t breathe and he was forced to climb up the side. “What’s happening?” he choked. “You don’t know?” Satan asked. He lit up his thumb. “Well, that’s normal. I wouldn’t expect someone who’s ‘so incredibly unwise’ to catch on so quickly.” He chuckled softly. “This is to get you to give up.” He lit the smoke like it was a fuse. Todd stared in horror as the flame raced along the smoke trail. He scrambled to get higher, which was a good idea. When the fire reached the cup all the smoke inside burst into hot red flame. It swirled like a vortex now, licking at Todd’s feet, hungry for flesh to burn. He sweated as he climbed higher to escape its reach. Satan looked delighted as he watched Todd struggle. The inspector noticed his thumb was still flickering. He saw why. Johnson was standing on the devil’s knuckle, heating the paperclip again. When the portion that was bent out was white hot, Johnson gave Todd a look and took off, glowing weapon in hand. “Either drive it straight through him or knock him off into the flames,” Satan said to his secretary. “Either way, he’ll be begging for us to take his soul if it would end his misery." Todd watched the demon fly toward him. He frantically climbed higher up the pen cup, but reached the bottom and was forced to stop. The fire was right at his heels. It had always been at his heels. Chasing him up. Cornering him. The mesh shook as Mr. Johnson landed in front of Todd. His eye was burning with a vehemence Todd had never seen before. From a demon or from anyone. He got the feeling that Johnson hated him. Loathed him enough to damn him to Hell, regardless of what he’d said previously about avoiding temptation. The inspector didn’t know what was wrong with his guide. He’d never been this angry. Todd looked at him, pleading. "Mr. Johnson, please, you can't do this. This is wrong!" Like being wrong would stop a demon from Hell. Johnson reached through the mesh and yanked Todd close to him by the arm, pressing the inspector's face against the wire. His breath came out in fierce growls. His eye was squeezed shut. When it opened it was normal for a second. Then the pupil shrunk and he looked murderous again. Was he...fighting it somehow? Todd waited for the paperclip to puncture him. He trembled with a dreadful anticipation. But Mr. Johnson didn't do it. He shut his eyes and bashed his own head against the mesh. Three, four, five times. “Ffffoolish fallen nature!” he hissed quietly, then snarled a sentence or two in hurried Latin. “I nearly lost my grip—“ “M-Mr. Johnson?” “Silence!” He hit his head again and shook it fiercely. When his eye blinked open he looked alright. The demon glanced skyward with a mumbled "where are they? Don’t they know we have you? Don’t they want you back?" then shook his head and leveled his stare at the inspector. "Don't fall. *Don’t* sin. You're doing well." "Whose side are you *on*, Johnson? Don't you *want* me to fall?" The demon seemed not to hear him. "Remember you cannot die here. Bear these sufferings patiently and things will bode well for you." Todd wasn't having it. He grabbed a handful of demon fur. "Are you trying to help me or not? Why do you keep telling me to resist temptation, to resist sin, then helping your boss try and make me sin right after?" Johnson growled at him and promptly jabbed the paperclip through a hole. Todd yelled and tried to grab it as fiery pain bloomed out from his chest, then realized too late that his hands were the only thing keeping him on the cup and out of the fire. Johnson watched, expressionless, as Todd fell back and was enveloped by the flames.
56 views · Feb 20th