Post by ganondorfchampin on Jul 20, 2011 16:20:38 GMT
Once upon a time, in a land where the feudal lords was still powerful and common people were starting to use guns, there was a teenage boy. He was just an ordinarily teenage boy, living in a barony ruled by Baron William, but he wanted more. He wanted power. So the boy started researching dark magic in an attempt to become a powerful sorcerer and overthrow the baron, declaring himself lord of the land. So he kept up in his studies until he became proficient in the dark arts, but it was still not enough. So he decided that he would summon a demon and force it to be his servant. He drew the summoning circle, placed incenses around the circle to imprison the demon in the circle after it was summoned, and then he read the incantation to summon a demon. On the otherside, a powerful demon named Mesoloth was felt the pull of the incantation. He could have easily have resisted it, but he sensed that the sorcerer trying to summon him was incompetent, and he knew that if he overpowered him he would have an entrance into the human world and he could easily enslave a large number of humans. So he let the sorcerer summon him. To the sorcerers astonishment a massive black demon with a full pair of wings, mature ram horns, a long goatee, and six arms stood before him. He was surprised by his luck. He was expecting just to summon a knee-high, red imp. He then proceeded to order the demon around.
"Demon, I am your master now. You will do as I say. The first thing I want you to do...."
Mesoloth cocked his head to the side, raised one hand to his chin, and stared down at the sorcerer. He promptly cut him off.
"My name is not 'Demon', it is Mesoloth, and you might as well use use it. Second, you are not my master, and if you try to treat me as such I will kill you in a second flat. Do you understand me?"
Mesoloth then procced to examine the circle placed around him. Mesoloth was surprised to find that the young sorcerer successfully arranged the incenses in order to bind him, but he could change that. The sorcerer was enraged that a demon dare talk back to him. He then cast a curse on Mesoloth that shocked him.
"DEMON, YOU WILL DO AS I TELL YOU OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!"
Mesoloth then snapped at the sorcerer.
"WATCH IT! Now excuse me, but I need a little bit of privacy right now."
He then proceeded to fill the circle up with smoke and obscured himself from the sorcerers vision.
"DEMON, REVEAL YOURSELF!"
The sorcerer then cast a spell which caused a gust wind to blow away the smoke. Mesoloth noticed that this changed the flow of the incense in the air, and it no longer bound him. He then reached out with one hand and grabbed the sorcerer around the throat.
"I warned you."
With that he snapped the sorcerer's next. He then walked out the summoning circle and headed off to the cemetery, where he would create himself an army.
***
In the village were the sorcerer lived there was a humble, god-fearing undertaker named Fredrick. Fred was not a handsome man, nor a particular strong man, just as strong as you would expect a man to be from digging graves all day, and he wasn't the most educated of men, knowing only of God and the art of undertaking, but he was a diligent man. Once he found a dead snake by the side of the road and he bothered to give a brief funeral and bury it. If there was anything Fred had it was a respect for the dead. He took in the body of a murder executed for treason that no other village would dare take in, and he gave it full funeral that only he, the criminal's brother and mom, and the local priest would dare attend. He then dug him a nice little grave at the edge of the cemetery and gave it a rock which he personally engraved the murder's name in for a headstone.
It was a average day, and Fred was digging the grave of a little girl who died from diphtheria. He paused to wipe sweat off of his brow and looked up, and he saw a tall, dark figure in the cemetery, too far away from him to make out the details, making some sounds. He thought it was just a mourner, but then he noticed the sounds did not sound like crying, but rather it sounded like chanting. He thought it was an occultist, so he grabbed his gun for protection then went over to chase the occultist away. He walked up behind the occultist, and noticed that it had wings on its back and ram horns on its head. He assumed they were just part of its costume for whatever bizarre ritual it was doing.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"
The moment the words came of his mouth he regretted it. The figure stop chanting, then turned around and Fred was horrified by what he saw. The figure wasn't wearing a black costume, its skin was just as black as pitch and the horns and wings were actually a part of its body. It had eyes the color of burning coals and far too many arms. The creature than spoke.
"Don't miss with me, old man, I'm busy. And don't try to do anything foolish. I smell the lead in your gun and I'm going to warn you that it can't hurt me."
Fred was too terrified to do anything but freeze up and silently watch the creature continue his ritual. He resumed chanting and soon raised up his arms. Fred gasped in horror as arms burst out the ground and rotting corpses hauled themselves out of the ground. Fred found it even more respectful when some of the corpses fell apart and the creature ordered the reanimated corpses to eat the "useless" corpses. As they ate pieces of their flesh started to regenerate and they began to take on blue hue. The creature then spoke again.
"I thank you old man, for the corpses. They will prove useful to me in the future. I may need some more later on, so be prepared."
Fred stood there in shock as the creature and his newly formed army slowly walked away.
***
Baron William was handsome and wealthy man who lived in a castle on a hill, with long brown hair, green eyes, a well built body, and a square jaw, but he could never be satisfied; he always wanted more. He was just baron, but he wanted to be something more. He wanted to be a duke, or at least a count for now. Everyday he looked out from one of his towers, looking over the lands that were his and the lands he lusted after.
On this day William noticed something unusual. He saw a small army heading straight towards his castle. He quickly realized that his soldiers would not enough to stop the invasion. If only he were a count, he would have barons pledging their loyalty to him, fighting for him as knights in battle, each bringing in their army to aid him, then he would be able to hold back this onslaught. As for now he realized he try to bar himself in the castle, but as the army drew closer he realized that this was no ordinary army and they could besiege him for longer than he could last. He couldn't quite tell what the army was, but the leader and some of the soldiers were far larger than any man. So he decided he would take himself, his daughter, Lady Beatrice, his guard, and as much treasure as he could carry and flee the castle in the opposite direction as the intruders. After he arrived at a safe house he would make plans to recapture his fortress.
Naturally Lady Beatrice was annoyed that she was forced to leave, but she complied as she didn't want to enslaved, raped, or murdered by the invaders. Like her father she was quite attractive to the opposite sex. She also had green eyes and long brown hair, though her hair went all the way down to her waist, which was as thin as waist could be with using a ridiculously tight corset. She, her father, and one guard for each remaining horse rode horses that filled with gold to the safe house, while the rest of the guards followed behind on foot. Soon they made it to the safe house, a smaller home that he owned that was run some of his servants while he was away. There he made himself at home and started planning how to take his castle back. Finally he had an idea: He would offer his daughter's hand in marriage to anyone who could slay the lord who dwelt within his house.
"Bea, I have a plan for us to get our home back. Its simple. You are the daughter of a baron, so whoever marries you will be heir to our barony. Any commoner would do anything to have your hand. Also you are the most beautiful girl in the county, so even a count would love to marry you. I'm going to offer you anyone who can destroy the fiends who took our land, so a great many powerful men will aid us in taking it back."
"What if I don't want to marry him? What if I don't love?"
"Where did you get the ridiculous idea that marriage had anything to with love? It doesn't matter if you love him, you will marry him, and you will learn to love him or you can just decide to be miserable. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, father."
"Good. Now its time to tell the world about our offer."
***
Mesoloth and his army easily overtook the guards and other servants who remained. He was now sitting on the "throne" that used to belong to the baron, and was stroking a a tabby cat that he found and decided to name Veers with one hand. Mesoloth was quite disappointed by the lack of resistance, but all was good as be was now the self-appointed baron. He decided to summon the herald to declare his conquest of the barony.
"Herald, come here this instant."
The frightened herald dared not disobey the demon lord so he came right over and covered in front of him.
"Yes-s, y-your h-highn-ness..."
"Don't give me any of this 'Your highness' talk. Its extremely annoying. My name is Mesoloth, and I will be referred to by no other name."
"Oh, y-yes my lor- Mesoloth. W-what do-o you w-want from m-me?"
"Now that I'm now baron of this barony I want you to make it clear to all the serfs that I am now their lord and they are to serve me, and they are now to give 20% more tribute to meet the higher demands of their new leader. Any peasant who fails to meet these demands is to be slain and to be reborn into the army. I need to make my reputation strong to the other lords so they won't cause too much of a problem when I take over their lands. NOW GO!"
Mesoloth snapped three of his hands and the herald was off at once. Mesoloth smiled, then went on to other business.
"Karimeer, come here at once."
A large red demon with bull horns, a mace tall, and the normal number of limbs approached mesoloth.
"I need more soldiers for the army to replace the ones the were lost in this skirmish. Go back to the grave yard we were last week and collect some more."
"Yes, Mesoloth."
Karimeer then walked out of the castle back towards the grave yard governed by Fredrick.
***
The priest had told Fredrick that the being in that he had found in his graveyard was none other than a greater demon, and that he been practicing necromancy. He was given advice on how to repel demons in the future: hang holly around the graveyard, sprinkle all the graves with holy water that the priest had blessed and given to him, stay faithful to God, and most importantly, be on the lookout for if they return.
The last thing the priest told him was that, if the demon managed to return, there would be only one way to kill it. Silver was the only metal that could harm a demon, as the holy metal burns through their normally impregnable flesh. The priest led Fredrick beneath the church, and gave him a box with three silver bullets in it. The priest gave him one last blessing, and then Fredrick departed back for the graveyard to set up his wards.
Sure enough, Fredrick noticed one day that there was another figure stooping around his graveyard. This one was red, had no wings, and it didn't have nearly as many arms as the last one. Fredrick was watching from out a window in his small home, which he had properly surrounded with holly.
Whenever the demon got to close to a branch of holly it was pushed back by an invisible force, but somehow it always managed to navigate its way around holly and manged to disarm the holly one way or another. Now the undertaker was getting nervous. Eventually the demon made its way to a gravestone it decided was worthy, and outstretched its hands, preparing to necromance. However, once the demon started chanting a blast of light burst out of the ground and hit him squarely in the chest, stopping him. The demon then surveyed the graveyard, and once it realized that every grave was sprinkled with holy water it let out a bellow of rage. The roar shook Fredrick from where he stood. The demon then slowly turned until it was staring right at him.
"You fool, thinking you could stop the demon lord Mesoloth with a few twigs of holly and some holy water and then thinking you could just hide and watch as you plan came to pass? You might have stopped me from getting the corpses of the dead for now, but there is still one last body here that I can use."
The demon then charged straight at him. Fredrick fired at him in an act of desperation, but the bullet missed and then the demon darted out of site. Fredrick tensed up and waited for the demon to reappear. After there was silence for some time he relaxed, figuring that the holly managed to repel the demon. He got up, put his gun down, and then heard a noise and ducked as tombstone passed over his head. He spun around and saw the demon was standing in his house after having knocked a hole in the wall. Fredrick picked up his gun as the demon charged at him. The demon punched at him, and as he dodged he dropped his gun. The demon then spun his tail around and caught Fredrick in the gut with the ball, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled as the demon tried to kill him by stomping on him, but somehow he managed to roll out of the way. He groped at the ground until he managed to find his gun. The demon was now looming over him, preparing to deal the finished blow. With that Fredrick quickly aimed and fired, hitting the demon squaring in the abdomen, the surprise blow knocking the demon off balance. Fredrick got up, and he noticed that the demon was getting up and recovering, though its was still weakened, clutching its wound with thick black blood that resembled tar oozing out. Fredrick figured that his best hit was to flee while the demon was still recovering as he doubted he could finish it off with one shot.
Fredrick run out the hole behind the demon. It wasn't long before the demon recovered enough to resume pursuit of him. Fredrick ran and ran, and soon a stitch formed in his side, but he couldn't stop. Stopping would mean death, and he needed to get to the church. The church would mean at least temporary safety. Finally he made it to the chapel, where he ducked inside and caught his breathe. He could no longer hear the demon, but he still didn't feel like getting up. Then he heard a voice. He did not reconginze, and he was still to disoriented to understand what it was saying. As long as it wasn't the demon he was fine, and didn't turn around. Suddenly a rush of light developed behind him, and with that Fredrick turned. Standing upon the altar was a a glowing, winged, blond woman garbed in white robes.
"Fredrick, for long we have heard your prayers and now it is the time were we have decided to reward you for you faith and piety. I am the angel Ariael, sent by the Seraph Amordeus. You have always served God diligently, doing good to all of God's creatures, and leaving judgement to his hands. Now that your life is threatened by the demon Karimeer we need to defend a righteous man such as yourself. Hand me your gun."
Fredrick handed the firearm to Ariael. As it touched her hands it floated up and spun over them, glowing as it transformed into a new weapon. It was now whiter than snow. The gun then floated into his hands.
"Your gun and the bullet within it is now the holy weapon Nimrod. It will not require ammo or powder and will have no recoil as long as the barer is righteous, and the reason for firing is does not disturb its sacred nature. The shots fired from this gun will be a silver purer than any on earth. Now go off and deal Karimeer, who you will find waiting outside."
With that the angel ascended. Fredrick held the gun, heart pounding anticipating what was to come finally. He got himself together, readied his gun, and walked outside.
Sure enough, Karimeer was waiting outside. The demon took one look at the now confident Fredrick, and laughed.
"So, you have finally came to meet you fate. Say your graces now, for today is day that you die."
"Stop right there, Karimeer. I now bare the sacred gun Nimrod, and if you try to so much as touch me I will be forced to destroy you. Now go back to your lord Mesoloth and tell him that he will NOT be disturbing any more corpses in my graveyard."
Karimeer laughed again, this time letting out such a roar that is shook the earth.
"You fool. No one can stop his lord Mesoloth. Now it is the time for you to join his glorious army!"
Karimeer charged at Fredrick, who then opened fire upon the demon. The demon was unaffected by the first shot, but soon the demon started to slow down down as the bullets gather in his chest until at last the demon fell, giving out one last reach towards Fredrick before his face fell into the earth. The demon's skin then turned grey and hardened. Karimeer was dead, and now Fredrick was thinking about how he was supposed to bury a statue.
***
To Be Continued
"Demon, I am your master now. You will do as I say. The first thing I want you to do...."
Mesoloth cocked his head to the side, raised one hand to his chin, and stared down at the sorcerer. He promptly cut him off.
"My name is not 'Demon', it is Mesoloth, and you might as well use use it. Second, you are not my master, and if you try to treat me as such I will kill you in a second flat. Do you understand me?"
Mesoloth then procced to examine the circle placed around him. Mesoloth was surprised to find that the young sorcerer successfully arranged the incenses in order to bind him, but he could change that. The sorcerer was enraged that a demon dare talk back to him. He then cast a curse on Mesoloth that shocked him.
"DEMON, YOU WILL DO AS I TELL YOU OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!"
Mesoloth then snapped at the sorcerer.
"WATCH IT! Now excuse me, but I need a little bit of privacy right now."
He then proceeded to fill the circle up with smoke and obscured himself from the sorcerers vision.
"DEMON, REVEAL YOURSELF!"
The sorcerer then cast a spell which caused a gust wind to blow away the smoke. Mesoloth noticed that this changed the flow of the incense in the air, and it no longer bound him. He then reached out with one hand and grabbed the sorcerer around the throat.
"I warned you."
With that he snapped the sorcerer's next. He then walked out the summoning circle and headed off to the cemetery, where he would create himself an army.
***
In the village were the sorcerer lived there was a humble, god-fearing undertaker named Fredrick. Fred was not a handsome man, nor a particular strong man, just as strong as you would expect a man to be from digging graves all day, and he wasn't the most educated of men, knowing only of God and the art of undertaking, but he was a diligent man. Once he found a dead snake by the side of the road and he bothered to give a brief funeral and bury it. If there was anything Fred had it was a respect for the dead. He took in the body of a murder executed for treason that no other village would dare take in, and he gave it full funeral that only he, the criminal's brother and mom, and the local priest would dare attend. He then dug him a nice little grave at the edge of the cemetery and gave it a rock which he personally engraved the murder's name in for a headstone.
It was a average day, and Fred was digging the grave of a little girl who died from diphtheria. He paused to wipe sweat off of his brow and looked up, and he saw a tall, dark figure in the cemetery, too far away from him to make out the details, making some sounds. He thought it was just a mourner, but then he noticed the sounds did not sound like crying, but rather it sounded like chanting. He thought it was an occultist, so he grabbed his gun for protection then went over to chase the occultist away. He walked up behind the occultist, and noticed that it had wings on its back and ram horns on its head. He assumed they were just part of its costume for whatever bizarre ritual it was doing.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"
The moment the words came of his mouth he regretted it. The figure stop chanting, then turned around and Fred was horrified by what he saw. The figure wasn't wearing a black costume, its skin was just as black as pitch and the horns and wings were actually a part of its body. It had eyes the color of burning coals and far too many arms. The creature than spoke.
"Don't miss with me, old man, I'm busy. And don't try to do anything foolish. I smell the lead in your gun and I'm going to warn you that it can't hurt me."
Fred was too terrified to do anything but freeze up and silently watch the creature continue his ritual. He resumed chanting and soon raised up his arms. Fred gasped in horror as arms burst out the ground and rotting corpses hauled themselves out of the ground. Fred found it even more respectful when some of the corpses fell apart and the creature ordered the reanimated corpses to eat the "useless" corpses. As they ate pieces of their flesh started to regenerate and they began to take on blue hue. The creature then spoke again.
"I thank you old man, for the corpses. They will prove useful to me in the future. I may need some more later on, so be prepared."
Fred stood there in shock as the creature and his newly formed army slowly walked away.
***
Baron William was handsome and wealthy man who lived in a castle on a hill, with long brown hair, green eyes, a well built body, and a square jaw, but he could never be satisfied; he always wanted more. He was just baron, but he wanted to be something more. He wanted to be a duke, or at least a count for now. Everyday he looked out from one of his towers, looking over the lands that were his and the lands he lusted after.
On this day William noticed something unusual. He saw a small army heading straight towards his castle. He quickly realized that his soldiers would not enough to stop the invasion. If only he were a count, he would have barons pledging their loyalty to him, fighting for him as knights in battle, each bringing in their army to aid him, then he would be able to hold back this onslaught. As for now he realized he try to bar himself in the castle, but as the army drew closer he realized that this was no ordinary army and they could besiege him for longer than he could last. He couldn't quite tell what the army was, but the leader and some of the soldiers were far larger than any man. So he decided he would take himself, his daughter, Lady Beatrice, his guard, and as much treasure as he could carry and flee the castle in the opposite direction as the intruders. After he arrived at a safe house he would make plans to recapture his fortress.
Naturally Lady Beatrice was annoyed that she was forced to leave, but she complied as she didn't want to enslaved, raped, or murdered by the invaders. Like her father she was quite attractive to the opposite sex. She also had green eyes and long brown hair, though her hair went all the way down to her waist, which was as thin as waist could be with using a ridiculously tight corset. She, her father, and one guard for each remaining horse rode horses that filled with gold to the safe house, while the rest of the guards followed behind on foot. Soon they made it to the safe house, a smaller home that he owned that was run some of his servants while he was away. There he made himself at home and started planning how to take his castle back. Finally he had an idea: He would offer his daughter's hand in marriage to anyone who could slay the lord who dwelt within his house.
"Bea, I have a plan for us to get our home back. Its simple. You are the daughter of a baron, so whoever marries you will be heir to our barony. Any commoner would do anything to have your hand. Also you are the most beautiful girl in the county, so even a count would love to marry you. I'm going to offer you anyone who can destroy the fiends who took our land, so a great many powerful men will aid us in taking it back."
"What if I don't want to marry him? What if I don't love?"
"Where did you get the ridiculous idea that marriage had anything to with love? It doesn't matter if you love him, you will marry him, and you will learn to love him or you can just decide to be miserable. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, father."
"Good. Now its time to tell the world about our offer."
***
Mesoloth and his army easily overtook the guards and other servants who remained. He was now sitting on the "throne" that used to belong to the baron, and was stroking a a tabby cat that he found and decided to name Veers with one hand. Mesoloth was quite disappointed by the lack of resistance, but all was good as be was now the self-appointed baron. He decided to summon the herald to declare his conquest of the barony.
"Herald, come here this instant."
The frightened herald dared not disobey the demon lord so he came right over and covered in front of him.
"Yes-s, y-your h-highn-ness..."
"Don't give me any of this 'Your highness' talk. Its extremely annoying. My name is Mesoloth, and I will be referred to by no other name."
"Oh, y-yes my lor- Mesoloth. W-what do-o you w-want from m-me?"
"Now that I'm now baron of this barony I want you to make it clear to all the serfs that I am now their lord and they are to serve me, and they are now to give 20% more tribute to meet the higher demands of their new leader. Any peasant who fails to meet these demands is to be slain and to be reborn into the army. I need to make my reputation strong to the other lords so they won't cause too much of a problem when I take over their lands. NOW GO!"
Mesoloth snapped three of his hands and the herald was off at once. Mesoloth smiled, then went on to other business.
"Karimeer, come here at once."
A large red demon with bull horns, a mace tall, and the normal number of limbs approached mesoloth.
"I need more soldiers for the army to replace the ones the were lost in this skirmish. Go back to the grave yard we were last week and collect some more."
"Yes, Mesoloth."
Karimeer then walked out of the castle back towards the grave yard governed by Fredrick.
***
The priest had told Fredrick that the being in that he had found in his graveyard was none other than a greater demon, and that he been practicing necromancy. He was given advice on how to repel demons in the future: hang holly around the graveyard, sprinkle all the graves with holy water that the priest had blessed and given to him, stay faithful to God, and most importantly, be on the lookout for if they return.
The last thing the priest told him was that, if the demon managed to return, there would be only one way to kill it. Silver was the only metal that could harm a demon, as the holy metal burns through their normally impregnable flesh. The priest led Fredrick beneath the church, and gave him a box with three silver bullets in it. The priest gave him one last blessing, and then Fredrick departed back for the graveyard to set up his wards.
Sure enough, Fredrick noticed one day that there was another figure stooping around his graveyard. This one was red, had no wings, and it didn't have nearly as many arms as the last one. Fredrick was watching from out a window in his small home, which he had properly surrounded with holly.
Whenever the demon got to close to a branch of holly it was pushed back by an invisible force, but somehow it always managed to navigate its way around holly and manged to disarm the holly one way or another. Now the undertaker was getting nervous. Eventually the demon made its way to a gravestone it decided was worthy, and outstretched its hands, preparing to necromance. However, once the demon started chanting a blast of light burst out of the ground and hit him squarely in the chest, stopping him. The demon then surveyed the graveyard, and once it realized that every grave was sprinkled with holy water it let out a bellow of rage. The roar shook Fredrick from where he stood. The demon then slowly turned until it was staring right at him.
"You fool, thinking you could stop the demon lord Mesoloth with a few twigs of holly and some holy water and then thinking you could just hide and watch as you plan came to pass? You might have stopped me from getting the corpses of the dead for now, but there is still one last body here that I can use."
The demon then charged straight at him. Fredrick fired at him in an act of desperation, but the bullet missed and then the demon darted out of site. Fredrick tensed up and waited for the demon to reappear. After there was silence for some time he relaxed, figuring that the holly managed to repel the demon. He got up, put his gun down, and then heard a noise and ducked as tombstone passed over his head. He spun around and saw the demon was standing in his house after having knocked a hole in the wall. Fredrick picked up his gun as the demon charged at him. The demon punched at him, and as he dodged he dropped his gun. The demon then spun his tail around and caught Fredrick in the gut with the ball, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled as the demon tried to kill him by stomping on him, but somehow he managed to roll out of the way. He groped at the ground until he managed to find his gun. The demon was now looming over him, preparing to deal the finished blow. With that Fredrick quickly aimed and fired, hitting the demon squaring in the abdomen, the surprise blow knocking the demon off balance. Fredrick got up, and he noticed that the demon was getting up and recovering, though its was still weakened, clutching its wound with thick black blood that resembled tar oozing out. Fredrick figured that his best hit was to flee while the demon was still recovering as he doubted he could finish it off with one shot.
Fredrick run out the hole behind the demon. It wasn't long before the demon recovered enough to resume pursuit of him. Fredrick ran and ran, and soon a stitch formed in his side, but he couldn't stop. Stopping would mean death, and he needed to get to the church. The church would mean at least temporary safety. Finally he made it to the chapel, where he ducked inside and caught his breathe. He could no longer hear the demon, but he still didn't feel like getting up. Then he heard a voice. He did not reconginze, and he was still to disoriented to understand what it was saying. As long as it wasn't the demon he was fine, and didn't turn around. Suddenly a rush of light developed behind him, and with that Fredrick turned. Standing upon the altar was a a glowing, winged, blond woman garbed in white robes.
"Fredrick, for long we have heard your prayers and now it is the time were we have decided to reward you for you faith and piety. I am the angel Ariael, sent by the Seraph Amordeus. You have always served God diligently, doing good to all of God's creatures, and leaving judgement to his hands. Now that your life is threatened by the demon Karimeer we need to defend a righteous man such as yourself. Hand me your gun."
Fredrick handed the firearm to Ariael. As it touched her hands it floated up and spun over them, glowing as it transformed into a new weapon. It was now whiter than snow. The gun then floated into his hands.
"Your gun and the bullet within it is now the holy weapon Nimrod. It will not require ammo or powder and will have no recoil as long as the barer is righteous, and the reason for firing is does not disturb its sacred nature. The shots fired from this gun will be a silver purer than any on earth. Now go off and deal Karimeer, who you will find waiting outside."
With that the angel ascended. Fredrick held the gun, heart pounding anticipating what was to come finally. He got himself together, readied his gun, and walked outside.
Sure enough, Karimeer was waiting outside. The demon took one look at the now confident Fredrick, and laughed.
"So, you have finally came to meet you fate. Say your graces now, for today is day that you die."
"Stop right there, Karimeer. I now bare the sacred gun Nimrod, and if you try to so much as touch me I will be forced to destroy you. Now go back to your lord Mesoloth and tell him that he will NOT be disturbing any more corpses in my graveyard."
Karimeer laughed again, this time letting out such a roar that is shook the earth.
"You fool. No one can stop his lord Mesoloth. Now it is the time for you to join his glorious army!"
Karimeer charged at Fredrick, who then opened fire upon the demon. The demon was unaffected by the first shot, but soon the demon started to slow down down as the bullets gather in his chest until at last the demon fell, giving out one last reach towards Fredrick before his face fell into the earth. The demon's skin then turned grey and hardened. Karimeer was dead, and now Fredrick was thinking about how he was supposed to bury a statue.
***
To Be Continued
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