NEFASCAPITIS The temperature of the room dropped fast. Ice formed on the curtains and crusted thickly around the lights in the ceiling. The glowing filaments in each bulb shrank and dimmed, while the candles that sprang from every available surface like a colony of toadstools wicks snuffed out. the darkened room filled with a yellow, choking cloud of brimstone, in which indistinct black shadows writher and roiled. from far away came the sound of many voices screaming. A pressure was suddenly applied to the door that led to the landing. it buldged inwards, the timbers groaning. Footsteps from invisible feet came pattering across the floorboards and invisible mouths wgusoered wicked things from behind the bed and under the desk.The sulphur cloud contracted into a thick column of smoke that vomited forth thin tendrils;they licked the air like tongues before withdrawing.the column hung above the middle of the pentacles, bubbling ever upwards against the ceiling like the cloud of an errupting volcano. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two red starring eyes materialized in the heart of the smoke. Hey, it was his first time. i wanted to scare him. and i did, too. the dark-haired boy stood in a pentacle of his own, smaller,filled with different roons, a metre away from the main one. He was pale as a corpse, shakeing like a dead leaf in a high wind. his teeth rattled in his shivering jaw. beads of sweat dripped from his brow,turning to ice as they fell through the air. they twinkeld with the sounds of hail stones as they hit the floor. all well and good, but so what? i mean, he looked like he was twelve years old. wide-eyed, hollow-cheeked. There's not that much satisfaction from scareing the pants of a scrawny kid. so i floated and waited, hoping he wasn't going to take to long to get around to the dismissing spell. to keep myself occupied i made blue flames like the edges of the pentacle.....
nefascapitis · Sat Oct 14, 2006 @ 08:17am · 0 Comments |