The Demonic Deal

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Previously: A Small Step for Jesting, a Giant Leap for Celestial Art

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“You have five minutes…”, an officer stated, before leaving the Sir to find him way. As the suited man entered the dark and dank hall, he saw a line of doors. Each holding one person, he looked for the one that was his. As the well postured man searched, he approached a steel door. With black burn marks, it was steaming from the inside.

“…Pardon me, I’m-”, he began before hearing a blunt “f*ck off” rush out of the small room. With a break of silence, Olli slightly smirked at the rough persona that he heard so much about. “Uh, well yes…I do believe ye’re the one.”, he began. Taking off his top hat, as he wiped a bit of appearing moisture from his head, he noticed the rise in temperature. “…look, I’m not in the mood to talk to Oliver Twist’s father. So, do me a favor and go shove some crumpets in your mouth, and leave me alone.”, the voice stabbed from the dark shadow of his room.

“Aye,”, Olli began, with his thick Lancashire accent, “I more of a favorer of muffins…”. Chuckling at his playful joke, the Englishman immediately loosened up his collar, as the temperature rose to a dry summer’s hotness. “F@CK OFF!!!”, the face of the prisoner rammed up against the barred window of his cell door. With heat in his eyes, he glared at Olli, as smoke whistled off of the singed steel bars, which the prisoner pressed against.

In silence, the angered one stared at Olli, with a look of familiarity. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a calmer tone, “…where have I seen you before?”. To this, the magician stepped closer, “I’m Sir Oliver Jest, pleasure to meet ye.”. Mr. Jest grinned with pleasure, “I was the one who cursed you with this Demon, who hunts you.”.

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With fuming anger in his eyes, Blaze gritted his teeth, as he felt his blood boil. “You figlio di una cagna, what brings your @ss here?”, he continued staring without blinking once, “You’re lucky I don’t tear through both this door and you, for what you did to me…”. Which, Olli smiled at the heated emotion, “Aye…I am very much aware of the fact that the demon, of which I cursed ye with, is sucking ye of yer power…I wouldn’t be surprised if ye are not able to do much of anything on this plain.”.

Noticing the agreeing stare of silence, Olli continued. “I need a navigator, who could escort me to the dungeon of my brother…he holds the souls of my parents; and, he torments them, as well as me, with their eternal life.”. As Blaze stared, he grunted, “Why would I help you?”. With a parting of his lips, Olli answered, “…because, in return, I would lead you to the door of K’Nuturath. And, with him eliminated, you will have full control over your power.”.

Blaze began to decline, before seriously thinking about it. He hated people controlling him, and this K’Nuturath was governing his power, if body, and his freedom of control. Once the Brit spoke the name, the biker knew he would ultimately have to kill the demon. But, without know his presence; Olli could be of some use to him…“Okay, fine…I’ll take you to your brother”. With a thick grin, Olli opened the locked cell door, as if it wasn’t. “Then, we have a deal…”, with a shake of their hands, they both vanished.

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I thought I posted this already...but, I can't find it anywhere. So, I'll post it again, so I can continue this story...

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