Part III: The Dawn of the Legend
Jimmy Loong
March 14th 2016
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Hawkins stared at the
men who had affixed the hoist over the slab, and then were attaching the ropes
to the cover to lift it. He looked to the slab and saw the preparation was
underway with the six priests placing the items which will suppress the demon
when the slab cover was raised. It was a rare ritual but one that his people
had retained. He prayed hard that the spell will work.
“Ironic at this very
hour you sought the divine assistance.” The hooded figure stood at his side
voiced out. “Do not despair, my brother for when I was hunted like a hare, I
too have raised a prayer for God but I was ignored then. So pardon my
reservation on your appeal for assistance.”
The master of works
there overseeing the hoisting works signaled that his men were ready for the
task. Hawkins then motioned to the six priests there to start their works. The
priests began their rituals with the lamps and scrolls held in their hands while
they performed moves that resembled more like dances. The priests were led by
one that was taking the lead on every move and then the signal was given. The
hoist was secured and the ropes pulled taut. There was stillness in the air
that moment and then pressure was applied on the slab cover. It began to move
ever slightly and soon a gap was seen between the cover and the main slab. The
pungent smell overpowered everyone who was there and drawn to seek some scented
cloth for relief.
There were excitements
when the fingers were seen on the slab cover. It was the middle finger that
appeared and then the other fingers gripped the side. It stopped there while
everyone was expecting more except the priests; they were chanting incessant on
whatever they felt was working. Hawkins was past his patience and grabbed hold
of the slab cover. He was to pry it off when the slab slipped from his grip. He
looked and saw the slab cover slide over. He then saw the hooded figure
standing at the far end with the extended arms. Hawkins was to peek in when he
saw the figure sat up there. It was his sight of a demon. He had been called
one before but his stay at the monastery had given images of the demons as in
the books. His first real sight was more distinctive and glaring in details.
“Hello” The demon spoke
out in the ancient language that baffled those who were there. Not all the
hooded one sprang into action.
“Master, please forgive
our delay in freeing you from this vault. We…” The demon had then stood up with
ease despite the long period of inactivity. The demon had raised the right hand
to stop the pleasing remarks.
“I am fine.” The demon
switched the language to a more familiar one. “It’s a consolation to be
breathing here than those brimstones gas.”
The demon laughed and
then looked at the two persons who had rescued him.
“What age are we in
now?” The demon asked. “I recalled it was some crude age then. We did not have
any ideas of the movement of the days and nights. For us it did not matter, but
the …innocents like yourself were always on the lookout for the sun and moon
for measurement.”
“We are your servants,
Master.”
“And who are you?” The
demon asked the hooded figure.
“Vlad Tepes of
Transylvania. I am in need of your help. We can help each other.”
“Oh! Another one. Can I
have a drink first?” The demon requested. “My throat is dry.”
“Fresh blood? I can run
a goblet for you.” Vlad impressed the demon.
“Then it’s death do us
part.” The demon replied with a smile. “But before that, does anyone know where
I can piss without wetting myself.”
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