Kent
Imagination will bring us everywhere
Disclaimer: This text contains explicit language, including the use of curse words. Reader discretion is advised.
"Fuck! Stop hitting me! Fuck your mom! Fuck your sister! Fuck your dad! Fuck your grandma! Fuck your aunt! Fuck your ancestors! Ow! Ow! Stop!" A frustrated outburst erupted from an imp, weaving through a barrage of holy bolts from a congregation of priests. He was ensnared in a pentagram, encircled by robed figures shrouded in purity. It dawned on him that he'd been summoned. How this mortal rabble managed to summon a magnificent entity like him was a mystery.
"How dare you launch attacks on this Great Being! All of you will suffer punishment from Lord Gloom!" he roared.
An aura of darkness and menace erupted from his diminutive figure. The attack halted as the priests instinctively cowered... until a few moments of inaction led them to realize the lack of consequences. A courageous priest turned back to the sight of the imp hovering smugly in the center. Confusion washed over him before being replaced by realization. "IT'S A SCAM! ATTACK HIM!" he yelled, prompting the priests to renew their attack.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! The punishment is real! That was just a warning! Ow! Ow! Stop!" The barrage of holy bolts resumed, with the imp narrowly dodging, save for the occasional bolt that grazed him. To the priests' astonishment, the bolts left only minor burns on him, unlike a typical imp that would have disintegrated.
"See! I told you I am a great being!" The priests stared back in skepticism. The thought of his words being truthful crossed their minds, but the imp's antics seemed ludicrous. They dismissed him as a resilient imp with an absurd defense.
"Summon the Lord Celestial!" One of the priests commanded, prompting a robed figure to extract a scroll from his sleeve. He unfurled it, and the chamber was awash with holy radiance.
"Fuck, not those annoying celestials. They'll never leave me alone once they catch on to my scent again. They're fucking dogs!" The imp cursed, breaking into a cold sweat. He scanned the summoning circle, making discrete adjustments amidst dodging attacks, even deliberately tanking some bolts to allay suspicion.
Moments later, Lord Gloom bellowed with laughter, "HAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck you and your celestials. I'm out of here!"
The summoning circle began to glow, slower than the tear in the fabric of space that opened up. Beyond the rift, a celestial with two wings was about to step through, only to freeze as a six-winged celestial appeared before him.
"GLOOM!!!!" A thunderous voice boomed, causing the priests to crumble to the ground, bleeding. "I'VE FOUND YOU."
"FUCK. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME GABRIEL. HOW ARE YOU SO FAST? ARE YOU STALKING ME?" Lord Gloom retorted, realizing that Gabriel might reach him before the circle could unsummon him. He reached for a small stick with seven branches, each tipped with a leaf - three of them already withered.
"FUCK YOU GABRIEL, YOU'RE MAKING ME USE MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!" Lord Gloom yelled. As a leaf shriveled up, the gap began to shrink, preventing Gabriel from stepping through.
"A BRANCH OF THE WORLD TREE. THAT'S THE ONE YOU STOLE FROM THE FAE!" Gabriel exclaimed in shock. But his surprise quickly gave way to resolve. He summoned a flaming sword and thrust it through the gap, shaking the realm as he tried to force his way in. "I MUST HAVE YOU, THIS IS MY DETERMINATION AS AN ANGEL. YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES."
"AHHH!!! FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOM! YOU'RE FORCING MY HAND." Lord Gloom looked as if he was about to cry as the remaining leaves shriveled up one by one. As the last leaf turned to dust, the summoning circle flashed, ready to transport him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK YOU GABRIEL. REMEMBER THIS DAY THAT YOU ALMOST CAUGHT THE GREAT LORD GLOOM!" As the chamber flashed with light, the imp was gone.
Gabriel looked at the empty space with a blank expression. He pulled out the sword, and the trembling stopped. With a wave of his hand, the tear closed, restoring peace to the realm.
"Fuck! Stop hitting me! Fuck your mom! Fuck your sister! Fuck your dad! Fuck your grandma! Fuck your aunt! Fuck your ancestors! Ow! Ow! Stop!" A frustrated outburst erupted from an imp, weaving through a barrage of holy bolts from a congregation of priests. He was ensnared in a pentagram, encircled by robed figures shrouded in purity. It dawned on him that he'd been summoned. How this mortal rabble managed to summon a magnificent entity like him was a mystery.
"How dare you launch attacks on this Great Being! All of you will suffer punishment from Lord Gloom!" he roared.
An aura of darkness and menace erupted from his diminutive figure. The attack halted as the priests instinctively cowered... until a few moments of inaction led them to realize the lack of consequences. A courageous priest turned back to the sight of the imp hovering smugly in the center. Confusion washed over him before being replaced by realization. "IT'S A SCAM! ATTACK HIM!" he yelled, prompting the priests to renew their attack.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! The punishment is real! That was just a warning! Ow! Ow! Stop!" The barrage of holy bolts resumed, with the imp narrowly dodging, save for the occasional bolt that grazed him. To the priests' astonishment, the bolts left only minor burns on him, unlike a typical imp that would have disintegrated.
"See! I told you I am a great being!" The priests stared back in skepticism. The thought of his words being truthful crossed their minds, but the imp's antics seemed ludicrous. They dismissed him as a resilient imp with an absurd defense.
"Summon the Lord Celestial!" One of the priests commanded, prompting a robed figure to extract a scroll from his sleeve. He unfurled it, and the chamber was awash with holy radiance.
"Fuck, not those annoying celestials. They'll never leave me alone once they catch on to my scent again. They're fucking dogs!" The imp cursed, breaking into a cold sweat. He scanned the summoning circle, making discrete adjustments amidst dodging attacks, even deliberately tanking some bolts to allay suspicion.
Moments later, Lord Gloom bellowed with laughter, "HAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck you and your celestials. I'm out of here!"
The summoning circle began to glow, slower than the tear in the fabric of space that opened up. Beyond the rift, a celestial with two wings was about to step through, only to freeze as a six-winged celestial appeared before him.
"GLOOM!!!!" A thunderous voice boomed, causing the priests to crumble to the ground, bleeding. "I'VE FOUND YOU."
"FUCK. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME GABRIEL. HOW ARE YOU SO FAST? ARE YOU STALKING ME?" Lord Gloom retorted, realizing that Gabriel might reach him before the circle could unsummon him. He reached for a small stick with seven branches, each tipped with a leaf - three of them already withered.
"FUCK YOU GABRIEL, YOU'RE MAKING ME USE MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!" Lord Gloom yelled. As a leaf shriveled up, the gap began to shrink, preventing Gabriel from stepping through.
"A BRANCH OF THE WORLD TREE. THAT'S THE ONE YOU STOLE FROM THE FAE!" Gabriel exclaimed in shock. But his surprise quickly gave way to resolve. He summoned a flaming sword and thrust it through the gap, shaking the realm as he tried to force his way in. "I MUST HAVE YOU, THIS IS MY DETERMINATION AS AN ANGEL. YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES."
"AHHH!!! FUCK YOU AND YOUR MOM! YOU'RE FORCING MY HAND." Lord Gloom looked as if he was about to cry as the remaining leaves shriveled up one by one. As the last leaf turned to dust, the summoning circle flashed, ready to transport him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK YOU GABRIEL. REMEMBER THIS DAY THAT YOU ALMOST CAUGHT THE GREAT LORD GLOOM!" As the chamber flashed with light, the imp was gone.
Gabriel looked at the empty space with a blank expression. He pulled out the sword, and the trembling stopped. With a wave of his hand, the tear closed, restoring peace to the realm.