Connor Davis
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Mea Viridis Daemonium
"There."A distant sigh of relief from Samara is heard, "That's the last of it." Setting down the red soaked paint brush next to her freshly painted summoning circle. Looking towards the book of summonings to make sure it's correctly painted on the wooden floor below. "Looks correct to me... Hopefully this works correctly." Standing up from the cold creaky floor panels, Samara brushes her knees off, picking up the book of summonings holding it open on both forearms the chant begins, "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! Attenrobendum eos, ad consiendrum, ad ligandum eos, potiter et solvendum, et ad, congregontum eos, coram me!"
By Connor Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Architect of His Demise
Wandering the lengthy pathways of Athens, Perillos's gaze remained locked at his feet as he was stuck in a endless loop of thought. You see, the day prior, the Gods of Chaos and Torture came to Perillos and offered him the challenge of a lifetime. They assigned him the task to think of the most painful and agony-inducing torture method of all-time and if he could pull it off, he'd be rewarded with immortality. Understanding the weight of the task and the implications if his invention would be replicated, he knew exactly what he had to do and agreed to take part in the challenge.
By Connor Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Years
The doorbell to Mr. Maxwell's Flower Shop chimes as another customer steps in to admire the beautiful flowers inside. Roses, tulips, and most importantly of all, a single marigold on the counter for the next buyer to have. "Ah, Jacob! Great to have you in my store again! Looking for your usual dozen?," Mr. Maxwell says to the man now in the shop. The man smiles and chuckles to himself as he says, "You know me too well, Mr. Maxwell." "Why, of course! This store is reaching almost 25 years in this business and I've been a part of it from day one. I've seen so many faces and every single one I remember as much as the last! I love everything about this job!," Mr. Maxwell exclaims in response. Jacob smiles at the enthusiastic shop owner and takes out a $20. "This should cover it, right?," he asks. "Actually, this one's on the house, because it's the last one I'm selling!," Mr. Maxwell says with a sincere look on his face. Despite the expression on the jolly old man's face, Jacob looks back in shock and despair at the news.
By Connor Davis4 years ago in Fiction
