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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events portrayed in this digital document are either fictitious orused fictitiously
-The Bread to Ozzy-Copyright 2010 by Timothy Nies
Cover Art:-Red hot-
Copyright 2010 by Timothy NiesAll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, of portions thereof, in any form.
Published by Timothy NiesOfficial website:
www.theredorb.comAuthor's Blog:
timothynies.blogspot.comE-mail:
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I Rules and orders, a dry voice wheezed from the corner
of the room. The man Donn sat hunched, holding a black flask
between his crossed hands. It is odd though, I dont remember
who ordered me here. He brought his hands to his face and
took a swig from the metallic container, ignoring the twins
bound to the wooden chairs he had brought from the kitchen.
One chair held the gagged twin, another the blind folded one,
and the third was empty. Such a strange order, such a strange
thing to ask. Yet, here I am doing what I can to obey. The
man Donn peered at his handy work from the shadows, purple
eyes glinting from his hollow face.
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The dank and musty room was dark. Five candles burning at
the tips of the chalk pentagram were a poor substitute for the
sunlight blocked out by the curtain over the single window.
Checks and balances. Ordered chaos, he continued,
rambling. This feels wrong. It is not my place to interfere
here. He took another sip from the flask. This is not our
responsibility, he scoffed. And what of the the Majitorium?
They will have a fit when they find out about what happenedhere. He stood up, taking a step closer to the pair. How did I
end up here?
The gagged twin, Terra, sat in a black shirt and black jeans
with her back to the man Donn. The other twin, Celeste,
wearing a lose fitting track suit, sneakers, and blindfold, faced
him directly. Both appeared more bored than worried, their
hazel hair glinting copper in the candlelight.
The bread, Celeste stated, as if passing an urgent secret in
class.
Terra nodded in agreement, turning to her sibling as best she
could. She shrugged with a hint of annoyance at Celestes
blindfold, then resorted to grunting her agreement.
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If you can smell it, then it might already be too late, Celeste
added. Though, heated wheat is particularly pungent. So,
there might still be time before it burns.
The man Donn looked up, a twitch of confusion trembling on
his brow. He brought the flask up to his lips, stopped short, and
lowered it again. He checked the pentagram, eyes following the
curve of the circle over the rough floorboards, it was unbroken.
He pointed to each of the candles, counting under his breath,ending the motion when he spoke the word five. He blinked
the doubt from his face. Heated wheat? he questioned.
Celeste turned her head towards his voice. Can you smell it?
Our oven was on when you trapped us. Our bread will burn if
we do not take it out to cool soon.
Take it out to cool? Here you two purring sweet puddings sit
bound at the center of a pentagram, a Parax daemon in your
presence, and all you have to worry about is a burning loaf ?
The man Donn scratched at his arm, leaving red marks were
his fingers passed. Something is afoot here. There is a
fallacious hint to all of this. Even the air feels unnatural.
The bread is important and not to be rude, but this is
becoming very dull, Celeste retorted.
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Dull? The man Donn repeated, scratching the back of his
neck with vigor.
Mum mum hummum HUM mum, Terra mumbled.
Celeste nodded in agreement.
The man Donn looked from the gagged twin to the blindfolded
one.
What did she say? he asked, pointing the top of the flask at
Terra.
She said, the trip with the aliens was far more intense.
The trip with the aliens? the man Donn growled. What
aliens?
Yes, I thought the whole affair overly plastic. I was more
impressed with the talking dogs.
Talking dogs? the man Donn questioned, his tone irritated.
HmU-re hmm, Terra punctuated.
No Terra, they werent rude. They were just honest, Celestecountered. But regardless, both of those trips were far more
entertaining than this one. I must have gotten the recipe wrong
or perhaps the tadpole tails were off. This isnt right at all, and
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hes all wrong too. He looks right, but his personalty is way off
the mark; all he does is whine.
The man Donn turned his back to the pair, letting out a sigh.He rubbed a hand over his face, then made to drink from his
flask, but when it reached his lips discovered that it was empty.
I am sorry if we hurt your feelings, we can be excessively
critical when it comes to our cooking. Some apparitions dont
deal well with the truth.
Apparitions? Heavens below pussy cat! I am a Daemon! the
man Donn snapped. I am a daemon servant of hell, sent here
to... His tongue stumbled unable to find the words, his face
flushed with color, his eyes glowed bright. The Daemon threw
his metal flask across the room, it crashed with a thud against
the wall. To do... to do whatever this stupid thing is here. He
gestured to the room then took a deep breath, regaining his
calm. When he let it out a silent tension spread through the air.
I dont understand any of this, he whispered to himself.
None of it makes sense. Its as if my mind is clouded and I am
not acting of my own accord, he added looking at his hands.
As if I were the one that is possessed.
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Please, let us turn off the oven, Celeste whispered after a
moment. The bread is the first we have made together in
years. It is important and it should be to you as well. Bad things
will happen if you let it burn.
The last of the mans steadfast demeanor faded. He ran a
shaking hand through his hair. I think the two of you cats are
missing the severity of the situation here. He pointed one
hand to the East corner of the room and the other to the West.Those are real rifles. They are armed and aimed at your
pretty heads.
Terra looked from dark corner to dark corner then grunted
something to Celeste.
I dont see them either, but at least hes back on track, she
concurred with a shrug.
And here, my kitties, is the thing that will make this kooky
experiment tick true. The man fished a small black box from
his bleach stained blue blazer. I made this especially for
tonight. Meticulously crafted for the occasion you might say.
He smiled, holding the cube to Celestes face expectantly.
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Looks interesting, she observed, blowing the tip of her
blindfold off of her nose. What is it?
Its a randomizer.
Whum-O-hm-mmm? Terra asked.
Whats it for? the man Donn responded. Its linked to the
rifles and when, he fished something else out of his other
pocket, I wind it up with this key. It will start to send a
random signal every minute that will either cause the guns to
fire or to fail. The man Donn grinned hollowly.
What is the point of that? Celeste demanded, with a hint of
delight.
You'll see once I leave the room. The daemons stance
stiffened and he put a hand to his forehead.
Not again, Celeste groaned. Why is he having so much
trouble?
What am I doing? He looked at the cube. I never knew of
such a thing until I pulled it from my pocket.
Get on with it, Celeste shouted, a hint of command laced in
the words.
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Silently the man Donn stepped into the circle, winding the key
of the little black box. Then he knelt down on one knee to
place the ticking device between the twins. He paused for a
moment to sniff the air. I can smell it now, he remarked,
turning to Celeste. But what did you put into that bread?
Rotten eggs? It smells terrible.
That smell isnt the bread, Celeste responded, matter of fact.
I think if came from him when he arrived. She nodded overher shoulder towards the door. Terra I think the tadpole tails
are definitely off, the dashing hero was supposed to have an
alluring courageous fragrance.
Dashing hero? The daemon frowned, turning his head to the
door. His eyes pulsated with purple light when they fell on the
man standing in the doorway.
He was in his early twenties, wearing a long black trench coat.
The young man stared back at the Parax Daemon with deep
sea blue eyes and a sneer, his strawberry blonde hair sticking
out in every direction. The new comer stepped into the room
pulling the door closed behind him.
You, the man Donn spat. Falling back over himself he
inadvertently flung the cube as he caught his balance. It hit the
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ground just outside of the pentagram, slid across the floor, and
finally came to a stop between the feet of the stranger. Terra,
the man Donn, and the blonde man all looked to it.
Father, take this box from me, the stranger started to sing with
clear voice that carried.
Celeste giggled.
HmU mmm Damhum hm? Terra complained to Celeste.
I dont care what you say. I like that song, Celeste argued,
and you said I could do whatever I wanted for this part; so I
did. Well get to your part soon.
I cant use it anymore, the man continued, lifting his foot above
the cube. He glanced at the daemon then stomped down,
shattering the black box.
NO! the man Donn cried out, his tone pained. His cry
ceased when he gazed up at the strangers face and locked eyes
with him.
Its getting dark, too dark to see. The young man took a step
towards the circle.
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The man Donn shook his head, breaking from the trance. He
scuttled backward on hands and heels, fleeing like a bug to the
darkness of the back wall.
You should have listened and let me turn off the oven,
Celeste blurted snidely.
But the man Donn paid her no heed, all of his attention was
focused on his pursuer, beads of panic forming over his brow.
Terra watched the gallant hero as he progressed through the
room at a steady pace. She was intrigued by his appearance,
but inthralled by his eyes. Like orbs of azure they demanded
attention, their cold depths communicated the absolute
resolution that there was no doubt as to how this scenario
would play out. His whole demeanor made it clear; that now
the daemon and he were only going through the motions of
parts that had been set in physical memory and nothing could
change the outcome.
As he progressed past the candle at the tip of the star Terra
was distracted by his black coat. It was unbuttoned and
although it accentuated his build, it acted like a light trap, as if
the inside of it was filled with a dark void. The man continued
past her, stepped along the edge of the pentagram, then out of
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her sight, but she could still hear his foot steps, heading into the
shadows after the terrified daemon.
Let me out, the man Donn squealed, pounding on the wall,his back to the room. Let me out, damn it, he screamed.
Why will these shadows not obey? What is wrong with this
place?
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door, the blonde man
responded lyrically; much to Celeste's amusement.
The man Donn gave up his attempt to rip through the shadows
and turned to face his assailant.
The approaching man pulled something from his coats pocket
and tossed the item from one hand to the other.
"You have no place here fateling. Your contribution or
involvement is not required," the man Donn whined meekly. In
tandem with the heros steps he backed away by sliding along
the wall. After ten feet his shoulder bumped into the corner of
the room. He hissed at the blonde man, eyes ablaze with
shimmering purple energy.
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The blonde man, unimpressed by the display of demonic
magic, brought his hands together, unfolding the object to
reveal the five inch blade of a pocket knife.
"Stay back," the man Donn commanded, his trembling voice
betraying the false bravery in his posture. He shifted his gaze
from the strangers face to the approaching blade.
"Experiatus deamonicus," the blonde man pronounced,
pointing his knife at the daemons chest. "Comandicus,
obyticam mi ordantium."
"Wha...?" the man Donn asked. "What are you saying? I
don't...I don't understand." His eyes flickered up and down.
From the glint of the knife to his attackers steel blue eyes.
"Please stop this. I should not be here. Look I am sorry, I don't
even know why they sent me here. It wasnt my fault," he
pleaded.
The blonde man stopped two feet away and with quick jab
plunged the blade into the man Donns gut, right above his left
hip.
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"Deamonicus prevalious non fourtunatiouse finitium," the hero
whispered gently into the wincing daemons ear, the words
rolling from his lips as if singing a lullaby to a fussy infant.
The man Donns face contorted from suppressed pain to shock
as he pushed against his attackers arm, then chest, finding
neither the will nor strength to force him away.
"Experiatus totalis," the blonde man finished with a smile,
golden light blossoming in his irises and lighting his preys
confused expression.
"Pig Latin?" the man Donn moaned. You dare exorcise me
with pig latin?
The young man winked at him with a nod.
The man Donn let out a cry of furor.
The blonde stranger twisted the knife then thrust it up with a
yank that ended with a toe curling crunch. The short blade cut
the man Donn open from lower gut right to the bottom of his
breast plate. The contents of his rib cage slipped though thecavity, hitting the ground with a soaked splatter. The daemon
gurgled, choked, and finally, sank to his knees. His executioner
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up, he went to Celeste and removed the blindfold from her
then pulled the gag from Terras mouth.
Thank you, they said in unison.
The young man snapped his fingers, and the knots around
their hands undid themselves. Always ready to help a lady in a
bind. He smiled.
Oh youre smooth. Celeste grinned, gazing into his blue eyes.
Next time no bondage or pentagrams, Terra complained,
massaging her right wrist.
Celeste leaned over to Terra. I dont remember adding him,
but I like the way he looks. What did you do to make him look
like that?
Nothing, I thought he was one of yours. Isnt he the hero of
your bit? Terra answered. I was going to be the hero,
Celeste explained shaking her head. They both looked to the
blonde man who was walking to the door.
When he reached it, he turned back to say something but shut
his mouth when he saw the eerie ways the twins were ogling
him.
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Who are you? Celeste asked, pointing a finger at him. And
where did you come from?
Tommy shifted his eyes up cocking his head to the side, sighedthen smiled. That is a tangled tale I rather not talk about right
now, he responded. I mean you no harm, if that is what you
are worried about. I think the dead daemon over there proves
that.
Whats your name then? Terra demanded, crossing her
arms. Or is that also something you dont want to talk about.
Afraid it is, he admitted.
Is that so?
The thing is, if I were to divulge my full name, as innocent as
it is, I fear that I my end up sending more trouble your way
than its worth.
Oh, thats sound good, Celeste said perking up in her chair.
Terra glanced to her sister then returned her attention to the
blonde man blue eyes. So what do we call you then? Blondie?
No. Not Blondie. Make up a better name.
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Tall, mysterious with a flair of drama. Oh I like him very
much. We should figure out what we did, so we can make em
again, Celeste said rubbing her hands together. I have a few
ideas I wouldnt mind exploring with him.
A little too fussy if you ask me. Maybe he would be better dark
and slightly more brooding, Terra suggested, getting to her
feet and rubbing the back of her neck.
Brooding is no fun, Celeste scoffed.
To each his own. Now then, what should we call our new
friend?
How about Sasha or Drake? Drake is a good name, strong
with a hint of malice.
Drake, Terra repeated. I can live with that. What do you
say? Will Drake work for you?
Wait until I tell Otto about this one, Drake huffed as he
turned to open the door. He pushed down on the door handle
and it swung open, bright light and warm wind laced withsummer blossoms flooded the room. Pink petals swirling
around him, catching in the tangle of his hair.
Not what I was expecting, Drake proclaimed.
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The twins walked towards him and stood in the light at his
sides.
The bread is definitely done, Terra stated. Wed betterhurry before it starts to burn.
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