Bryan W. Alaspa
Copyright 2006 Bryan W. Alaspa
For Jason and Karmen, two friends who helped me get through a lot.
The demon stretched itself and smiled, well, as much as a being without form could do such a thing. It felt tingles running up and down the length of its consciousness. It had been imprisoned for millennia now, but it was not alone. No, it had souls, countless numbers of them, absorbed into the madness and violence that was its essence, to keep him company.
It longed to be free, sure, but it had time. It was eternal. And above him, within the human's dimension (for its consciousness extended into all dimensions and realms) something was happening.
It had been imprisoned, throughout all of its dimensions and realms, by magic and spells and things beyond the world of humans. Imprisoned in this dimension, unable to extend beyond its prison, to absorb more souls. It was weak after the thousands, perhaps millions, of years it had been down there, but it was not powerless. It longed to reach out and find more humans. Humans were the tastiest. Their souls screamed the longest.
The many years had taken its toll on the forces that kept it imprisoned. Now the forces that bound it were also weak, while the demon itself grew stronger.
Then, one day, purely by random, a pinhole was opened into its prison. It was small, but it was enough. And it flexed its weakened muscles. The demon reached out and tasted freedom.