so i decided to write short story for lord dantalion but not sure how it sounds its not complete i might turn it into a full length novel yet either i just started it but idk please feel free to put any input or comment …
the demons mate and the three keys
I looked out the window, watching the clouds pass by thinking, this class couldn’t be more boring. The teacher droned on with her lesson as i started to do some drawing in my journal, a man with beautiful black hair and an elegant face and darkened eyes and a smirk that rest on his blissful face.
‘If only you were real…’ i thought to myself.
The bell rung as the final class of the day came to an end, i walked to my locker to grab my backpack and my jacket.
I jumped and looked at my friend sarah who had a starky smirk on her face.
“Don’t do that!” i yelled at her trying to catch my breath.
“Sorry, you make it too easy i can’t just leave you alone.” she laughed.
“Are you kidding me ? i swear your trying to kill me.” i told her.
“If i wanted to i’d do it already but i don’t. Any way hey you going to Jerry’s party tonight ? i hear it’s going to be off the wall insane” she said.
“Ok do me a favor……stop quoting michael jackson song titles in your speech and no i’m not……” i told her.
“I cant stop i haven’t got enough.” she laughed .
“And why its going o be so fun i can’t wait it’s going to be heaven tonight.” she sighed as we walked down the hall towards the exit.
“Why so i could go by myself while everyone else makes out with each other……no i’m good.” i tell her as i scrunch up my nose.
“Suit yourself……i’m going with your brother.” she smiled.
“Good luck with that.” i tell her as she hoped in his car and waved goodbye.
I shook my head and got in my car and drove home. Nikolai and my best friend Saah have been together for a while now its not as strange as it use to be seeing them together anymore it just leaves me feeling kinda left out.
I throw my keys on the kitchen table and walk up to my room and shut the door behind me.
I took out my canvas and drew the same guy again only this time, sitting in a chair next to a fireplace reading a book. I painted him in blacks and red colors. A few hours had passed and i was finished a perfect painted canvas of my imagination.
“Man….i wish you were real. Now what do i call you?” I said out loud to no one in particular.
‘Dantalion’ hear faintly.
I looked around the room as if someone was with me.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
But, no one replied.
“Yep….i’m officially going crazy. Dantalion huh….how do you even spell that…?” i mumble as i wrote the name on the canvas and signed it.
“Its done.” i said as i smiled and looked over my beautiful accomplishment.
I decided to take a shower and eat before i went to bed. I chanted that name over and over again in my head. I thought it fit perfectly, a beautiful name for a beautiful painting.
Once i got upstairs i felt this incredible strong energy it was strange. I sat on my bed and looked around the room then at my painting. I stared at it lovingly for a moment and thought i wish he was real one last time before i laid down. Then i heard it, it was like paper ripping, i immediately sat up from my bed and scanned the room, then my eyes laid back on the painting….the thought of what i was seeing made my skin crawl….the man was no longer looking at the book but, now he was facing me. I rubbed my eyes as another sound that sounded like it was paper was being torn was heard i looked back at the painting as the energy was getting stronger and my heart rate started to pick up faster, i started to panic, he was standing up completely and had a mischievous grin on his face.
“This can’t be happening….i’m dreaming i know i’m dreaming……” i said as he stepped out of the painting completely.
“This is no dream my dear.” was all i heard before i blacked out.