Challenge #01988-E164: Here Comes Trouble — Steemit
Hathreon followed the Crowley School of low-grade evil. From little annoyances, big cruelties grow. The demon could count overpriced, slow coffee, constant urban renovations, and the kind of people who insist on going into the backs of crowded elevators when they’re only riding one floor. Someone else beat hir to the kids that press every button on the elevator control panels.
Today is the day that the right demon with the right philosophy ticked off the wrong person. Most humans will, when confronted with a bad mood, spread it around to everyone in their aura. Thus having a ripple effect that can, in certain circumstances, turn into a tsunami of vileness.
But not all humans…
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Challenge #01824-D363: A Slice of Salvation — Steemit
There are some songs you just can’t sing. Or bits of them that only the singer can manage. And in those moments, the rest of the world just utters a string of gibberish that sort of almost fits what’s really there. The most popular examples of this are Felize Navidad and the middle bit of One Week. There are always others. You know the ones.
Alek was in the middle of some intricate design for a customer when one such song was playing on the radio. And since he loved to whistle -and more- whilst he worked, the gibberish came out just as he finished the red-toned circle. There was something of a bang, if one could use such a bland, four-letter word for the cacophony of noise that resulted.
The cake was ruined, and there was a confused someone standing in the middle of it. Despite the horns, the fangs, and the general redness of skin, as well as the soot and grime of burned brimstone, their face was an open book and the current page said, What the fuck? They took in the scenery of the back room of a cake shop, the sprawled figure of Alek, and the general mess that was once a very pretty cake and said, “Uhm… who… dares summon me? Please?”