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"Karl... Why the '''''FUCK''''' are you calling me at midnight?!"
Startled by his
"Paul Bla-, what are you talking about? He is not re-" Out of nowhere, Paul interrupts Ryen and exclaims, "Excuse me, do you have any Skittles?" Ryen heard him, "He's real, is he?" "Yes, he is. And could you buy some Skittles? I don't have any." Ryen was silent for a while, and reluctantly accept the offer, and hung up. I look back at Paul. "Skittles? Out of all food and beverages, you want that?" He was slightly
Oh my God, this is going to be one long night.
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"Sorry, Karl...I didn't mean to fall down on her."
The manager grabs her phone out, and dials 911. "YOU...You're under arrest, fucker!"
Well, shit. We're going to jail.
== Chapter 5:
"So... we're not going to McDonald's?"
I turned at Paul Blart, who was somehow eating a glazed donut.
"Well, gee, Paul. I don't know! Maybe we won't be able to, because ''we're in jail!''" I respond to him, in a snarky manner. I was completely tired of this crap. I'm cursed, we got five hours left. Fucking hurray.
Suddenly, there was a mysterious voice out in the shadows. A deep voice, gravelly. It was similar to Johnny Cash, albeit more sinister. "You...you're the Monster...Pāvils..." Me and Paul look at the source of the strange voice, wondering who could it be. Turns out it was just a old man, in his 80s, at least. He had a beard, with heterochromatic eyes, one green and one blue. He was a strange man, indeed.
Paul was the first to respond to this stranger. "Why, yes. I am Paul, but I don't recall being a king." The stranger cries out in agony, "You! You are the monster, and you killed my brother! I'll never forgive you, you bastard!" I looked at Paul with confusion. He was equally as confused. "What? Me murdering something? No.. I could never have done such a thing." The stranger was not pleased. He got up, on his feet, and lunged at Paul, with a bloodcurdling cry, only to be snagged by the leash on his neck that was attached to the wall. "Quit lying, you malicious bastard! You killed my brother, 66 years ago!" I looked at Paul, once again, but with anger. "Paul. Tell me, did you do this?" He was still confused, as if this was something ''new'' to him. I ask the stranger, "I don't understand, what did he do?" The stranger sat down calmly, like a monk in the mountains.
July 9th, 1951. Down in Wilmington, two brothers lived in the suburbs. Edgar Bancroft, 23, and Lionel Bancroft Jr., 15. Edgar was an amateur dark magician, but he would never use the Dark Arts for harm. Rather, he wants to use the magic to help the Army for wars to come. Lionel, on the other hand, was just a student, and he loved to draw. However, Edgar was a quite protective brother, but for a different reason. Their parents were members of the military, and both tragically passed away during World War II. Their father, a seaman, died in the attacks in Pearl Harbor, and their mother, a nurse, died from lung cancer two years later. They had nothing but themselves, and with Edgar being the oldest member in the family, sworn to protect Lionel at all costs.
However, on that day, July 9th, Edgar decided to try a new spell in his book of the Dark Arts. A new spell, with no description. However, Edgar was a man with a strong sense of curiosity. So, without thinking, he tries the spell. With a wave of his right hand, he cries out the magic spell.
''"Modo gallico fricta cum velis!"''
At first, there was silence. Then, a cry. But it was a cry that Edgar recognize. It was...no, that is impossible. But then, the silence came back.
Edgar dropped his book, and ran to his brother's room, only to see a demonic creature, with the blood of his brother on his hands. Edgar did not scream, rather whispered regret. "What have I done..." The creature looked at Edgar, and growled at it. It had a voice similar to Paul, but it was much deeper.
"Tu neprātīgs cilvēks. Jūs nevarat uzzināt burvestību un dziedāt to kā neko. Esmu Pāvils, Memeļu karalis. Pārliecinieties, ka tas nav pirmais tikšanās reizē."
Then, the monster disappeared, into a cloud of smoke. Edgar realized what he has done, and he cried. Cried to whoever was listening from above, and begged for mercy.
After the tragedy, Edgar was arrested, after he confessed that it was him who killed his brother. He was sentenced for life in prison. To this day, 66 years later, the wound in Edgar's soul was never cleansed. Never cleaned, he regretted crying out the spell, and hope that forgiveness will come at the end of his life.
Paul was speechless. He didn't understand it, but he could feel something. I, on the other hand, felt disgusted. "Did you do that, Paul?" He was silent. "Answer me!" Paul was still silent, presumably with regret. He gave an empty look, staring at the floor. Finally, Paul gave an alibi. "I'm sorry, Karl. I didn't know." I slugged his shoulder hard, "Don't fucking bullshit me, Paul." He reacted from the slug and the hiss of my voice, but did not spoke a word. "We have a grieving man, who believes you killed his brother. Now, answer my question. Did you do it?" After a moment to think about it, Paul nodded. I took a step back. This reveal came to me like a flood, and I was emotionally swept away from this.
I walked my way to Edgar, with my back against Paul. "I need you to use your magic." Edgar hissed at me, with the same tone. "No! I cannot trifle with dark magic anymore! I might cause harm again!" "I understand, Edgar. But this is critically important. I need you to use your magic to summon the monster." Edgar, like a distressed child, cried. "I told you, kid! I will not do it!" "Fine. I will do it." I groaned, reluctantly. I got up, and inhaled deeply. "No!" exclaimed Paul and Edgar, in unison.
"Awaken, Pāvils, King of Memes!" I cry out. I did not know the words, but Paul had a reaction to it. He roared ferociously, and it eyes were blacker than night. Paul was no more. Paul was a demon.
Paul's form did not change. However, his personality and the tone of voice was more aggressive. Almost animal-like. He looked at me, and cried in anger. "Karl... tu esi kļūdījies..." He was attempting to disappear. Edgar looked at him with fear. "That's him! That's the monster!" I dived at Paul's leg, to prevent him from disappearing. Suddenly, everything was pitch black. I couldn't see. I knew that I was still holding onto Paul's leg, but I did not know where I was.
== Chapter 6: Hell ==
Darkness.
Hell was dark. Literally. I could not see shit. I guess demons have special eyes or some shit, because I need those right now. Who knows, I might accidentally step on a ghoulish stalagmite. Whoever was there, I called out "Can somebody turn on the lights? I can't see jack-shit!"
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