Asking for a Chill
I was told to stop meddling in the affairs of mortals, but where was the fun in that? They were such funny creatures, these delicate, sensitive beings. After so long, anything was better than the dreary existence the other immortals expected me to live.
I skipped down the street spreading chaos in my wake. The screams and swearing lit up my life and begged me to expand my creative repertoire. Doing the things, the same way twice, was too easy.
I noticed a decent sized crowd gathered in a field. If I sparked a flame, I could cause a sweet level of chaos with so many people gathered around.
Standing in the center of the crowd was a man dressed in a black top hat and tails. The group was enraptured by him.
I was ready.
I rushed over with an excited giggle, snapped my fingers, ignited a flame, and came up behind the man. I would set his tails alight and catch him off guard.
I reached down and…
He vanished in a plume of black smoke.
“What the hell?” I said. “No one can avoid me.”
He appeared in front of me and snarled.
“No mortal can avoid you,” he said. “ I am no mortal. You have been warned countless times. You chose not to listen. So, you will now pay the price.”
I shrugged. “You aren’t the first to say that, and you won’t be the last,” I said. “I’m not a big enough fish to fry.”
A wicked smile flashed across his face, and I knew then I’d pressed my luck too far.
“So, you were once,” he said. “You’ve earned the attention you’re going to get.”
I turned to run, but cold, iron manacles clamped around my wrists. A scream died in my throat as a flaming void opened before me.
The man in the tails pushed me inside.
Only then, did I scream.
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