The Demon Rolmar

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Author: A. Griffin
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became dormant once more.
    Rolmar walked down a dimly lit hall that led to another peculiar room. On either side of the hall were stone, demonic faces that began to speak to him as he made his way down the long corridor.
    “Leaving again, are we?” uttered the faces, which always spoke in unison. The words resonated through the hall.
    “Yes.”
    “What planet has been indicted this time?”
    “The planet Vestar, whose inhabitants are as worthless as the resource-drained planet they reside on,” Rolmar said.
    “You intend to destroy it then?” the faces asked.
    “By whatever means necessary.”
    “I feel this mission may prove to be more difficult than you expect.”
    “Why is that?”
    But Rolmar had reached the end of the hall, and the faces had suddenly become quiet. The two large, bronze doors that awaited him began to open. This room contained the power source of his domicile—a marble-sized, black orb that floated in the middle of the room. To be precise, it wasn’t a room because there were no solid surfaces, just an expanse of space. It was contained in the house and yet it looked as if Rolmar had stepped into a different dimension. The orb was called a Suvir, and Rolmar was the only inhabitant on Pentar who possessed one. The marble controlled all the spells that caused different things to happen in the domicile. It was a computer in the sense that it contained a special set of commands that were executed at specific times. The magic commands controlled certain things like the lighting of the domicile and the opening and closing of doors.
    When Rolmar walked over to the object, it sensed his presence and floated closer to him. He stretched out his palms on either side of the orb, and after a few moments it began to change. Its black color faded until it was entirely clear and it shrank to one-tenth of its natural size. This turned off the Suvir and stopped the subsequent actions that it controlled. After seeing to this task, the demon left the room and walked back down the hall. Before exiting back into the main rotunda of his abode, the demon heard a final snicker from the faces, which eventually faded into an ominous silence.
    The air was crisp outside, and the golden sky welcomed the demon as he exited his home. After taking one final look back at the mountain and sealing off the entrance, Rolmar made a fist; the sky grew black, and tumultuous winds swept over the land. A portal emerged high above the clouds of the world. Blue electricity circled its perimeter, cracking and sparking as it made its slow, purposeful way around the gate. The sight caused the demon’s heart to stir with malicious content. With luminous eyes cast upward, Rolmar clasped his hands together tightly and said, “This is going to be great fun.”

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    C HAPTER 4
    I t was a frigid night in Glencoe, Missouri. The only visible light on Old State Road came from a tavern, whose usual patrons sought warmth on this cold night, and as always, were intent on escaping their woes in tall glasses of ale. A tall man wearing glasses and a worn, brown-leather jacket exited the bar, letting the heavy, wooden door fall shut behind him. He headed south toward his home, which was about a mile away.
    Adam Livingston walked the streets hurriedly and ignored the shadows that toyed with his mind, borrowing images directly from his nightmares. The wind was no help to him, for it seemed to animate the shadows, making them dance. He passed by the familiar oak tree that marked the halfway point between the bar and his home. Almost home , he thought. But as he walked by the enormous tree, something registered in his peripheral vision. What was that? It looked like a green flash. It must have been my mind, up to its usual tricks again. The thought was convincing for several more yards, until he heard the sound of rustling leaves behind him. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. But like poor Orpheus, something compelled him to look back and when he did,

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