THE BLACK WARLOCK
MICRO STORIES
Nicolás J Marinelli
Standing in the solitude of that hill, the Black Warlock uttered the forbidden words and let some of his blood spill onto the cold granite slab. The air around him suddenly froze, and a gigantic portal appeared out of nowhere, darkening the daytime sky.
From within, a terrifying demon unfolded its enormous wings as it emerged. Once outside, the abominable creature paused to gaze upon the old man who had dared summon it, and through eyes that seemed like burning embers, it fixed its cold stare directly into the Warlock's soul.
The Warlock, mustering courage, commanded the demon:
Destroy all of my enemies. Leave not a single one of them on the face of the Earth. I want to see their heads roll at my feet! — and, swallowing hard, he shouted — Do it now, go at once!
The demon flapped its wings and disappeared behind a mountain range. Some time later, the demon returned with a large sack, filled to the brim.
I have finished off all your enemies —he said, dropping the sack on the ground before the Warlock. From the sack, a few heads rolled out.
Are they all there? —the Warlock asked, rubbing his bony hands.
All —the demon nodded —except for one. I cannot kill him... unless you explicitly request it.
—Of course I authorize you... stupid demon! That’s why I summoned you. Every single one of my enemies’ heads must roll before me. No one escapes my wrath. No one, is that clear? —the Warlock snarled, enraged.
The demon remained silent and smiled. And, with a single swipe of its long claws, it severed the Warlock's head, which rolled until it stopped at his own feet.
