A Demon Wakes

The Conjuring

A Demon Wakes

Flames occurred around the campfire as men and women in robes circled around the flames. Drums roared through the night and chants became louder and louder. One robed figure headed to the centre and raised its arms. Lifting the hood, the figure revealed to be a bald burly man. He raised his arms in the air and the chanting stopped.

“My friends, here is the first night of the rising,” he looked up to the sky. “I beckon thee here to this dismal planet and let me be your sire!” Another robed figure walked forward and handed him a blade. The robed figure grabbed his arm and slit the blade down the middle. Blood oozed into the fire. The flames rose higher to the stars and there a shudder, rocked the ground.

“Yes, yes, I hear you oh great one.” He opened his mouth and a swarm of vapour from the night sky beamed down to his mouth. The leader gripped the robed figure by his neck and squeezed the life out of him.

“I am alive,” he roared.

The man let go of his lifeless victim as the figure slumped to the floor. There he began to devour every one of his followers one by one to the death.