[POEM]

The Warlock's Pet

Red gloves, dirty red gloves
slowly rise from below the torn robes.
The tip of the fingers together rendered
they part leaving the right hand centered.
The left snaps three times
the chains, the tiny bell on the crown chimes.

Smoke wooshes, erupts and cascades from the dirty boots
they swirl and form a sign at the roots.
Bones crack, the floor cracks
blood seeps out marking the demon's tracks.
So it begins, the moonlit nightly rounds
the screams end, two breaths remain the only sounds.

This is why the character development over the course of three books is so good. You dislike James initially and pardon my spoiler but eventually he gets resurrected as an undead servant of one the later antagonists. James has to do some gnarly shit but eventually he by chance loses his connection to his master and gains self control. Eventually he saves some fan favorites and joins with them for awhile before valiantly sacrificing himself to save a lot of people.

It was a sad ending to be sure, but he was deeply unsatisfied with his new undead form, so he was okay truly in the end.

Amazing story

That wrapped up so well

This one touched my heart

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This is absolutely amazing. It hooks the reader quite early, and although I can tell what the ending is, the emotional payoff is great. I hope to write like this one day.

Why do I have to be god?

You're not becoming god.

It's the power to do anything and know everything. It's god.

Ok, fine, if it makes you feel better you'll be god.

It doesn't. I don't want to be god.

And that's why you should be god.

That doesn't make any sense.

Sure it does. Anyone who wants to be god shouldn't be god.

...ok, fine, it makes sense. Still don't want it.

Again that's a good thing.

I came in here hoping I could get, like, perfectly cooked grilled cheese, or know every 5th question on any standardized test. What should I even do with something like this?

Don't know. That's for god to decide.

You're annoying, you know that?

I have been told. Now then, we are running out of time.

If we run out of time, do I get to not be god?

Nope, sorry. Just take it already. I'd prefer for this to be at least somewhat consensual.

Well it isn't.
Fine. If I blow up the world or erase our timeline or something it's on you.

Well, not on me really, but point taken. Good luck.

Yeah whatever.

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Very sweet!

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Fellow amateur here, this is great! I never would have guessed this was your first submission, keep it up! I also posted here, feel free to give it a read.

Hey. Replying so you get a notification in case you forget to write.

Wow. I got such an ache of dispair from this story. Well done.

Thank you 👍

The archmage stood over his traitorous student, his eyes burning with anger and betrayal. "I don't think you get it," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I didn't give up the sword because I am only good at magic or frail and weak. In fact, I was too good at it and that bored me."

The student scoffed and crossed his arms. "You expect me to believe that? You took that hit like a bitch. You're just trying to cover up the fact that you're too afraid to fight like a man."

The archmage's eyes narrowed, and an expression halfway between confusion and amusement crossed his face. "I'm not afraid to fight. I've been fighting for decades, defending this kingdom from all sorts of otherwordly foes, including some more terrible than you could imagine. But I've come to realize that physical violence is not the only way to solve problems. Sometimes, there are other ways. Ways that don't involve killing everything in sight."

"That's a weak excuse," sneered back the student. "You're just trying to justify your cowardice."

"I am not a coward," replied the archmage, his patience visibly running thin. "I am a man whose old age has granted him greater insight into the meaning of life. And if you can't recognize and respect wisdom when you see it, then you are not ready to be my student."

The student's face contorted in rage. "How dare you speak to me like that, after having just taken an ass-whooppin'? I should have known you were too soft to be a true master."

The archmage's anger boiled over at last. As the walls of the chamber grew ominously dark, he boomed, "You are no longer my student. You are a damnable traitor that is only alive this moment thanks to nothing but my scorned mercy, and I want nothing more to do with you. Begone! Out of my sight, and never return."

The student cowered in fear before a side of his master he had never seen before. Without speaking a word, he fled out of the chambers, his heart filled with bitterness and resentment. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but he wiped it away in embarassment. He was hell bent on getting revenge. Revenge for the shame he had brought upon himself.

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I stood on the rooftop, gazing out at the city below. My name was John, and I was a superhero. But unlike most superheroes, my power was a little bit different. You see, I had the ability to prevent collateral damage.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Preventing collateral damage? That doesn't sound very impressive." But trust me, it's a lot more useful than you might think.

You see, all the other superheroes loved to go all out in their battles, not worrying about the destruction they might cause in the process. And let me tell you, they caused a lot of destruction. I mean, have you seen the size of the craters that some of these guys leave behind? It's ridiculous.

That's where I came in. Whenever one of my fellow heroes was causing too much destruction, I would jump into action. My power would kick in, and I would be able to deflect any debris or damage that was headed towards innocent bystanders. It wasn't the most flashy power, but it was important work.

Unfortunately, the public didn't seem to understand my value. They saw me as a useless hero, someone who didn't do much in the grand scheme of things. But that didn't bother me too much. I mean, sure, it was a little frustrating when people would ask me what my power was and then give me a look of disappointment when I told them. But I knew that my fellow heroes appreciated my help, and that was all that mattered.

So I continued to stand on the rooftop, watching over the city and making sure that everyone was safe. It might not have been the most glamorous job, but it was a job that needed to be done. And as long as there were heroes out there causing chaos, I knew that I would always be needed.

Oh, and one more thing. If you ever see me on the street, please don't ask me to demonstrate my power. I promise you, it's not nearly as impressive as it sounds.

Incredible! What a pay-off!

I was a warlock, and I had formed a pact with a powerful demon. The times that I summoned them were the only solace they received from the long and brutal war that raged within their home dimension. At least, that's what I told myself as I stood in the grocery store, trying to summon the demon to help me carry my groceries home.

"Come on, demon," I muttered under my breath as I tried to focus my energy. "I know you're tired of being stuck in that dimension, so come on out and give me a hand."

But as I stood there, surrounded by confused shoppers, the demon failed to appear. I sighed, hefting my heavy bags of groceries and trudging out of the store.

As I made my way home, I couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. Here I was, a powerful warlock, and I couldn't even summon a demon to carry my groceries.

But as I stumbled up the steps to my apartment, my door suddenly burst open.

"What took you so long?" the demon demanded, standing in my doorway with a grocery bag in each hand. "I've been waiting for you for hours."

I stared at the demon in disbelief. "You were supposed to help me carry my groceries!" I exclaimed.

The demon shrugged. "I figured you were just summoning me for fun. You know, to give me a break from the war and all."

I couldn't help but laugh as I followed the demon inside. Maybe summoning them for mundane tasks wasn't exactly what I had signed up for when I made the pact, but it was nice to have a little help every now and then. And who knows, maybe the demon was enjoying the break from the war a little more than they let on.

He khs

Beautiful.

I really like this, well done!

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