Disclaimer: The Dresden Files belong to The Scifi Channel and JIm Butcher. This is a fan fiction based on The Dresden Files TV series.
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Dresden's worst foe!
It was foul and loathsome. It was hideous! It was huge! No magick could be used against it. No. This was something Dresden chose to face with his bare hands. He had to do this alone. He had to prove his own stamina to himself. The smell was noxious. It could easily knock a grown man over. It was pungent enough that the powerful wizard felt himself become light headed. It was worse than the smell of brimstone though Harry had to admit it had a similar quality. The awful, noxious. reek of the foul substance permeated the air and made the battle difficult.
Harry raised his weapon high before plunging it down. He shoved his weapon it into the mound of the gooey flesh-like substane that had once had a grainial sand-like quality and now this thing was a loathsome, damp clay, like the flesh of a ghoul rotting in the sun. He pulled his weapon out and the foul substance from within the clay-like matter rested there, sticky against his weapon. He groaned in disgust. This was showing Harry the truly disgusting nature of what his foe was literally made of! And it was more revolting and horrible than he had anticipated. He had tried to prepare himself for this. He had breathed slowly and deeply before this began. He had anticipated what he thought would be the worst of it. But as he did battle it seemed that the monstrous thing had somehow expanded on him, grown and slithered.
He lowered the weapon again. That horrible reek seemed a defense mechanism to ward the wizard away but he would not back down. Sometimes things must be done. Sometimes the enemy must be faced head on. Sometimes only one person can face the true horrors of the universe when no one else can. And Harry Dresden knew that only he could vanquish this... evil. He knew, deep down inside, that somehow he was accountable for this. And he had to deal with it. And yes, it was evil for nothing in nature could ever truly be this foul, this horrible, this horrendous... this sick! He had to banish this thing from his home. His wards could not protect him from this horror. Harry Dresden was ready. He would win this battle!
'Mister, what did you eat!?' Yet again Harry shoved the little shovel into the litter box taking out a clump and placing it into the waste basket.
A ghostly apparition of man wearing a black, expensive looking, suit was in the room. He had white hair and stood to the far side of the room. His arms were folded. On each wrist were manacle bracelets with runes carved into them, runes which on close inspection were actually the spokes of The Third Pentacle of Saturn, a symbol for binding, and controlling spirits.
Bob looked down in disgust as Harry knelt over the litter box. 'Your cooking, no doubt.'
The End
