Chapter 13; The Demon
The Imp couldn't contain an evil smile. He was an evil creature; therefore he couldn't contain such things. Evil creatures like to show an evil smile. Oh, and they absolutely adore to give the maniacal laugh. And don't forget that they also like to spoil the evil plot by telling the Hero the evil plan.
Evil creatures were evil, but they were not necessary smart. Not as such. It is usually the opposite. Dumb as a door knob. But the Imp wasn't dumb. No, sir!
The Imp was the exact opposite of dumb. He was smart.
"Master… What if I told you that I have a plan?" – asked the Imp.
The Necromancer looked at his Familiar and shrugged.
"Well… You always come up with the plans. I usually just nod and say good boy and stuff like that." – stated the Necromancer.
The Necromancer on the other hand was the exact opposite of smart. He was dumb. No! Not just dumb. Hat would offend dumb people. He was more than that… He had achieved perfection in that particular area. He was "the" dumbest person alive.
"Shut up! I have a plan!" – yelled the Imp.
"You have said that already, Imp." – said the Necromancer.
The Imp sighed.
"The "shut up" part?" – inquired the Imp.
The Necromancer looked thoughtful.
"Well… You do say that a lot. But, no, not that… The part about the plan." – explained the Necromancer.
"Ah, yes! The plan! It is an evil and diabolical plan! Give the laugh!" – ordered the Imp.
"Why?" – asked the Necromancer.
"I said that the plan was evil and diabolical. You should give the maniacal laugh when you hear such words." – growled the Imp.
"But you say those words every minute or so. I would literally die laughing, if I laugh every time I hear those words." – murmured the Necromancer.
The Imp started yelling curses.
"Don't be such a whining baby! Do it! Now!" – demanded the Imp.
The Necromancer just stood there grinning like an idiot.
"What?" – asked the Imp.
"I don't like to give the maniacal laugh. So I am showing you my evil grin instead." – explained the Necromancer.
The Imp seemed lost in his thoughts. By his empty stare they involved murder and torture.
"Your what?" – inquired the Imp.
"Evil grin. If there is an evil laugh, why can't there be an evil grin?" – asked the Necromancer.
"There are evil grins, you idiot! But that isn't an evil grin! You look like you are going to the bathroom or something!" – raged the Imp.
The Necromancer nodded.
"So that's why I felt my robe warmer." – said the Necromancer.
The Imp looked down and sighed.
"And it is a bit wet, too." – stated the Necromancer.
"I could have chosen a Pale Master as my Master… But no… I chose the idiot!" – growled the Imp.
"Who is this idiot you keep talking about, Imp?" – asked the Necromancer.
The Imp's eyes reflected pure hatred.
"Just… just… shut up!" – squeaked the Imp.
The Necromancer shrugged.
"Hey, I was playing cards with the gang. You were the one that called me here to talk about your evil plan and…" – stated the Necromancer.
The Imp seemed to bright up after hearing that. He had forgotten about the plan.
"Shut up! I remember my plan now…" – yelled the Imp.
The Necromancer decided to shut up. The Imp was starting to drool. When he started to do that, the Necromancer usually find it best to shut up.
"My plan, Master… Is to summon a Demon!" – explained the Imp.
The Necromancer nodded. What else could he do?
"But we won't summon just any Demon… Oh, no! That wouldn't be diabolical! It would be evil. But it wouldn't be evil and diabolical!" – continued the Imp.
The Necromancer nodded again.
"We are going to summon…" – yelled the Imp.
More drool was beginning to appear around the Imp's mouth. The Necromancer did his best not to notice. He was feeling disgusted already because of the smells of the swamp; he didn't need any more incentives for feeling disgusted.
The Necromancer waited several minutes. It had seemed an eternity for him.
"Imp? Did your brain melt or something?" – asked the Necromancer.
The Imp sighed.
"What do you mean by that, brainless fool?" – demanded the Imp.
"I have waited for several minutes for you to complete the sentence. Who are we summoning, then?" – inquired the Imp.
The Imp spited on the ground.
"I was just creating a dramatic moment, Master." – explained the Imp.
The Necromancer looked around and shrugged.
"But it is just me and you, Imp. The Undead are too busy saying "Brains! Brains! Brains!" and stuff like that. Plus… They could use a bath or two." – whispered the Necromancer.
The Imp growled.
"I know that it is just you and me, you idiot! But as a bad guy, I have to create dramatic moments!" – raged the Imp.
"You have?" – inquired the Necromancer.
The Imp nodded.
"Trust me on this. It is like the maniacal laugh. Evil guys have to create dramatic moments." – stated the Imp.
The Necromancer seemed thoughtful for a moment, the nodded.
"I don't understand why, but I have to agree with you." – said the Necromancer.
"Why?" – demanded the Imp.
"Because I don't want you to hurt me… again." – explained the Necromancer.
The Imp laughed at that statement. Those had been good times, indeed!
"Very well! Where was I?" – inquired the Imp.
"We are going to summon…" – reminded the Necromancer.
"We are going to summon…" – yelled the Imp.
The Necromancer looked expectantly at his Familiar. Sweat started to cross the Wizard's face.
"We are going to summon… the Nameless One!" – concluded the Imp.