The Chalice of Novotrix had journeyed from the times of magic. Six hundred years had passed since the demon Novotrix had been trapped inside. With people rarely touching the cup, the demon couldn’t see through their eyes. It had no idea how the world had changed.
Fifteen-year old Philip found it in a curio shop and took it home.
“At last!” roared Novotrix from within the cramped cavern of “otherness.” He knew that when human blood entered the chalice, his murderous pleasures could return to the world.
“Young philip worships the dark arts,” grinned Novotrix. Looking through Philip’s eyes he saw that Philip preferred piercings depicting devils, and displayed a ghoulish tattoo. He wore a T-shirt from the “Bone Eaters Delight” concert, depicting demons consuming horrified people.
“Yes! He is a sorcerer,” growled Novotrix. “My return to the Human world is at hand! Entrails shall drape my flesh once more. The horrified screams of my victims shall thrill these ears again!”
He watched excitedly until Philip (Gut_Ripper887) began playing World of Warcraft.
Novotrix sagged a little. “Perhaps he will still drink blood?” he mused, hopefully. Then his black heart sank.
Philip filled the Chalice with Mountain Dew.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/01/15/sunday-photo-fiction-january-15th-2017/