Brenna found the strange paints in a curio store. She thought it her muse encouraging her to paint a horrific demon.
Then the creature stepped out of the canvas.
Weeks later, Ankhpethylax demanded she create another minion for it.
Exhausted, Brenna said, “No more.”
“Do you refuse, again?” scowled the demon. “The agony will be ten times worse!”
Brenna shuddered. The last psychic lashing was excruciating. She began to work, but so did her true muse.
Days later, she unveiled the canvas.
“Excellent!” said Ankhpethylax. “My most terrifying servant, yet.”
“It’s not your servant,” smiled Brenna. “Say hello to, Demon Eater.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/07/22/24-july-2020/
I was in the mood for a horror story. Don’t be frightened. Your regularly scheduled goofy humor will return soon. 😉