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“Don’t worry, I’ve got you buddy,” said Bob. The floor under his feet hadn’t disappeared.
Bob pulled me all the way back up. I hadn’t realized he was that strong. As I got to my feet, another section of floor disappeared beside us.
“Let’s move forward quickly,” I said. Fear gave me all the motivation I needed. I didn’t enjoy the feeling of dangling in midair.
We ran further into the temple while sections of the floor of the temple kept randomly disappearing. As if that wasn’t enough, several undead monsters kept attacking us at random intervals. They were always undead and it required all of my necromancer knowledge to defeat them quickly. This appeared to all be part of the test. Bob wasn’t very helpful with the undead but everything was going well until the floor dropped out from under my feet again.
Once again Bob caught me. This was getting very tiresome very quickly.
“Don’t worry, I got you!” said Bob as he began to drag me up again.
Suddenly his watch started to beep and a strange look appeared on his face. He had stopped pulling me up and I was still hanging over nothing.
“Are you ok, Bob?”
A tattoo of praying hands appeared on Bob’s forehead as he released my hand and I fell back into the darkness, completely surprised at the turn of events.
Chapter 38
Outside the temple, the small city that had popped up thanks to Cronus was glowing orange in the night. Someone had set the city on fire. I swear it wasn’t me, I was still falling.
Outside the building that the workers had set up in the city, a guard stabbed a demon through the stomach, but the demon seemed unaffected. The guard turned to run, but the demon ripped his head off. He was dead before he even realized it. Luckily, he had died so fast he hadn’t felt any pain.
“Don’t come any closer!” cried another guard as the demon stalked towards him. He continued stepping backwards until he tripped and the demon was upon him.
Pressed up against the side of the building was the last guard currently alive. That guard grabbed the handle of the building door and upon finding it unlocked, he rushed inside. He slammed the door behind him and began moving everything he could find in front of the door, including a potted plant.
When he turned around, he found a rather large and hairy man sitting behind a large desk doing paper work. The man was an accountant and as such, he was accustomed to working late.
“Can I help you?” the accountant asked the panicking guard in a calm voice as he looked over his glasses.
“Demons! Behind! Killing! Hurry!” was all the guard was able to say at the moment.
The accountant looked at him over his glasses, waiting for him to continue.
“Is there a backdoor? We need to get out of here!” screamed the guard.
The man behind the desk put his pen down, stood up, and walked over to the stone wall behind him. The suit he was wearing looked particularly sharp. He pressed down hard on one of the stones in the wall and part of the wall swung outwards. Night air rushed into the room.
“I came up with the idea after one particularly bad tax season,” the accountant stated.
The demons began pounding on the door. The accountant turned to look back at the door that was shuttering under the pounding of demon fists. When he turned back, the guard was long gone.
He shook his head from side to side and went to sit back down at his desk. He refused to run from demons. He was an accountant. He was no longer afraid of dying. He had paperwork he needed to finish. He always had paperwork he needed to finish. His name was Mark. He had thought being an accountant would be fun, but he had been wrong.
The army of demons eventually managed to break down the door and get into his office. Mark looked up from his paperwork and looked right at them calmly.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Arahgaa,” was the demon’s only reply.
“If you don’t have an appointment, then I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”
Mark opened the top drawers of his desk on the right and left side. From the drawers he removed two silver pistols. The demons continued forward and in moments the floor was covered with the bodies of dead demons, each with a bullet dead center in their head. Several more flooded into the room as Mark reloaded his guns.
The guns packed an extra punch, as glowing blue runes covered the barrel and grip of each pistol. He knew people. Accountants know where all the bodies are buried.
Sadly, he realized the number of demons pouring in far outweighed the number of bullets he had. He continued to sit at his desk, calmly reloading his guns as the demons got closer and closer.
“Still not as bad as that tax season…” he mused to himself, reaching down and flipping a switch inside the drawer of his desk. Heavy metal started playing from speakers underneath his desk.
He looked over at the wall where the escape exit was. He realized he wouldn’t be able to make it in time before the demons pulled him down. There were just too many of them.
Demons continued to pour into his office. When they were less than a foot away, he reached across his desk with his left arm and pressed an imaginary intercom button, sending his last bullet into the skull of the nearest demon with his right arm.
“Martha, please send in my next appointment,” he said.
There was a concussive blast and then silence.
Chapter 39
I was falling, but I don’t know for how long. I knew it felt as if it had been a few years. I was bored out of my mind.
Then