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Devil's Ride - Super-natural
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Jun 30, 2012 02:31 PM Introduction
Irianose started with:
As I was walking in the big black woods of Norway, I met the Devil and he offered me a ride. He looked just like I remembered him from an old tale. He loved to appear, disguised as an animal. The devil had a pointed snout resembling a fox and long red hair growing on his arms and legs. His eyes looked human, glistering with joy as I was pondering whether or not to take his kind offer. He was the Devil, you can never watch out enough, particularly when he offers you a ride. He said: "You do look tired, let me carry you a while". And tired I was indeed, I had just fled the war and my army to join my family. I had been walking for more than forty miles without food, barely having to drink. The longer I was running through the big black woods the weaker I was getting. The devastating thought of not being with my family for so long and knowing that I had hundreds of miles still to cover drove me to accept the devils offer and I knew right then and there that it was the biggest mistake of my life. But I was too weak to admit it to myself. I just let myself go and jumped on the devils back. His eyes gleamed with joy. Clamping his fur, I thought: ”Oh God, I am only human, I’m tired and I want to go home. Let God save my soul”. The devil was keeping up at high speed and I felt that it was just going to be a matter of hours before I was home. The rain was pouring down from the grey sky above, but the Devil went at a steady pace, running fast. Then suddenly the feeling of regret started to kick in as his kindness could never last. The fire in his eyes… When he saw my home through the branches and the leaves, I knew I was doomed. I could see my darling loved one and my children and when the Devil stood right in front of them I wished I had died at war. Seconds later I saw my wife and daughters sitting giggling on the Devils back, flying through the sky, disappearing at the horizon. Aghast I looked around. At last I was home.



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