This is the second in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing from 2nd December 2012 until the 1st December 2013. It’s intent is to keep me writing throughout the year, and not just in November. you can find out more about the challenge here.
Damnation in the Living World, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 3rd December 2012
Word count: 1,000
Theme: fantasy, sex, devil’s pact
Warning: Some relatively mild sexual content, and gore beyond the read more
In an inn, a huddled figure wrapped in a hood, drinking from a mug.
A well dressed noble entered the inn and looked around, and walked over to the huddled figure.
“You’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble,” the noble said, his voice was that of a snake’s hiss. “Might be, you can make up for your transgression, Raynard.”
The figure grunted, and suddenly found his mind flying backwards through his recent history, quite involuntarily.
Raynard Climes looked around blinking. He had been lying on the battle field amid a pile of soldiers, all dead or dying, his guts trying to escape from the gash across his belly, trying to hold them in, struggling to stay alive. Now he found himself stood up, on what he did not know, because it was just glowing red, all around. He was still holding his stomach though, he could see the blood still seeping.
“Ah, you poor dear,” a woman’s voice said.
Raynard turned behind him, looking for the voice, as he turned the red gave way to something more solid, a bedroom, the likes of which he had never seen before, a room fit for a noble. In the centre was an ornate four- poster bed, and equally ornate furniture.
Then his eyes focused on a lithe woman dressed in a gossamer gown that seemingly covered her modesty, yet offered tantalising views of the figure beneath.
“Won’t you sit?” she asked, nodding at a chair.