#oncelerau

A whisper on the air A call from within Infinite riches if only I made a small sacrifice I didn't know what to expect when I burnt that bloodstained one-hundred dollar bill it was late at night, I had been alone for weeks, traveling towards a dreamland with just my noble steed Melvin by my side. Feeling desperate, I opened a thick letter from a rich great-uncle, who had passed away shortly before writing it. Among his many possessions, I had somehow ended up with this sealed package, with handwriting noting to open it: "whenever you are truly alone and need someone like you by your side, for guidance and support in all matters" Within the paper confines torn apart by my shivering hands, a few items slipped out First, a tiny matchbox with two matches Second, a dirty red pen knife Third, a one-hundred dollar bill And lastly, a note with a set of instructions on how to "deal with loneliness" via creating some sort of demon I looked around. In the desert I was camping in, there wasn't a soul for miles. Melvin was sound asleep and even then he was just an donkey. I wanted to feel something besides homesickness and isolation. So I followed the directions. All it took was a drop of blood, and the willingness to set the bloody cash ablaze whist looking into my reflection What happened next, I couldn't believe.....the most handsome sight, appeared before my very eyes....