#the daemon

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The Daemon

AD 210

Once upon a time when the Romans ruled the world, Britainnia fell under their rule they had walled off the north and made advances, all except one little fishing village on the west coast of what is now Scotland.

You see, what had made this fishing village different from everyone else is the fact that the Romans were afraid of it and wouldn't go anywhere near. The generals had sent wave after wave to our humble village but it didn't matter, then outcome was the same, nothing. No soldier who was sent to that village ever returned, save one who was allowed to live so long as he told every Roman he met about the things he'd seen.

He told tales of the might of the Roman Empire being slaughtered and beheaded by a single man, just one man. However, there was more to him than that, he was a black eyed daemon sent by their Pagan gods or at least, that's what the madness had brought to the broken mind of the soldier. It couldn't be true... could it?

Now, some say that that the stories were just that, stories made to intimidate but the generals had to be sure. They had dispatched on of their own to go to the village and meet with this so called 'daemon.' The General they chose to send, Marcus, had been the most sceptical of them. He couldn't see any way past the idea that this was simply a scare tactic and nothing more.

When he arrived at the village, Marcus found himself expected. There was a man sat on a log waiting for him, in the distance they had built a cross, a signifier that Romans were to turn back they were not welcome even one step beyond the cross.

The man still sat there, unmoving, he wore clothing which Marcus had found unexpected he had thought these Pagans were all sex crazy filth who walked around completely naked like the uneducated barbarians they were.

"You seek the daemon," a statement, not a question. The man spoke to him in perfect Latin. "Do you speak Latin? How about Gaulish? Celtic then? Do you even talk at all?" Marcus was left dumbfounded, the man switched languages with every question as easily as he could. The man's eyes never leaving Marcus, looking for the slightest sign that he needs to bury his axe into this man.

Brain: Hey so you haven’t been in deep emotional distress for like a month

Me: I know it’s pretty g--

Brain: You should trigger yourself

Me: What.

Brain: Come on let’s watch Cat Scratch Fever--

Me: No! What the fuck--

Brain: You know you want to~

Me: NO, I DO NOT. WE’RE NOT GOING TO DO THAT.

Brain:

Brain: Fine.

Me: Thank you.

Brain: Moon of the Wolf instead.

Me: NO.

Brain: Doomsday?