Once long ago in the ancient kingdom of Albion, now called England, it is said that King Willard Riverbrook lived an exemplary life. He was rich, powerful and an excellent ruler. Unlike other kings that gained their power through fear and force, King Willard was kind and gentle. His gentleness is said to make men go weak at the knees and give in to his commands. He was well loved and respected by all his subjects except for one; Calcifer Shadeberry. King Willard was always kind even to his archrival but Calcifer spurned his kindness and devoted himself to overthrowing his King.
Calcifer Shaidberry was, by all accounts, cruel. Adapted to the harsh environments his family lived through, his appearance was dull and drab. He was often dressed …show more content…
The first five were wondrous to Calcifer. He spent those years with wine in his belly and women in his bed. Fed by the best chefs and cared for by the best servants. It was after these five years however, when he had come to meet the terms of his bargain. For 15 years, Calcifer had been in a living hell. For his part of the bargain was, in return for the crown and a short period of pleasure, he was to live the rest of his life feeling the constant pain from the fires of hell on his body and soul. Ever second of every day his body would be burning up with no cure nor ailment to aid him. It was the same pain he felt when he first obtained his power. …show more content…
“My lord…uh I mean, Lord Willard. What are you doing here? You know King Calcifer’s demands, don’t you?”
“Please, let me pass. For I have no fear of the king as for now” The guards let him in reluctantly and watched as Willard approached the throne.
Calcifer looked up and saw the disheveled and ragged looking man he once called his king and said, “What are you doing here? You are not to be here!” He got up and started to run towards him. Willard, preparing himself for the worse, closed his eyes and waited for the killing blow. He heard a sobbing noise. He opened his eyes and looked towards Calcifer who, now on his hands and knees, was crying.
“Please, forgive me!”
“I grew mad with power and only wished to have what you had. A life of riches and a stomach full of joy! What I paid the Devil was too great for me to control. I’m sorry….”
“Be still my brother. For I do not hold any grudges upon you.”
The voice that came from Willard was not his own, but the voice of God.
“Come, Lucifer. For we have other matters to attend
Calcifer Shaidberry was, by all accounts, cruel. Adapted to the harsh environments his family lived through, his appearance was dull and drab. He was often dressed …show more content…
The first five were wondrous to Calcifer. He spent those years with wine in his belly and women in his bed. Fed by the best chefs and cared for by the best servants. It was after these five years however, when he had come to meet the terms of his bargain. For 15 years, Calcifer had been in a living hell. For his part of the bargain was, in return for the crown and a short period of pleasure, he was to live the rest of his life feeling the constant pain from the fires of hell on his body and soul. Ever second of every day his body would be burning up with no cure nor ailment to aid him. It was the same pain he felt when he first obtained his power. …show more content…
“My lord…uh I mean, Lord Willard. What are you doing here? You know King Calcifer’s demands, don’t you?”
“Please, let me pass. For I have no fear of the king as for now” The guards let him in reluctantly and watched as Willard approached the throne.
Calcifer looked up and saw the disheveled and ragged looking man he once called his king and said, “What are you doing here? You are not to be here!” He got up and started to run towards him. Willard, preparing himself for the worse, closed his eyes and waited for the killing blow. He heard a sobbing noise. He opened his eyes and looked towards Calcifer who, now on his hands and knees, was crying.
“Please, forgive me!”
“I grew mad with power and only wished to have what you had. A life of riches and a stomach full of joy! What I paid the Devil was too great for me to control. I’m sorry….”
“Be still my brother. For I do not hold any grudges upon you.”
The voice that came from Willard was not his own, but the voice of God.
“Come, Lucifer. For we have other matters to attend