# Be so very careful what you demmand.

Author: geneseepaws
Tags: Angel, Demon, Evil, Love, Pure Love, conflict

#13 of WritingGroupChallenge

Be careful what you ask for. And if you have bad intentions, be doubly careful.

This Week's Writing Challenge:&nbsp; The darkness was all encompassing, but the light held strong'.

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&nbsp; &nbsp;Summer Fields stood in his armor waiting.&nbsp; He was assigned a job that he didn't know how to do, well, that was an exaggeration.&nbsp; All he had was his clothing and some personal knick-knacks, and a loaded backpack to do the job, really.&nbsp; Ya, sure, in theory he knew what to do, he had been taught how to do the job, but he'd never actually been on assignment before, never used a backpack, never seen one deployed.&nbsp; So he was a little nervous.&nbsp; You betcha he'd have sweaty palms, ... if his palms could sweat, and if he could feel fear.

&nbsp;&nbsp; Really he should have been terrified. Though he wasn't scared yet.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; Ya, it was a desperate plan, but he'd been assured that, "Really, it's safe, you've been taught what to do.&nbsp; When the time arrives, just open your backpack and give it to the first one who wants it.&nbsp; Then come back home.&nbsp; You'll be safe."&nbsp; He was told it was safe, safe for him to do this.

&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't a desperate situation, at least not yet, or at least not for him.&nbsp; Not for his friends, not for his boss.&nbsp; Sure he was trapped.&nbsp; They stood all around him laughing and taunting him.&nbsp; He was in the middle of their ring, standing in a circle and unable to leave.&nbsp; He was told to stand there and so he did.&nbsp;

&nbsp; &nbsp;He scanned the place, the room of stone, damp, fetid - smelling of urine, and death.&nbsp; Dark, and malevolent.

They yelled at him, cursed him.&nbsp; God, they were so Evil.&nbsp; They cursed his friends, cursed his Boss...&nbsp; Cursed Heaven and Earth and all that was within contained.&nbsp; They looked just like demons, they did, twisted evil minds, making evil twisted plans.&nbsp; He could not imagine what they though they would do to him.&nbsp; The things they said to him, so awful and twisted -venomous -perverted, it was like they were beings of pure evil intent on wrecking the world.&nbsp; Like they were carved from the darkness of hell itself.&nbsp; The darkness of their evil thoughts was all encompassing in this unholy room, as he stood surrounded by them, howling and cursing. &nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; He was told to stand tall, stand proudly, and if he was asked to relinquish his backpack to open it and give it to them, then leave immediately.&nbsp; Only he was surrounded by them, he had no idea how to escape.&nbsp; Their dark evil was all encompassing, tangible, like pure darkness.

The biggest of them approached and insulted Summer.&nbsp; And just standing there, Summer bore all their insults, letting them slide off.&nbsp; He knew what truth was.&nbsp; Finally, the biggest guy, stood in front of Summer, and demanded he submit.&nbsp; Summer made the mistake of looking at this being, this evilness.&nbsp; But he didn't respond.

&nbsp;&nbsp; "You have something I want, give me all your gold."

&nbsp;&nbsp; "I cannot give you any gold, none of it is mine to give.&nbsp; I can give you a feather?" Summer offered as a make do.

&nbsp;&nbsp; "Not good enough.&nbsp; Give me all your power."

&nbsp;&nbsp; "You want my power?"

&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes give it to me!!" &nbsp; This was the moment.&nbsp; This was it, this was the command, and he certainly wanted to get away from this foul place of evil, of evil intentions.&nbsp; He'd been told what to do, and here was his chance!

&nbsp;&nbsp; So Summer Fields, with pure darkness and hate surrounding him, followed his instructions to the letter.&nbsp; He gave them - in their darkness - what they had asked for.&nbsp; Inside his knapsack, - the source - the wellspring of all his power - inside his knapsack, blinding, shining brighter than a million suns, a ball; a sphere of pure Love.&nbsp; It dissolved them as they screamed, it immersed him in pure love, it burned him away,&nbsp; it burned them to ash, the light subsumed him - straight into heaven, to take him home.

And though the darkness had been all encompassing, the light still held.

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