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#summoning the devil


#summoning the devil

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Betty pulled up the app that George had written for their group on her tablet. George built a backdoor into Twitter with the help of the official API and some code he lifted from a website in the Ukraine. The end result of his hours of programming expertise was a private room within Twitter that Betty and her 12 closest friends could play in with impunity, free from prying eyes.

Betty listened intently. The house was silent, her parents slept two doors down, just past her annoying little brother’s room.  They had gone to bed almost an hour ago; there was little chance she’d be caught.

She  kept her eyes on the clock glowing in the corner of her room until the numbers shifted from 11:59 to 12:00 and then typed on the virtual keyboard.

BetBets @bettyb:  Midnight. Party time. Who’s there?

One by one a dozen replies scrolled across her screen; everyone was in the chat room.

BetBets @bettyb:   What u want do? Game?

Variations of: yes, yeah, yup and other affirmatives filled the screen.

Progman @progman: I can run RPG.

That was George.  His game scenarios were always the best. He spent a lot of  time in his own head or with his nose buried in fantasy books. Not a lot of the other kids would dare be seen with Georgie in public. He was the stereotypical overweight, pimply nerd and it would be social suicide for most to be seen socializing. Betty had taken pity on him one day and it had been the best risk she had ever taken. Her own popularity was secure enough to weather the looks from the ‘it’ crowd. She and her group became instant friends with the burgeoning programmer. He had tutored them through math and science and they had given him an outlet for his creativity and also given him something he had never had, friends.

BetBets @bettyb:  Go for it G-man.

LDonovan @ldonovan: Awesome

Wilywill @wilywill:   Kewl

Gothgal @gothicy:   #vocavivos

Wilywill @wilywill:     What does that mean?

Gothgal @gothicy:   Typo I guess. Dunno. You a grammar Nazi?

Progman @progman: Don’t use hashtags in the  room Lucy. It can kick off other code.

Jennijean @jennijean:  It looks like Latin.

Gothgal @gothicy: Jesus, F off all y’all.

Betty’s tablet face flickered as the snarky banter flowed back and forth. The battery power was topped off. What the hell? The damn thing better not die. She smacked it lightly on the side.

ErnieG @ernieg:   What the hell was that? Did your screens just go nuts?

Positive replies began to flow across the screen which suddenly turned deep red. The lines of text flowed like they were melting and created a vortex of swirling black in the center of the red screen.

Betty dropped her tablet in shock. Had Lucy’s hashtag kicked off some kind of virus George didn’t know about?

A deep laugh issued from the quad speakers at the corners of her tablet. The fine hairs on Betty’s arms stood on end. That wasn’t any of her friends. It  sounded like a bad movie psycho, laughing just before burying an axe in a co-ed’s head.

The screen on Betty’s tablet stretched upward like a sheet of rubber.

What the hell? Betty scrambled to the far side of the bed.

The screen stretched upward again. It warped and conformed to what looked like a hand pressing upward from within.  A second hand began to push against the center of her screen expanding it beyond the edges of the tablet. Why wasn’t it breaking?

Higher and higher it stretched.

“You have summoned me,” the deep, animalistic voice said from the speakers.

“Your souls now belong to me.”

The screen finally broke, It popped like an overinflated balloon. Red light and a sick smell like rotting garbage erupted from the remains of her tablet. Red clawed hands grabbed the sides of the tablet and flexed. Betty saw a pair of horns emerge from the tablet followed by a red skinned head. The creature glared at her with glowing yellow eyes and pushed itself further into the room.

“So young, so tasty,” the demon said around a mouthful of fangs.

Betty screamed. Twelve other voices simultaneously screamed from her tablet’s speakers.




Hell Ascendant Episode 1

Hell Ascendant  Episode 1

A Story of the Apocalypse

Edmund de Wight

Copyright © 2016 Edmund de Wight


According to Jewish legend, there are in each generation 36 righteous humans, the Lamedvavnik, who prevent the rest of us from being destroyed. Through their extraordinary good deeds and their love of the divine spark, they save the world over and over again. They’re not famous saints, though. They go about their business anonymously, and no one knows how crucial they are to our well-being.

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 I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red — Revelation 6:12

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“The world never has less than thirty-six righteous men who receive the Divine Presence every day, for it is said, ‘Happy are they that wait lo [for Him]‘ and the numerical value of ‘lo’ is thirty-six.” - Talmud, Succah 45b”




The apocalypse arrived without fanfare and with the dawn on April 1st.

It sounds like a joke, but when Satan himself shouts April Fools it’s pretty serious.

Anyone who has ever lived near the sea has heard the old adage: red sky at morning, sailor take warning. On April 1st the sky certainly turned red. Blood appeared to be flowing up the shafts of sunlight. The blood spread over the horizon until the entire sky was a wavering red color. The sun dimmed behind the bloody pall. In the end it appeared to be nothing more than a dull cinder. It barely shed enough light, even at noon, to give the appearance of deep twilight. That’s when the gates of Hell opened on the Earth.

Lucas Devereaux flashed back to the exact moment the world ended. The ground had shaken exactly as it was shaking now.

He had been on Route 7, westbound through Virginia from the District of Columbia in his tow truck. He had slept off the evening’s excesses in the cabin of the grease stained vehicle. He was racing the coming dawn back to Purcellville. He hoped  his boss didn’t notice that the truck had never returned from its late night tow. The sun had crested the horizon and the ground began to shake. It reminded Lucas of an earthquake from a few years earlier. This one was longer and stronger than the one that had cracked the back wall of the garage. The few westbound vehicles skidded across the blacktop as the road heaved. His truck had stalled and rolled to a stop as the blood began to fill the sky. His attempts to restart the engine did not elicit even a click from the starter. Every car in sight ha died at the same time. This temblor was not as violent but he knew it was equally portentous.

“Oh God, now what?” Veronica Chin screamed from further down the slope.

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The gambler threw the door wide

The gambler threw the door wide

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“I’ll take two.”
“I fold.”
The gambler grinned to hear the telltale sounds of card play behind the door.
He rubbed his hands expectantly and threw the door wide.
“Room for another?”
His words were choked off as his throat constricted with fear.
The card players turned with creaking joints to look at him.
“Always room for another soul,” laughed the horned dealer.