The Bread to Ozzy

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events portrayed in this digital document are either fictitious orused fictitiously

-The Bread to Ozzy-Copyright 2010 by Timothy Nies

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Copyright 2010 by Timothy NiesAll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, of portions thereof, in any form.

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I Rules and orders, a dry voice wheezed from the corner

of the room. The man Donn sat hunched, holding a black flask

between his crossed hands. It is odd though, I dont remember

who ordered me here. He brought his hands to his face and

took a swig from the metallic container, ignoring the twins

bound to the wooden chairs he had brought from the kitchen.

One chair held the gagged twin, another the blind folded one,

and the third was empty. Such a strange order, such a strange

thing to ask. Yet, here I am doing what I can to obey. The

man Donn peered at his handy work from the shadows, purple

eyes glinting from his hollow face.


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The dank and musty room was dark. Five candles burning at

the tips of the chalk pentagram were a poor substitute for the

sunlight blocked out by the curtain over the single window.

Checks and balances. Ordered chaos, he continued,

rambling. This feels wrong. It is not my place to interfere

here. He took another sip from the flask. This is not our

responsibility, he scoffed. And what of the the Majitorium?

They will have a fit when they find out about what happenedhere. He stood up, taking a step closer to the pair. How did I

end up here?

The gagged twin, Terra, sat in a black shirt and black jeans

with her back to the man Donn. The other twin, Celeste,

wearing a lose fitting track suit, sneakers, and blindfold, faced

him directly. Both appeared more bored than worried, their

hazel hair glinting copper in the candlelight.

The bread, Celeste stated, as if passing an urgent secret in

class.

Terra nodded in agreement, turning to her sibling as best she

could. She shrugged with a hint of annoyance at Celestes

blindfold, then resorted to grunting her agreement.


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If you can smell it, then it might already be too late, Celeste

added. Though, heated wheat is particularly pungent. So,

there might still be time before it burns.

The man Donn looked up, a twitch of confusion trembling on

his brow. He brought the flask up to his lips, stopped short, and

lowered it again. He checked the pentagram, eyes following the

curve of the circle over the rough floorboards, it was unbroken.

He pointed to each of the candles, counting under his breath,ending the motion when he spoke the word five. He blinked

the doubt from his face. Heated wheat? he questioned.

Celeste turned her head towards his voice. Can you smell it?

Our oven was on when you trapped us. Our bread will burn if

we do not take it out to cool soon.

Take it out to cool? Here you two purring sweet puddings sit

bound at the center of a pentagram, a Parax daemon in your

presence, and all you have to worry about is a burning loaf ?

The man Donn scratched at his arm, leaving red marks were

his fingers passed. Something is afoot here. There is a

fallacious hint to all of this. Even the air feels unnatural.

The bread is important and not to be rude, but this is

becoming very dull, Celeste retorted.


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Dull? The man Donn repeated, scratching the back of his

neck with vigor.

Mum mum hummum HUM mum, Terra mumbled.

Celeste nodded in agreement.

The man Donn looked from the gagged twin to the blindfolded

one.

What did she say? he asked, pointing the top of the flask at

Terra.

She said, the trip with the aliens was far more intense.

The trip with the aliens? the man Donn growled. What

aliens?

Yes, I thought the whole affair overly plastic. I was more

impressed with the talking dogs.

Talking dogs? the man Donn questioned, his tone irritated.

HmU-re hmm, Terra punctuated.

No Terra, they werent rude. They were just honest, Celestecountered. But regardless, both of those trips were far more

entertaining than this one. I must have gotten the recipe wrong

or perhaps the tadpole tails were off. This isnt right at all, and


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hes all wrong too. He looks right, but his personalty is way off

the mark; all he does is whine.

The man Donn turned his back to the pair, letting out a sigh.He rubbed a hand over his face, then made to drink from his

flask, but when it reached his lips discovered that it was empty.

I am sorry if we hurt your feelings, we can be excessively

critical when it comes to our cooking. Some apparitions dont

deal well with the truth.

Apparitions? Heavens below pussy cat! I am a Daemon! the

man Donn snapped. I am a daemon servant of hell, sent here

to... His tongue stumbled unable to find the words, his face

flushed with color, his eyes glowed bright. The Daemon threw

his metal flask across the room, it crashed with a thud against

the wall. To do... to do whatever this stupid thing is here. He

gestured to the room then took a deep breath, regaining his

calm. When he let it out a silent tension spread through the air.

I dont understand any of this, he whispered to himself.

None of it makes sense. Its as if my mind is clouded and I am

not acting of my own accord, he added looking at his hands.

As if I were the one that is possessed.


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Please, let us turn off the oven, Celeste whispered after a

moment. The bread is the first we have made together in

years. It is important and it should be to you as well. Bad things

will happen if you let it burn.

The last of the mans steadfast demeanor faded. He ran a

shaking hand through his hair. I think the two of you cats are

missing the severity of the situation here. He pointed one

hand to the East corner of the room and the other to the West.Those are real rifles. They are armed and aimed at your

pretty heads.

Terra looked from dark corner to dark corner then grunted

something to Celeste.

I dont see them either, but at least hes back on track, she

concurred with a shrug.

And here, my kitties, is the thing that will make this kooky

experiment tick true. The man fished a small black box from

his bleach stained blue blazer. I made this especially for

tonight. Meticulously crafted for the occasion you might say.

He smiled, holding the cube to Celestes face expectantly.


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Looks interesting, she observed, blowing the tip of her

blindfold off of her nose. What is it?

Its a randomizer.

Whum-O-hm-mmm? Terra asked.

Whats it for? the man Donn responded. Its linked to the

rifles and when, he fished something else out of his other

pocket, I wind it up with this key. It will start to send a

random signal every minute that will either cause the guns to

fire or to fail. The man Donn grinned hollowly.

What is the point of that? Celeste demanded, with a hint of

delight.

You'll see once I leave the room. The daemons stance

stiffened and he put a hand to his forehead.

Not again, Celeste groaned. Why is he having so much

trouble?

What am I doing? He looked at the cube. I never knew of

such a thing until I pulled it from my pocket.

Get on with it, Celeste shouted, a hint of command laced in

the words.


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Silently the man Donn stepped into the circle, winding the key

of the little black box. Then he knelt down on one knee to

place the ticking device between the twins. He paused for a

moment to sniff the air. I can smell it now, he remarked,

turning to Celeste. But what did you put into that bread?

Rotten eggs? It smells terrible.

That smell isnt the bread, Celeste responded, matter of fact.

I think if came from him when he arrived. She nodded overher shoulder towards the door. Terra I think the tadpole tails

are definitely off, the dashing hero was supposed to have an

alluring courageous fragrance.

Dashing hero? The daemon frowned, turning his head to the

door. His eyes pulsated with purple light when they fell on the

man standing in the doorway.

He was in his early twenties, wearing a long black trench coat.

The young man stared back at the Parax Daemon with deep

sea blue eyes and a sneer, his strawberry blonde hair sticking

out in every direction. The new comer stepped into the room

pulling the door closed behind him.

You, the man Donn spat. Falling back over himself he

inadvertently flung the cube as he caught his balance. It hit the


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ground just outside of the pentagram, slid across the floor, and

finally came to a stop between the feet of the stranger. Terra,

the man Donn, and the blonde man all looked to it.

Father, take this box from me, the stranger started to sing with

clear voice that carried.

Celeste giggled.

HmU mmm Damhum hm? Terra complained to Celeste.

I dont care what you say. I like that song, Celeste argued,

and you said I could do whatever I wanted for this part; so I

did. Well get to your part soon.

I cant use it anymore, the man continued, lifting his foot above

the cube. He glanced at the daemon then stomped down,

shattering the black box.

NO! the man Donn cried out, his tone pained. His cry

ceased when he gazed up at the strangers face and locked eyes

with him.

Its getting dark, too dark to see. The young man took a step

towards the circle.


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The man Donn shook his head, breaking from the trance. He

scuttled backward on hands and heels, fleeing like a bug to the

darkness of the back wall.

You should have listened and let me turn off the oven,

Celeste blurted snidely.

But the man Donn paid her no heed, all of his attention was

focused on his pursuer, beads of panic forming over his brow.

Terra watched the gallant hero as he progressed through the

room at a steady pace. She was intrigued by his appearance,

but inthralled by his eyes. Like orbs of azure they demanded

attention, their cold depths communicated the absolute

resolution that there was no doubt as to how this scenario

would play out. His whole demeanor made it clear; that now

the daemon and he were only going through the motions of

parts that had been set in physical memory and nothing could

change the outcome.

As he progressed past the candle at the tip of the star Terra

was distracted by his black coat. It was unbuttoned and

although it accentuated his build, it acted like a light trap, as if

the inside of it was filled with a dark void. The man continued

past her, stepped along the edge of the pentagram, then out of


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her sight, but she could still hear his foot steps, heading into the

shadows after the terrified daemon.

Let me out, the man Donn squealed, pounding on the wall,his back to the room. Let me out, damn it, he screamed.

Why will these shadows not obey? What is wrong with this

place?

Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door, the blonde man

responded lyrically; much to Celeste's amusement.

The man Donn gave up his attempt to rip through the shadows

and turned to face his assailant.

The approaching man pulled something from his coats pocket

and tossed the item from one hand to the other.

"You have no place here fateling. Your contribution or

involvement is not required," the man Donn whined meekly. In

tandem with the heros steps he backed away by sliding along

the wall. After ten feet his shoulder bumped into the corner of

the room. He hissed at the blonde man, eyes ablaze with

shimmering purple energy.


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The blonde man, unimpressed by the display of demonic

magic, brought his hands together, unfolding the object to

reveal the five inch blade of a pocket knife.

"Stay back," the man Donn commanded, his trembling voice

betraying the false bravery in his posture. He shifted his gaze

from the strangers face to the approaching blade.

"Experiatus deamonicus," the blonde man pronounced,

pointing his knife at the daemons chest. "Comandicus,

obyticam mi ordantium."

"Wha...?" the man Donn asked. "What are you saying? I

don't...I don't understand." His eyes flickered up and down.

From the glint of the knife to his attackers steel blue eyes.

"Please stop this. I should not be here. Look I am sorry, I don't

even know why they sent me here. It wasnt my fault," he

pleaded.

The blonde man stopped two feet away and with quick jab

plunged the blade into the man Donns gut, right above his left

hip.


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"Deamonicus prevalious non fourtunatiouse finitium," the hero

whispered gently into the wincing daemons ear, the words

rolling from his lips as if singing a lullaby to a fussy infant.

The man Donns face contorted from suppressed pain to shock

as he pushed against his attackers arm, then chest, finding

neither the will nor strength to force him away.

"Experiatus totalis," the blonde man finished with a smile,

golden light blossoming in his irises and lighting his preys

confused expression.

"Pig Latin?" the man Donn moaned. You dare exorcise me

with pig latin?

The young man winked at him with a nod.

The man Donn let out a cry of furor.

The blonde stranger twisted the knife then thrust it up with a

yank that ended with a toe curling crunch. The short blade cut

the man Donn open from lower gut right to the bottom of his

breast plate. The contents of his rib cage slipped though thecavity, hitting the ground with a soaked splatter. The daemon

gurgled, choked, and finally, sank to his knees. His executioner


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up, he went to Celeste and removed the blindfold from her

then pulled the gag from Terras mouth.

Thank you, they said in unison.

The young man snapped his fingers, and the knots around

their hands undid themselves. Always ready to help a lady in a

bind. He smiled.

Oh youre smooth. Celeste grinned, gazing into his blue eyes.

Next time no bondage or pentagrams, Terra complained,

massaging her right wrist.

Celeste leaned over to Terra. I dont remember adding him,

but I like the way he looks. What did you do to make him look

like that?

Nothing, I thought he was one of yours. Isnt he the hero of

your bit? Terra answered. I was going to be the hero,

Celeste explained shaking her head. They both looked to the

blonde man who was walking to the door.

When he reached it, he turned back to say something but shut

his mouth when he saw the eerie ways the twins were ogling

him.


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Who are you? Celeste asked, pointing a finger at him. And

where did you come from?

Tommy shifted his eyes up cocking his head to the side, sighedthen smiled. That is a tangled tale I rather not talk about right

now, he responded. I mean you no harm, if that is what you

are worried about. I think the dead daemon over there proves

that.

Whats your name then? Terra demanded, crossing her

arms. Or is that also something you dont want to talk about.

Afraid it is, he admitted.

Is that so?

The thing is, if I were to divulge my full name, as innocent as

it is, I fear that I my end up sending more trouble your way

than its worth.

Oh, thats sound good, Celeste said perking up in her chair.

Terra glanced to her sister then returned her attention to the

blonde man blue eyes. So what do we call you then? Blondie?

No. Not Blondie. Make up a better name.


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Tall, mysterious with a flair of drama. Oh I like him very

much. We should figure out what we did, so we can make em

again, Celeste said rubbing her hands together. I have a few

ideas I wouldnt mind exploring with him.

A little too fussy if you ask me. Maybe he would be better dark

and slightly more brooding, Terra suggested, getting to her

feet and rubbing the back of her neck.

Brooding is no fun, Celeste scoffed.

To each his own. Now then, what should we call our new

friend?

How about Sasha or Drake? Drake is a good name, strong

with a hint of malice.

Drake, Terra repeated. I can live with that. What do you

say? Will Drake work for you?

Wait until I tell Otto about this one, Drake huffed as he

turned to open the door. He pushed down on the door handle

and it swung open, bright light and warm wind laced withsummer blossoms flooded the room. Pink petals swirling

around him, catching in the tangle of his hair.

Not what I was expecting, Drake proclaimed.


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The twins walked towards him and stood in the light at his

sides.

The bread is definitely done, Terra stated. Wed betterhurry before it starts to burn.

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