Edmund, age 10, is watching a play at his elementary school. He’s there merely out of the fact that his baby brother is playing baby Jesus in the Nativity production. The boy is sour and bitter because he was suppose to play the angel Gabriel, but instead, he was asked to be a “set designer”. Fuming, he denied the request and now he sits in the audience with bitterness tearing at his heart.
The curtains rise and the play commences. Soon the boy who got the spot of Gabriel, Donny, has his shining moment of fame, and all Edmund can think is I wish he were dead! I wish he were dead! He stole my spot! I wish he were dead!
A flash of bright white light followed by a more sinister presence of darkness pierces the corner of the boy’s eyes. He looks to the faux Gabriel and notices two frightening and beautiful creatures floating over the replica of the Three Wise Men. One of the creatures radiates light and warmth; a long robe of shimmering white and a majestic set of wings announce the creature as an angel.
The creature to the angel’s left is the exact opposite. Embodied with an essence of evil, the creature has no eyes, no mouth, no facial structures at all. About twenty red horns pierced outward from the creature’s skull. The evil being had a long black body with bloody scars everywhere. The creature was demonic; it was a demon.
Both creatures were armed with menacing swords and shields. The angel’s sword burned bright with all the power of a morning sunrise. The demon’s weapon was surrounded by tiny wisps of black vapor.
Soon the two creatures dueled to the death. The rage of the war sent a shock wave throughout the large auditorium, and it caused all of the lights to shut off instantly. The only thing visible in the darkness was the sporadic movement of the angel’s brightly lit sword. The sword soared upward, crashed downward, and moved in circles for a few seconds. Sparks flew as the two swords connected, and a whirlwind of ancient power blew across the audience.
Then, with an earth shattering crash, the golden sword faded to black and the lights flickered back on. The angel faded into invisibility the second the room was illuminated; the dark demon danced over the heavenly corpse.
Donny, oblivious to the war that ensued, looked upward for a few seconds. Edmund noticed that he was staring straight into the eyes of the dark demon. The demon laughed a wheezy, dry laugh and Donny fell to the floor. The director of the play raced to the boy, but it was too late. The demon killed Donny.
More importantly, Edmund was the only one who saw how Donny died.
Opinions? It came to me while I was walking. xP