Dancing On Daddy s Shoes Chapter 16 The Devil In the Details
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To the readers: Before any screams of outrage start to be sent my way...
Yes, I did steal the basic concept of this story outright from a classic
SF&F short. Unfortunately I _can't_ remember its name or author. Thus,
I can't put the proper credit here. I apologize for this and hope you'll
forgive me it just seemed to make such a _great_ TG device...BTW, if
anyone can tell me the original story and author I'll be glad to
acknowledge them.
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The Devil is in the Details
by Renee McConnell
Oct 31 0815
Brian sat there, poring over the details in the ancient tome one last
time.
(The devil is in the details), thought Brian. (Not that I expect this will
actually work...but I wonder why everyone who's reportedly ever tried
this stuff never realized the mathematical symbolism inherent in the
instructions?)
"Now, the sum of the angles is properly integrated? Check. Candles
properly secured? Check."
Brian looked up at the wall. The crucial detail in an attempt to summon
a demon that everyone else since medieval times seems to have missed
was that your inscribed pentagram had to be _upright_. The underlying
math of the old incantations seemed to make that clear. Why, he didn't
know, but it still seemed ridiculous that no one else had made the
connection in all these years.
"Candles lit...three drops of blood...Here we go."
Brian began to chant the ancient words. At each syllable something
built force in the room. It felt like a wind but not even the dust
actually stirred. It hung there, a huge menacing presence as he finished
the incantation.
*AH-HA!*
The sound and the stun appeared to only be in his head but Brian was
knocked flat on his ass anyway. Looking up he saw...
(A DEMON!), he thought with a mental gulp.
*YES, A DEMON. AND TO ANSWER YOUR OBVIOUS QUESTION
THE PENTAGRAM HAS TO BE UPRIGHT BECAUSE WE PREFER
TO APPEAR STANDING UP. WOULD YOU WANT TO GET
SUMMONED AND END UP FLAT ON YOUR BACK EVERY TIME
SOME PIPSQUEAK DEVIL-WORSHIPPER GOT A HAIR UP HIS
ASS?*
The demon's meaning was perfectly clear to Brian. It had appeared
perfectly centered in the pentagram each limb and its head stretched to a
point of the star.
(Kinda like that DaVinci or Michaelangelo drawing, whichever it was.)
*A POOR RENDITION BUT STILL AN SEMI-ACCURATE VISUAL
RENDERING OF MY LAST SUMMONING. ALTHOUGH, HE
UNDERSTATED THE DETAILS A BIT DON'T YOU THINK?*
"You mean the dripping fluids, grotesque bodily distortions, and the
stench of various oxidizing noxious chemicals? Yes, I'd say those didn't
come through from the illustration. That's all very nice but now, I've
proven my theory, so if you don't mind let me just see what I need to do
to send you back so that I can get on with my research."
Brian turned back towards the demonology tome.
*NOT SO FAST MORTAL. YOU OWE ME YOUR SOUL*
"For what?" Brian replied calmly. "I haven't asked anything of you."
*THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS. YOUR SOUL IS FORFEIT FOR
THE SUMMONING ALONE.
ANYTHING YOU MIGHT ASK FOR IS BARGAINED FOR
SEPARATELY. ONE OF HELL'S MORE
EFFECTIVE SALES TECHNIQUES...*
"Anything?"
*YOU CAN'T ASK FOR YOUR SOUL BACK, FOOLISH ONE.
OTHER THAN THAT, YES.*
"Um, I never really had any intention of _asking_ for anything. I just
wanted to see if my theories were correct..."
*OFFHAND, I'D SAY THAT'S A YES.*
"What do people who normally summon demons ask for? I've never
really given it much thought."
*WEALTH, FAME, POWER, INFLUENCE. THE USUAL...*
"Well, if my soul is already forfeit, I guess those sound good. Is there
a specific formula I need to ask with or is that good enough?"
The demon actually looked shocked for a moment.
*THAT'S ALL? NO RESTRICTIONS OR CLARIFICATIONS?*
Niggling little bits of memory tugged at Brian.
"Um, I don't want to lose my intelligence or the utilization of it. Being
a millionaire sports star with a brain the size of a pea wouldn't appeal
to me."
A look of _truly_ unholy glee spread across the demon's visage.
*WEALTH, FAME, POWER, INFLUENCE, AND KEEP YOUR
BRAIN, SUCH AS IT IS,* the demon chuckled, *WITH NO OTHER
RESTRICTIONS, DONE!*
Fire engulfed Brian. He sank to his knees, head thrown back to scream,
but no sound emerged.
*I LOVE THE FOOLISH ONES! HOW APPROPRIATE THAT
TODAY IS YOUR "HALLOWEEN". I SHALL GIVE YOU A
COSTUME TO WEAR. A COSTUME THAT WILL LAST THE REST
OF YOUR SHORT LIFE*
As the hellflames continued to play over his body, Brian felt changes
taking place. The pain kept him from focusing on them.
*I SAY SHORT BECAUSE YOU NEGLECTED TO NEGOTIATE ON
YOUR PAYMENT AS WELL.*
The demon's chuckle was not a pleasant sound at all.
*FOR THE SUMMONING, THE PRICE IS YOUR SOUL OF
COURSE. I CHOOSE TO COLLECT IT IN EXACTLY 24 HOURS.
FOR THE GRANTING OF YOUR ILL-CHOSEN WISHES I WILL
TAKE PAYMENT IN FLESH.*
The way the demon stressed the word "flesh" was even more ominous
then one would expect from conversing with a demon.
*ANY QUESTIONS?*
As the fire slowly faded, Brian found himself able to speak again.
"Is there any way to escape this?"
Brian's voice sounded subtly wrong but the demon's answer distracted
him.
*NO MATTER WHERE YOU MIGHT GO, IF THIS PENTAGRAM
EXISTS I CAN REACH YOU FROM IT.*
"And if it doesn't exist?" Brian asked hopefully.
*THEN YOU LOOSE ME ON AN UNSUSPECTING WORLD AND I
CAN STILL REACH YOU.*
Brian's hopes fell as quickly as they had risen.
*EVEN IF YOU SHOULD MOVE OR REDRAW THE PENTAGRAM
I WILL REAPPEAR IN IT INSTANTLY, WHERE EVER IT MAY BE
AND THEN COME FOR YOUR SOUL.*
A spark flared in Brian's eyes.(I can move the pentagram!) Brian
quickly clamped down on the thought lest the demon read his mind
again.
"Very well. I accept my fate. You say you will give me 24 hours?"
*YES. I SHALL LEAVE MY FORM HERE TO REMIND YOU BUT
TAKE MY ATTENTION ELSEWHERE TO ALLOW YOU THAT
TIME TO _ENJOY_ YOUR COSTUME. I SUGGEST THAT YOU
MAKE GOOD USE OF YOUR FAME, WEALTH, AND
INFLUENCE.*
The demon's laugh made his previous chuckle fade into insignificance. It
sounded like someone forcing gas bubbles through the sewers of hell.
Come to think of it, it smelled exactly like it sounded as well.
"Done. Give me my day of freedom!"
*DONE! TOO BAD I CAN'T TAKE YOUR "COSTUME" WITH ME
WHEN I TAKE YOU. MANY OTHERS WOULD PROBABLY
OFFER ME THEIR SOULS TO DO SO.*
The demon stared off into infinity and its body went rigid. Brian
breathed a sigh of relief then glance down to examine the changes that he
had been distracted from before.
(Hmmm. Long hair, blondish, falling in front of my vision. Clothes...
missing. Chest...)
Brian's calm analysis started to break down as he sensed the likely total
of the changes he had experienced. Doggedly, he continued however.
(Make that breasts. Primary sexual characteristics appear to have
changed as well. I am definitely a woman...But how does that grant me
wealth, fame, influence, etc.?) Brian wondered. Then he felt a second set
of memories and knowledge settling on his own.
(Oh, that's how.) Brian realized as he examined this new knowledge.
(Save it for later. I've got to get to work on my idea for saving my ass
first.)
Brian stopped as another thought hammered on the gates of his brain.
(Wait, I'm a woman...Now what did he say about payment? Oh yeah,
flesh... Definitely got to work on saving my ass... and other associated
parts.)
Oct 31 2035
The door bell rang. Brian glanced up from his preparations in confusion.
(Wha? Oh, right, Halloween.)
Brian quickly grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt before going to the front
door and opened it with a handful of candy ready and smiled down at the
group of young girls standing there waiting. As he began to drop the
candy into their bags, one of them looked closely at him and gasped.
"Are you really...?", she began.
"No," interrupted Brian. "This is just my costume for tonight. Did I do a
good job?"
"OhmygawdYesDidyouseethatShelooksjustlike..."
The girls began babbling in unison as they ran back down the front walk
and moved on to the next house.
(Great.) Brian thought. (Now every teenager in a 20 mile radius will be
showing up here tonight to see and interrupting my work.) Brian gave a
heartfelt sigh.
Nov 1 0347
(Finished!)
Brian closed the tome and put away the rest of the materials. Looking
around he started double-checking to see if he had forgotten anything in
his planning and preparation.
(Okay. All good. Now, to re-examine my situation. Item one: Can I
think of any way to reverse the changes the demon has made...Nope.)
He looked up at the form, frozen on the wall.
(The only thing I can see would be to summon another demon, assuming
there even is another one...)
And shivered.
(And I can see how well that worked the last time. I've only _got_ the
one soul...)
Brian ran his fingers though his hair.
(Okay, so I deal with it like any other problem. Figure the constants,
plug in the variables, and accept the answer even if I don't like it.
First, again...) He thought wryly. (Start thinking in female terms.
Second...)
She took a glimpse at that memory overlay again.
(I could just be able to make this all work out.)
A shadow of the demon's grin passed over her own face.
Nov 1 0700
"..., the famous pop star hasn't been seen since disappearing from her
home early yesterday morning. Further updates as we receive them. And
that's your WYRD Music News for this bright and early November
morning!"
Nov 1 0829
Brian sat calmly in a chair facing the motionless demon. As the clock
ticked over to 0830 and the demon began to stir, she thought, (One
chance, but if the math is right...)
The demon blinked and flexed its mighty arms.
*WHAT? I'M FREE? YOU CAN'T HAVE BEEN THAT FOOLISH!*
The demon...sniffed, was the only word Brian could think of to describe
the apparent attempt to sense something.
*NO THE PENTAGRAM STILL EXISTS. YOU JUST CHOSE TO
MOVE IT. I TOLD YOU, NO MATTER WHERE IT IS, I WILL GO
TO IT THEN COME FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED
YOUR "COSTUME". IN A MINUTE I WILL FIND THE
PENTAGRAM AND HAVE TO RETURN IT TO ITS OWNER.
WELCOME TO MY SERVICE, SLAVE.*
The demon blinked out of sight. Brian held her breath. The demon
reappeared, still hanging on the wall where it had been but now it was
only about six inches tall.
*WHAT HAVE YOu done to me?*
The demon's mental bellow diminshed to a mere squeak as its new size
impinged upon its self-image.
"Look down."
The demon glanced downwards and there upon the reduced expanse of
its chest was inscribed a tiny pentagram.
"You're welcome to keep trying to reappear. In fact, I insist upon it." said
Brian as the demon blinked out again. Brain leaned over the new, barely
visible, fraction of an inch tall demon and smiled evilly.
"Never fuck with a mathematician, you arrogant prick!"
The demon's shriek as it began to blink in and out, infinitely diminishing,
yet never able to appear _in_ the new pentagram and take Brian's soul
was very satisfying...
Nov 4 0700
"...has resurfaced and has scheduled a press conference for later today.
In local news, University professor and respected mathematician, Brian
Pike, has not been seen since Halloween either. His house has been
emptied
and the police have not ruled out foul play but there are apparently no
suspects at this time. You're listening to WYRD, the radio station that
destiny brought you to."
Nov 4 1126
"Miss, Miss!"
"Yes? The gentleman from ABC, please."
"So, your disappearance on Halloween was just a prank?"
"Yes, some of my friends thought it would be funny and then we just got
too caught up in the party to return for a couple days."
"Miss Spears!"
"Yes, the lady from MTV..." Brian, now Brittany, answered.
"Is it true that you're giving up music?"
"I'll never give up music. It will always be a part of me. I just don't
wish to do it professionally any more. I have other interests I wish to
pursue. The gentleman from Fox?"
"Then it is true that..."
"Yes, based on test scores I submitted yesterday, I have been accepted
into MIT with the intention of achieving dual doctorates in theoretical
mathematics and applied gravitational theory. Also the Nobel comittee
has seen a copy of my proposed doctoral dissertations and is eagerly
waiting for me to complete my required studies so that I may submit my
project for consideration. No more questions today please. Thank you for
your time."
"MissMissSpearsBrittannyMiss..."
As Brittany left the podium she thought, (Wealth, Fame, Influence,
Power... I guess some people just don't know how to handle them.)
Britanny shrugged then smiled to herself as she walked off into her new
future.
The End
Elle
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