The Demon’s Cantos Part 8 When Byron was 8, he discovered he could burn holes through leaves with the lens of Nan’s reading glasses. After a week the backyard was covered in dead leaves filled with tiny scorchmarks and black rimmed pin pricks. But eventually Byron tired of leaves. One… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 8
The Demon’s Cantos Part 1 Korbius, Demonlord of the Octopodiae, lay on the black and white linoleum tiles of Byron’s Grandma’s old kitchen, tentacles swinging wildly in the air. Removed from the blood waters of the Nether Sea, Korbius’s gelatinous flesh sagged heavily towards the ground. Still he flailed his… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 1
The Demon’s Cantos Part 2 Byron’s Grandmother sat across from him, knitting peaceably. Of a sudden, she looked up, as if she’d just noticed Byron sitting across from her, and she smiled that mischievous smile of hers. “Now, look at you Byron.” She said as she placed the two knitting… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 2
The Demon’s Cantos Part 3 You haven’t been truly dirty until you’ve been slathered in the cephalopodic slime of a sentient Octopus, a fact Byron was learning the hard way. With every sopping footfall on the plush carpet leading down the hallway and into his Nan’s room – my room,… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 3
The Demon’s Cantos Part 4 Peeking above the blue plastic rim of a cheap backyard children’s pool, Korbius’s giant eye blinked absurdly beneath the shade of an old nylon beach umbrella. It was a sweltering afternoon. Beside the kiddie pool, a small a device – a “sprinkallor” if Korbius understood… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 4
The Demon’s Cantos Part 5 Even with all the windows open, the car’s interior reeked to high heaven. Byron’s eyes watered in the haze of odoriferous octo-stank. High beams painted the dark country road with light for a quarter mile ahead. Byron had waited until 1 AM to start driving.… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 5
The Demon’s Cantos Part 6 In movies, when people fell off of cliffs or out of skyscrapers, they scream like mad. Byron always thought this was unlikely. In fact, Byron considered most depictions of frightful screaming to be sort of funny and unrealistic. How many people, Byron sometimes wondered to… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 6
The Demon’s Cantos Part 7 A sound of thin waves breaking and the scent of brine cut through Byron’s dull sleep. The rising sun shone blood red through his eyelids as the warm tide tugged gently at the bottom of his legs. His hands came to groggy life, opening and… Read More »The Demon’s Cantos – Part 7