Category: Horror

The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 2)

When the demon didn’t come back,
Kronos decided to get on track.
With his revenge, that is.
This time revenge would be his.
Anika’s granddaughter’s name was Thedra.
‘There is only one way I will see ya.’
He knew they had a connection with the church.
He would pull this off for what it is worth.
He sent a package to the Jeru church.
Labeled for Thedra, as he chuckled with mirth.
He knew they would contact her.
They knew exactly where the Wizards were.
Thedra got the message on Vantera.
She transported to the Jeru church.
Once there, she received the package first.
Then, she tore off the wrapping.
Excited to see what was in the wrapping.
The box said: Kronos’s last will & testament.
She was contemplating what it meant?
Kronos had become a fairy tale by then.
‘This must be a joke’ she grinned.
She opened the box with surprise.
Two bright beams of light hit her eyes.
Burning her eyes out, as she screamed.
It killed her then. A gruesome scene.
Kronos laughed loudly with mirth.
Revenge was his, for what it was worth.
By magic, he brought the box back to him.
No one had seen what had happened then.
The priest found her on the floor.
He just staggered away in horror.
He sent an emergency message to Vantera.
Relatives & others came in fear, ya.
Magic was weak in the world then.
What had happened was beyond them.
It was magic, but they hadn’t a clue.
They were at a loss as to what to do.
Kronos was feeling pretty good.
Then, a demon appeared. He knew it would.
“Did you enjoy your little revenge plot?”
“Yes, we knew. We expected the lot.”
“We knew revenge would eat at you.”
“So, we let you go on and carry thru.”
“Now, you can give us your total attention.”
“You will do all, or must I mention.”
“Panthers will rip you apart.”
So, you had better do your part.”
With that he waved his hand.
Two panthers appeared on command.
Kronos screamed and peed his pants.
“Send them away. I will obey” he pants.
The demon smiled, if you would call it that.
“Now, you can get on the real track.”
The demon laid out what Kronos would do.
“What? That might be impossible to do.”
“You have many reference books.”
Plus over 800 years of using the flux.
Magic is a constant, use depends on the user.”
We know you’re strong. You’re no fool here.”
“You can accomplish this, but it will take time.’
“All during that time, you will be mine.”
“I will know all that you will try to do.”
“Do not take me for a fool.”
“You’re very soul is ruled by us.”
“You will immediately start studying the flux.”
With that, the demon vanished again.
Kronos knew there was no way for him to win.
He went down into the extensive library.
He was overwhelmed, but didn’t tarry.
A lover of The Black Arts, he was ecstatic.
Maybe he could do the job, no matter how erratic.
Exactly what Kronos was working on is not known.
I don’t know because I wasn’t shown.
But, keep reading and more should be revealed.
This must happen for The Chronicles to be real.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 1)

Kronos suddenly found himself sitting on his throne.
He looked around and found he was all alone.
He was confused and disoriented to be sure.
How in the world did all of this occur.
Then, without warning, a demon appeared.
“Are you thinking that all this is a little weird?”
“Well, After over 150+ years in hell,
you’re back in your castle in which you did dwell.”
“All you will be allowed to remember of hell
is being ripped apart, over and over, like a spell.”
“Do you have any idea how many times
panthers ripped you a new ass in 150+ years time?”
“It would have went on for eternity.”
“But, the Dark Lord has other plans now, you see.”
“He has chosen you, and many others,
to do his bidding, as is his druthers.”
“These others you may never meet.”
“At least for now; you’re alone. That’s sweet.”
“Fail to do exactly as we command.”
“You will be sent back to hell to panther land.”
Kronos was white and shaking with fright.
He fell to his knees without a fight.
“No, no,—no more panthers—please.”
“Get up off your knees.”
“This castle was destroyed in your memory.”
“But, it was restored and made bigger, as you can see.”
“It was also moved to the top of a plateau.”
“It was a museum displaying The Black Arts for show.”
“That was back when magic was strong.”
“Since then, magic has been long gone.”
“It is mystical lore now with few practitioners.”
“Those who dabble are mostly inquisitors.”
“All your salvageable books were stored here.”
“Along with many, many others. Is that clear?”
“We will add books to this library of knowledge.”
“For you, it will be like going to Black Arts Collage.”
“You will be working on spells of mass destruction.”
“Plus much, much more without disruption.”
“You are nearing 1,000 years old now.”
“You may be 2,000, or more, if the Dark Lord allows.”
“Just to carry on your assigned duties.”
“ You will do as required without gratuity.”
“Details for what is on a need to know basis.”
“Remember, you are not worthy to kiss his laces.”
“Don’t even think of getting revenge on Anika. Fact.”
“She has been dead for many years & won’t be coming back.”
At the sound of Anika’s name Kronos blood boiled.
But, if she died many years ago, his revenge was foiled.
“Don’t think you can do what you want.”
“You do only what we command and want.”
The demon suddenly disappeared.
He had given Kronos no real assignment, which was weird.
Kronos immediately tested his magical abilities.
He cast a few spells and determined his agility.
He found Anika had a granddaughter who was alive.
He will take revenge on her. His time has arrived.
Exactly what will he attempt to do?
That will soon be revealed to you.
Just as soon as it is revealed to me.
At that time we both shall see.

—————————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)