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"Furters Demon" by Bill Brennan
based on a short story by the brilliant Larry Niven
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Frank N Furter was bored. It was a time of chaotic frenzy about the castle, but none of it had anything to do with him. He and his household, Riffraff and his sister, Magenta, had made planetfall just a few days ago. Riffraff and Magenta were both busy with setting up the household, making ready the various requirement they would need while on Earth (food, equipment, power, and more) and all of it had nothing to do with Frank. He, the great scientist, would be busy soon enough, after everything had been set up, but until then he was left with an annoying amount of free time.
As such, Furter decided to research a bit into humanity. He started with religion.
Religion was unknown on Transexual, it was a human thing, this creation of various Gods and beleifs, punishments and rewards, worship and devotion, and it facinated him. Furter procured books on all the Earths religions, from the main stream such as the Christian, Muslum, and Hebrew faiths to the fringe religions such as Wicca and Paganism.
He found one topic, witchcraft, to be of special interest, and decided to conduct an experiment: Furter would attempt to raise a demon.
Frank never expected it to work, of course. Demons, ghosts, people who rise from the dead after 3 days, lamps that burn without fuel, all were totally illogical, but he wanted to experience what the humans did when they conducted such ceremonies, just to see what the attraction was. So he soon found himself in the lab, which was still barren of the embrionic tank that Rocky would ne grown in, and that's where he set things up:
On the tiled wall he drew a pentagram, and attached 5 candle holders, with candles, onto the wall. The illustration in the book had the candles on the floor, but the floor of the lab was dirty. not yet antiseptic, and he didnt want to be an unkind host..if a demon were to appear, it would not be on a dirty floor,that would be rude.
Frank sat in front of the wall, lit the candles, boiled the blood (reconstructed from the lab, he had no access to fresh blood as of yet) and chanted the incantations...and almost fell over when there was a flash of light, the scent of sulpher (brimstone, Frank wondered?) and when the smoke cleared he saw that he was face to face with what could only be a demon.
"It..it worked," Frank said, amazed and delighted. Standing there in front of his was a demon: blood red skin, small black horns, pointed tail. The face looked familier, long and narrow with a mostly bald head with a few streams of greasy blond hair flowing down its shoulders. "Course it worked, you followed the direction, didn't you?" The demon smiled, showing white canine teeth, made for ripping meat. "Yes, yes I did," Frank agreed. He was still amazed, why, this was incredible! A whole new area of science had just popped up in front of him! This was amazing, this was wonderful, this was... This was trouble. Furter remembered what the book said about a demon: it would appear, give you a wish, but your soul was his to take back to Hell when the deal was done. "You dont look so good, Frankie my son. Did'nt really belive I would be conjured up, did you? Didn't consider what would happen if things actually worked, hey?"
And the demon laughed, long and hard, and Franks insides turned to water.
Frank N. Furter was amazed. No, he did not excpect the incantation to work, not at all. Frank found that he was backing away, towards the door...
Frank had twenty four hours to think of a way to save his soul, and time was running out...
Frank went about the castle. He found riffraff and Magenta in the dining room, setting the table. Both were still as statues. He spilled wine our of a bottle and saw it stop in frozen, fluid motion. He lit a candle, and the flame did not flicker, nor give off heat, or burn his finger when he touched it.
Frank went to his books, and read, and found nothing that would get him out of this mess. The closest thing he came to was the tales of the Djinn, magical creatures that granted wishes, only to make the wishes worse than what the person requesting them wanted.
His luck there was no better. He tried two churches, a mosque, and a synagogue. He may as well have been trying to break thru solid steel. He got hungry, twice, and stole food and wine from the tables at a local
bar. Each time he left a small note saying " The Phantom strikes again", which didn't cheer him up at all. Time passed, and passed, and eventually Frank found himself back at the castle, in the lab, facing the red pointy toothed thing from Hell.
The twenty four hours was up. Frank knew it when the demon suddenly vanished, and popped back again.
Furter walked out of the lab, heading towards the Zen room. He wanted his hookah, some pot, and some wine.
He dumped the religion books in the trash on his way.
Bill Brennan 2009
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