The Devil's Cut
a drabble
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.”
The voice was smooth, sensual.
A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
“Who are you? Release me. I am a god!” Vladimir’s heart drummed a fearful dirge for the first time in years.
A tall man slid from the shadows donning a jet-black suit and lit a golden cigarette. Sweat rolled down Vladimir’s temples as he approached.
“Ahh Gods…Ask Prometheus the price of false godhood. I always take my cut. Always.”
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A/N:
May we pray that everyone receives a just fate. For Lana's challenge:
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Matthew J. Fromm
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Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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