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The Rich Man and The Cauldron

A story about a rich dude being snobby and stuff.

By terryamericanPublished 3 years ago 11 min read
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The Rich Man and The Cauldron
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“Power. I have it. 11 super cars that normal men only dream of touching. 14 casinos opening in one year. Five million dollar mansions. Women. Fame. I am as physically fit as any normal body builder. My mindset is greater than any poor fool who works every day for his small percentage of what he is owed. You are weak. I am all knowing. My pronouns are God or King. No longer a man. I am an ascended being because I have that which makes one powerful in this life. Forget what happens when I die. Forget karma or good deeds for I am all. All is I.”

The rich man finished his morning workout and his morning meeting and his morning sex and his morning grooming and his morning flight and his second morning workout and his second morning session of sex with his, self described, whore. He was just about to begin his morning lecture at a campus which was about the size of his island he owned in the Florida keys when he received a phone call.

“Hello God.” The man said on the other end of the phone.

“What’s up peasant?” The rich man said to his measly pointless worthless broke stupid assistant.

“Well I was letting you know that I have received information that there is an ayahuasca session involving some of the most powerful men in the world. They will be talking to Molach, the all powerful. Would you like to join?”

The rich man paused.

“Sorry Lord.”

The rich man continued to pause.

“God, I have received information that there is an ayahuasca session involving some of the most powerful men in the world. They will be talking to Molach, the all powerful. Would you like you join… my Lord?”

“Sure peasant. Book my flight. Call the private jet. I’m glad I don’t have to speak to these stupid men who will never be as powerful as I am, you worthless piece of shit.”

“Yes God. My King. It is booked. I will send your Lamborghini to Malaysia. Anything else my God?”

“Yes. Fuck you.”

“Thank you for your time Lord.”

The rich man hung up before he heard what his assistant had said.

***

He drove his Lamborghini through the jungles of Malaysia to his destination. There he was met by men who we will never know. Never see. But they will be using us. Pulling strings.

He drank the bitter ayahuasca after he sexually molested three girls because he, as quoted, ‘was rich and didn’t need another reason to justify it. Plus all the other guys were doing it so why not?’ The horrible human being relaxed in the magnificent mansion where the ‘spiritual journey’ was taking place.

He fell asleep.

***

When he awoke he was in a field. Tall blue grass towered above him and he smiled.

He rose and looked around. Not recognizing his surroundings, he subdued a small amount of panic. Panic because here, he sensed, he had no power. No cars. No women. No money. But he had his strength. That is for sure.

He looked around at the funny blue trees and the purple sky.

Just the trip. No need to worry. He told himself reassuringly.

He walked for a while until he found a path. He followed the path to a strange looking mansion.

The walls were all stained glass colored in different hues. Some pink, some green, but none of the colors matched the blue and purple which surrounded it. He smiled, appreciating that some plebiscite goons built this for a rich man. He needed to meet this rich man. Not to say hi, but to get himself comfortable knowing he was better looking than whoever lived there.

He walked to the front door and let himself in. No God knocked for no man.

The inside was all a cyan shade of pink. No furnishings, just a large room. He stopped and turned getting a glance at every wall, when he noticed the door behind him had vanished. When he turned back to the middle of the room there was a black cauldron sitting over a small fire. He blinked and a white wooden rocking chair appeared. He blinked again and there was the most beautiful man he had ever seen sitting in it.

The man’s face was perfectly symmetrical. His eyes were a piercing turquoise and his eyebrows were thick, but not too thick. His hair was a burnt blonde, which was slicked back into a pompadour. He was incredibly built. His muscles pulsing with sexuality. But, he wasn’t beefy. More lean than anything. He had no clothes on. And no penis. Just a flat spot where one would have been. No hair on his body either. Clean shaven.

“Hello God.” The strange man said in a deep soothing voice.

“Hello.” The rich man replied feeling very insecure.

“You’ve finally come. I’ve been waiting for a very, very, very long time.” He smiled and the insecurity rose within the rich handsome man.

His teeth were glowing. His gums a healthy shade of pink. But, something was off. His smile was large. Almost as large as the lower half of his face. But, he smiled for only a half second so the rich man thought he must have been seeing things. He was high on ayahuasca, so that justified it.

“Waiting for what?” The rich man asked, stepping forward drawn to the man’s beauty.

“Well, you. A man waits forever for God. So, I have waited forever for you.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

“Of course Lord.”

The man smiled again. His smile was larger than before. Almost moving past his perfect chin. The rich man’s eyes darted for an exit, unable to find one.

“Sit King.” The man said.

The rich man didn’t even look to see a chair. He just followed the man’s orders. When he bent to sit, he looked up and was teleported a foot away from the beautiful man. The rich man collapsed in his suddenly-appeared chair and gasped completely enthralled with his perfectness.

“Do you know why you’re here?” The man asked.

“I do n..” the rich man was interrupted by a violent rattling coming from the cauldron. He turned and upon closer inspection saw that the cauldron had a black chain keeping its lid on secured with a large black lock. It’s shaking scared him more than he had ever been before. It continued to convulse and shutter until the man asked him another question.

“Do you want to know what’s on the boil?” The beautiful man asked placing a perfect hand and on the rich man’s thigh.

“Yes I do.”

The rich man noticed he stop calling him God and although it irritated him profusely, he didn’t bother to correct the perfect man.

“Well. It’s what made me who I am.” He smiled again, this time his smile reached his throat.

A bead of sweat rolled down the rich man’s forehead. He was shaking.

“See. I was once a man like you. Powerful. Deprived of no single earthly possession. I had everything. Women, money, and fame. But, that,” he pointed to the cauldron, “that gave me more than those foolish things ever could.”

The cauldron shook more violently then before. Water seeped out the sides of the lid and landed on the cyan pink floor sending steam rising into the air.

“Relax.” The man said squeezing hard on the rich man’s thigh as the shaking stopped, “Wouldn’t you like to know what the pot gave me?”

He nodded. Now so scared he couldn’t speak.

“It gave me the filling.”

“The filling?”

“The emptiness within you. The drive that pushes you for more and more and more. It filled the hole deep within my soul.”

The rich man gulped. Sweat now flowing freely down his brow, wetting his shirt.

The filling. He had always wanted to be full. To be complete. But, he had never reached it. The cars, the casinos, the mansions, the money, the women, the perfect body. But, it had never filled him. He salivated at the thought of relief from the burden of being greater than every man. To be the same as them, although still elevated, he would be even with those who were beneath him. Finding peace was his goal. Fame was just happenstance.

“You want it don’t you?” The beautiful man asked, gripping on his thigh. The feeling in his leg was leaving.

“Yes. I do.”

The cauldron rocketed upwards and outwards and bounced off the ceiling and walls of the cyan pink room. The loud crashing it made turned into an intense rhythm, that of which he had never heard or had never possibly hoped to hear.

His heart was banging to the same rhythm. His eyes tried following it as it bounced around the room but he couldn’t follow the black blur moving at such a speed.

The beautiful man let go of his thigh and started laughing maniacally. His mouth reaching his chest every time he opened it.

The rich man smiled and started laughing too. But, only for a brief period, when he stood up.

“Let me open it!” He yelled as the cauldron appeared where it was originally was and the beautiful man stopped laughing.

“Okay. First you will need this.”

He held up a black key. It’s shape was jagged and rough. The rich man couldn’t take his eyes off it. He grabbed it as soon as the strange man held it up and bolted for the cauldron.

Pushing the key inside the lock caused the chains and lock to disintegrate into a black powder which blew away although he could feel no wind.

He grabbed the lid and threw it off. It too turned into a black powder as soon as he threw it.

He looked inside the cauldron and saw a small green being tucked inside. The green thing was, in a fetal position, naked. It’s skin gave off a slimy shine in the cyan pink light of the room.

It leaped out of the cauldron and he turned to face it.

It’s face was blank no eyes or mouth, but its ears were pointy like an elf’s and its skin was still shining in the cyan pink glow.

The rich man was frozen. This was the filling? He grew angry knowing he had been tricked.

“What the fuck do you think this is?!” He asked the man, but as he turned towards the strange man, both chairs and the man were gone.

He stepped backwards closer to the cauldron as the green goblin creature stepped towards him.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He screamed.

“Where is your fortune now God!?” A voice said. It’s pitch was so high the rich man held his hands to his head as he screamed. It’s scratchy voice emanated from every wall and got louder and louder repeating the same question over and over again.

“No! No! Stop!” The man pleaded with the goblin as he bumped into the cauldron. The walls had closed in and he turned to run but had no where to go.

“Please! Please!” He screamed. The walls still reverberated with the same question.

“It’s too late now.” The voice screeched. The creature kept stepping towards him. He had no where to go.

He stepped backwards and lost his balance. He felt like he was falling forever. ‘It’s too late’ growing louder and more unbearable as he fell. Then, he hit the bottom.

He opened his eyes but found he had none. He tried to scream but realized he had no mouth. The heat inside the small metal cauldron was insufferable. Every time he moved his skin would stick to the sides and he had to struggle to free himself. His skin was peeling off and the pain made him nauseous. He could still hear the voice echoing, ‘it’s too late, it’s too late’, but then it was silent. The only sound remaining was the rich, horrible man screaming as he boiled.

A man who looked just like him smiled down at the small green elf-eared creature who was lying in the cauldron. The man grabbed a lid and placed it on the cauldron and wrapped it with black chains and secured it with a black lock. He turned to leave and there was the door he had entered this house in so long ago. He turned back around and the cauldron was gone. He stepped outside and followed the path back towards the field where he had entered this strange realm and laid down on the blue grass.

He smiled as he woke up from his sleep to a call from his worthless, broke, and stupid assistant.

Horror
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