During the Age of Madness, there was a being who controlled this Madness, the Mad King. Under the Mad King’s reign, they -the way to describe what they are is to use no pronouns- created, what the mortals call, Demons. Demons “blessed” mortals with magic. With the Demon’s magic, the mortals were able to cause so much Chaos. All they did with it was the same dozen things. The Mad King grew bored of the same Chaos and Madness that the mortals would do. So, the Mad King sealed away their own power into a book and banished the Demons, which in turn banished all magic. The Mad King buried the book so, at the time, no mortal could find it. Order came to the land and eras passed. Now, the governments of this world try to cover up evidence of magic ever existed. The Mad King now works at Bob’s Dinner. They simply go by John. Short common names are easier for mortals to remember then what their true name is. They don’t talk much, for speaking would destroy the mind of those who heard it. They were content to just flip burgers and deep fry food. The owner, Bob, is an ass. Always yelling at the other employees, firing the mortals for the smallest offenses. Bob knew better than to talk to John in that matter. For if John would say a single word, the restaurant would be shut down for months. They may have sealed their power away, but not all of it could have fit into one item. They still have enough power to drive the entire county mad for eternity.
They were content with just flipping ground beef patties covered in sodium chloride then put the patties on a wheat that was ground into fine powder, combined with chicken eggs and water molded into rounded small bread, baked at a consistent temperature until golden brown. Small Chaos refined into order. They could get used to the way mortals could control the small amount of Chaos that was around them. Though they did miss the degree that the mortals could control large amounts of Chaos. Their thoughts were interrupted by Bob screaming. They moved from the kitchen to see what all the noise was about. They saw something familiar. One of the Christianized portrayals of one of their children. The Demon, like a bull standing on two legs wrapped in flames, was tearing Bob in two. A smile crossed their face, or the mask they wore that looked like a mortal's face. Someone has found their book. A new form of entertainment has just appeared. A Warlock, a mortal who is trying to control power beyond what their tiny mind could understand. In a wave of their hand, the demon, the dinner, and the whole town ripped from reality. All that was left was a burning crater, and that would still burn for thousands of years. On the news that night, the government claimed there were multiple gas pipe explosions throughout the city, killing all in the town. That was not true. Two have survived, The Warlock and John, the burger flipper. They recognized the Warlock. She was a waitress that was fired from the dinner early that week. They couldn’t contain their excitement. For the Age of Madness had returned.
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Reply to [WP] You are a worker at a fast food restaurant where your boss is a ass, enough of an ass that someone summoned a demon to kill him and anyone else in the restaurant. They didn't account for you being something far older and more dangerous who just wants to make money in peace. by SapphireFoxy
During the Age of Madness, there was a being who controlled this Madness, the Mad King. Under the Mad King’s reign, they -the way to describe what they are is to use no pronouns- created, what the mortals call, Demons. Demons “blessed” mortals with magic. With the Demon’s magic, the mortals were able to cause so much Chaos. All they did with it was the same dozen things. The Mad King grew bored of the same Chaos and Madness that the mortals would do. So, the Mad King sealed away their own power into a book and banished the Demons, which in turn banished all magic. The Mad King buried the book so, at the time, no mortal could find it. Order came to the land and eras passed. Now, the governments of this world try to cover up evidence of magic ever existed. The Mad King now works at Bob’s Dinner. They simply go by John. Short common names are easier for mortals to remember then what their true name is. They don’t talk much, for speaking would destroy the mind of those who heard it. They were content to just flip burgers and deep fry food. The owner, Bob, is an ass. Always yelling at the other employees, firing the mortals for the smallest offenses. Bob knew better than to talk to John in that matter. For if John would say a single word, the restaurant would be shut down for months. They may have sealed their power away, but not all of it could have fit into one item. They still have enough power to drive the entire county mad for eternity.
They were content with just flipping ground beef patties covered in sodium chloride then put the patties on a wheat that was ground into fine powder, combined with chicken eggs and water molded into rounded small bread, baked at a consistent temperature until golden brown. Small Chaos refined into order. They could get used to the way mortals could control the small amount of Chaos that was around them. Though they did miss the degree that the mortals could control large amounts of Chaos. Their thoughts were interrupted by Bob screaming. They moved from the kitchen to see what all the noise was about. They saw something familiar. One of the Christianized portrayals of one of their children. The Demon, like a bull standing on two legs wrapped in flames, was tearing Bob in two. A smile crossed their face, or the mask they wore that looked like a mortal's face. Someone has found their book. A new form of entertainment has just appeared. A Warlock, a mortal who is trying to control power beyond what their tiny mind could understand. In a wave of their hand, the demon, the dinner, and the whole town ripped from reality. All that was left was a burning crater, and that would still burn for thousands of years. On the news that night, the government claimed there were multiple gas pipe explosions throughout the city, killing all in the town. That was not true. Two have survived, The Warlock and John, the burger flipper. They recognized the Warlock. She was a waitress that was fired from the dinner early that week. They couldn’t contain their excitement. For the Age of Madness had returned.