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07 July 2013 @ 05:38 pm
Gun to a Knife Fight Chapter 1  
This is one of the Ophidius and Malidicus stories I have been working on. I'm still hoping to make the art for the second part of this. But for now enjoy the first chapter and PLEASE comment. I'm very proud of how this turned out. This is the one I originally wanted to make into a comic book.



Hierarchy of Demons Council
     “Lastly, report on the technological progress of the humans. Anything of interest to us?” Thagirion the black molten demon said as he placed his long hands on the stone slab. He leaned forward glaring at the nine demons before him. It was a meeting of those that ruled the Earth unseen from the bowls of Hell. The meeting was nearly over except for this final point. There was silence for a time as no one said anything.
     “Well?!” Thagirion roared angrily.
     “It’s the 3rd in command’s job to cause change and advancement.” Screeched the decrepit ice monster Kyrstallos. His realm was that of the Antarctic continent.
     “Yeah, except we don’t HAVE a 3rd in command anymore. Quetzalcoatl’s been missing for decades, centuries, now.” Added Cryahgan his heavy set northern counterpart. Everyone sniggered at that except for Sorath the sun god and Thagirion. The two just glared angrily until that uneasy silence fell once more on the group. It was true that they were short by one as the hierarchy consisted of 11. Quetzalcoatl had not returned after his last failed take over. Thagirion roared and slammed his fist on the slab.
     “Why hasn’t he returned? He always returns!” Thagirion yelled in his high pitched screechy voice. He whipped his head looking around at the demons sitting before him. Black blobs were flung form his skull and splattered on the table causing some of the demons to scuttle backwards. Again no one spoke for a moment.
     “Uh, if I may, Sir?” Came a soft spoken but deep voice . Sorath turned his metal head to the right. To everyone’s surprise, it was Gallemotch that spoke. The 4th in command rarely ever said anything. “If you think I am worthy I could take the role of 3rd and do these things for you.” He asked with a hint of nervousness to his voice. The others couldn’t believe he had done this. They whispered among themselves if this was a good idea or not. Thagirion was still as a statue. Only his lower jaw parted slightly as the fire in his sockets burned intensely. Gallemotch shrunk back in his place worried he had over stepped his bounds.
     “DISMISSED!!” Thagirion suddenly yelled. “Everyone out. Even you Sorath!” He said as he pointed to the massive metal doors with his long index claw. The nine poured out the doors. Just went the last of them was exiting Thagirion spoke.
     “Gallemotch! Thou must remain.” He commanded. The last few out watched as the doors shut on Gallemotch and wondered if they would ever see him again.

     Gallemotch looked up at his master as Thagirion walked away from him with his back to him. His hands clasped behind his black boney wings.
     “Thou hath been not on good terms with the winged serpent, aye?” Thagirion said still not looking back at him.
     “That is correct.” Gallemotch responded.
     “But then who has?” Thagirion said with a chuckle. “The few that are can not be trusted any more than he. Thou wishes take his place?” Thagirion said as he turned quickly to face him.
Gallemotch nodded.
     “Then I shall allow it.” Thagirion roared. Gallemotch reared up with anticipation. “BUT!” Thagirion added. Gallemotch held his breath. “Thou must send him a message. Do not kill him, but defeat him and it is thine.”
     “Yes, master.” Gallemotch responded trying to contain his excitement.
     “Now go.” Thagirion said as he waved his fingers at him to leave. The doors closed with a thud as his minion left, and Thagirion was left alone in the dark.

1888 – American West

     Alexander Malidicus and Ophidius Samuel Slith chatted together at a table. Malidicus sipped on a mug of beer while Ophidius pointed at people and made fun of their silly looks. It was one of their slow periods and they had just come off causing all sorts of mayhem a few towns over.
     “So you like my new suit? I think I look pretty good.” Ophidius said and he pulled on his grey blue vest. He wore a coral long sleeve shirt underneath and a light purple scarf as a tie. His pants were pressed and a very dark blue verging on black. They had light grey pin stripes going through them.
     “Well it’s definitely better than what you used to wear.” Malidicus said eyeing him oddly.
     “I’m glad you agree. I think outfits have so much improved in this time period.” Ophidius responded as he put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. They were in a saloon. That was the new word for tavern in this part of the world. There were several tables and the locals would come in and play card games and drink. Just the kind of atmosphere the two enjoyed when it came to socializing.

     Ophidius was smiling to himself when a large hulking man walked up on his left side and blocked the light.
     “Ophidius Slith?” He asked in a gruff voice.
     “Yeah! That’s me!” Ophidius said raising both hands in the air happily. The man said nothing and nailed Ophidius across his left cheek with his fist. Ophidius fell over limp onto Malidicus’s arm who was next to him.
     “Hey watch it!” Malidicus yelled but before anyone could react the big man grabbed Ophidius by the shirt with both hands, lifted him off of Malidicus and tossed him across the room next to the bar. Ophidius coughed and rolled onto all four propping himself up. That hurt.
     “Do…do I owe you money?” He asked and reached into his vest pocket. He pulled out a pouch. “I have it. There’s actually real sliver in here and not just marbles.” He said. The guy turned over tables and knocked people over as he made his way to the fallen Ophidius. Slith noticed he wasn’t listening. “Oh, so this isn’t about money.” He said as he got up groggily. He had been caught off guard and wasn’t ready for a fight. But since he found himself in one defending himself was called for. He reached for one of his knives with his left hand and managed to pull it out just as the big guy was on top of him. Not fast enough. The man in the hat and duster grabbed him by his hand and hoisted him into the air. With his massive thumb he pushed the knife right out of Ophidius’s little palm.


     “Hey that’s mine!” Ophidius protested. Not only had he recently upgraded his suit but he had also upgraded from the old knives he’d had for centuries. He never liked those blades. These new ones were nice and he didn’t want to lose them. The guy was 6’5” and Ophidius was looking him right in the eyes as he held him there. The stranger had brown eyes, long dirty blond hair and stubble on his square chin. “If this isn’t about money then what? Did I murder someone you care about? If so I’m REALLY sorry.”

     The man said nothing and with his left hand lifted Ophidius up over his head and held him there a second. Ophidius screamed and then the quiet stranger tossed him across the room back first into a card table. The two men playing when flying across the room as Ophidius crashed through to the floor. Cards and poker chips rained down on him. Malidicus couldn’t help but laugh at his friend.



Slith rolled over. He held his chest with his right hand. His ribs really hurt. The wind had been knocked out of him. Breathing was hard. As he propped himself up with his other hand he noticed the cards on the floor and snatched them up.
     “Hey full house! He was winning.” Ophidius said in a weak laugh.
The big guy came at him again.
     “Aw, shit!” Slith said as he stood up to once again attempt to fight. “Talk to me man. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want!” He said annoyed.
     “You talk too much.” Was all the guy said and once more again Ophidius Slith found himself grabbed and launched through the air. He screamed again knowing he’d been thrown much harder than the previous two times. The force of this throw was indeed much greater. Ophidius crashed through the planks of the wall with his back. Light entered into the formerly dark saloon. Ophidius rolled onto the street outside and came to a stop in a cloud of dust. His hair fell into his face. He could barely move. A tear welled up in his eye from the pain. He was in no condition to fight, as he tried to crawl away on his hands and belly.
     “Come on, Ophidius! I know you know how to fight.” Malidicus said as he watched the big man walk through the opening in the wall.
“Hey, you’d better pay for that!” The bar tender yelled as the large man walked past him. He paused a moment, looked down and saw Ophidius’s coin sack. He snatched it up and tossed it at the bar keep.
     “Silver.” Is all he said and walked through the opening.

     Ophidius was frightened by this time. When he saw the guy come through the hole in the wall he let out a little nervous sound and kept trying to crawl away.
     “Who are you? Wha…what do you want? Leave me alone.” He whimpered.
     “George Smith.” Responded the man. “ I have been looking forward to trying out these new weapons.” He said quietly and pulled out a revolver from his holster. He pulled back on the “lever”, aimed and pulled the trigger. He missed, but smiled understanding how it worked now. He set up his gun again and shot Ophidius in the back right shoulder. The little man screamed and rolled around holding his shoulder. The bullet went clean through, taking some bone with it. He felt it rip though him and saw the spray of blood exit his front side. Ophidius Slith fell on his face.

     “WHAT?! Now that’s not a fair fight!” Malidicus yelled as he leaped from his chair and ran towards the opening in the wall.
     “My wall, what am I going to do about my wall?” The bar tender cried as he ran up beside him. Malidicus growled at him then elbowed him in the teeth dropping the man to the ground.
     “Build one that my friend can’t be thrown through!”
George Smith managed to fire a second round into Ophidius’s back before Malidicus leaped out between them.
     “Ok, whatever my friend did I’m sure he deserves it, but you’re not going to kill him on my watch!”
Ophidius smiled when he heard that. It was all he could do through the pain. His vision was blurring and fading. They day was bright and beautiful. The sky was a lovely blue dotted with a few white clouds. Ophidius groaned one last time then passed out. George aimed his gun at Malidicus. He was just someone else in the way of finishing the job. But to his surprise he found his gun swiped from his grasp by a large hairy claw like hand. He looked at Malidicus who was now sporting two elongate arms covered in long black fur. His face had also elongated so that his mouth now housed a nasty set of fangs.
     “You don’t fight fair do you? Time to even the score.” Malidicus spread his legs and arms and rapidly completed his transformation into wolf from.



But to his surprise instead of screaming and running George had half a smile creep onto his face. Malidicus had only ever seen something like that once, and that was when he first met and hunted Ophidius.
     “The odds are still not in your favor. Gifteds are no match for demons. You stay out of my fight, wolf.” He said calmly and also began to change. Soon Malidicus was looking up at a giant centipede. He was nearly as large as Quetzalcoatl but not quite. He had three pairs of arms on his upper segments, but the strangest thing about him was his head. It was not the head of a normal centipede but an eyeless three lobbed mouth filled with triangular teeth unlike anything Malidicus had ever seen before.



     He struck almost as quickly as Quetzalcoatl had. The lobbed mouth wrapped around Malidicus’s left shoulder and injected him with some kind of venom. The wolf whimpered and dropped to his knees. The chilopod let him go and watched.
     “Ah! Ah, man.” Malidicus said as he slowly got back to his feet. “Ok, that hurt.” He said rubbing his shoulder. “But you know what? Quetzalcoatl’s venom is WAY worse than that.”
The demon roared at him furiously.
     “I’m here to send Quetzalcoatl a message.”
     “I got your message.” Growled Malidicus. “I have one for you, George. Don’t ever let me catch you in human form.” Then Malidicus turned around, scooped up Ophidius’s little body under his arm and ran off towards the woods on all three.


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actipton80actipton80 on July 7th, 2013 11:12 pm (UTC)
I don't care for the Ye Olde Butcherede Englishe that Thagirion uses. Most modern authors can't write it correctly except David Eddings, but he was a Professor of English.
Des: Ophidius Incredulousthagirion on July 7th, 2013 11:45 pm (UTC)
After all that, that's ALL you could focus on? Well I make no apologies because Thagirion ALWAYS speaks that way. Most modern readers don't know what's correct or not anyway so it doesn't matter. Now, I would like to hear you say something nice about all my hard work and effort, because I know I did a good job on this and you had to have liked something. You know I was happy when I saw a "1" in the comments section until I read it. Oooh, a professor. Never heard of the dude.

Edited at 2013-07-07 11:59 pm (UTC)
actipton80actipton80 on July 8th, 2013 01:05 am (UTC)
It's just what came to mind first. I do have to admit that I'm a lot pickier than the average modern reader because I read a lot and most other people don't.

I do like the illustrations, but I think I commented on those already in the original posts where you finished them. I actually like the drawings better than the writing, since plotting and infighting aren't really my favorite things to read about. I do have to say that Gallemotch/George is freaky. I have to say that Ophidus's life is about to get more interesting with George chasing him. I'd like to see a human form for Malidicus too.
Des: Ophidius Sadthagirion on July 8th, 2013 01:19 am (UTC)
I read a lot too but it's mostly non fiction.

I'm glad you like the art. Well my stories are all based on conflict. Battles and final battles are the driving force and the reason I write. That is THE subject matter of my universe. Comes from growing up watching Godzilla and dinosaur movies.

Thanks, I'm glad you think he's freaky. Then I have written him right. Yeah, I'd like to see Malidicus's human form too. I'm having a hard time coming up with what he looks like. I basically see nothing and have no vision which is why his descriptions are so vague. It's a real problem because I would have drawn so much more art for this by now if I had his human form.
draconisthanos: evildraconisthanos on July 8th, 2013 01:24 am (UTC)
I am so glad you are uploading these stories. I love reading them with illustrations! I like how George is a no nonsense kind of guy. It's also a big kick to read about my boy, Malidicus in your stories. Poor Ophidius. hehe. I love the part we came up with about the potency of the venom. That comment really pissed Gallemotch off.

The bar scene is just a blast! I can just see Human form Malidicus laughing at his friend getting beat up.

Awesome!
Des: Ophidius Artistthagirion on July 8th, 2013 01:45 am (UTC)
I don't like uploading stories without art to go between the text. I have been doing that since the first days of my website. I'm really starting to like George. I'm glad you like the way I write Malidicus. That was a great thing to add and a good way to piss off Gallemotch.

Yeah the bar stuff was just a great fight.
kabuldur: Asterkabuldur on July 8th, 2013 08:50 am (UTC)
Haha, I must admit that I thought we would be going to an era of human technological change, but then remembered that Gallemotch had to defeat Quetzalcoatl. Ophidius is the human form of Quetzalcoatl, right? So, of course Gallemotch tried to destroy him. But how did he know where he was? Seeing as he was missing from the Thagirion realm for hundreds of years.

I think I've seen all the art before. I must admit, I got sucked into the story in the second part.
Des: Ophidius wingsthagirion on July 8th, 2013 12:07 pm (UTC)
Yes Ophidius is Quetzalcoatl's human form. Hum, I didn't explain that Gallemotch is a tracker and only touched a little on that when powers are used they leave a trail unless masked. There are many demons so some would have seen the exploits of Ophidius and Malidicus. Word would reach back to Hell. It's very hard to keep a secret there. Ophidius would have to keep a low profile if he just didn't want to be found, and that's not him. I don't think he's capable of keeping a low profile especially when they just caused trouble at another town.

Yes, I posted all these pics. I love having artwork between the story so people know what it looks like. I don't like to write stories without art to go with them now.
kabuldur: Asterkabuldur on July 9th, 2013 12:05 pm (UTC)
Oooh, Gallemotch is a tracker! That make sense :) And makes him all the more scary, too. O.o

Haha, yeah, Ophidius would have trouble keeping a low profile, haha :)

I found the artwork complemented the written work very well.
Des: Laughingthagirion on July 9th, 2013 02:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah he's freaky how he can find people to bring back to Thagirion.

Hee hee, yeah Ophidius is too loud.

Thanks.