Tuesday, February 12, 2008
“You don’t think it’s too cultist then?” Arthur Billings scrutinized his reflection. The black robes were stylish, he had to admit, but wasn’t the embroidered eye-over-pyramid motif a little over the top?
“Not at all.” Jasfoup plucked at a stray thread. “It shouts ‘Here is power, kneel before me and pay homage.”
“You think?” Arthur did a half twirl, grinning at the way the cloth made a satisfying swish. “I wear this then. Should there be something underneath?”
Jasfoup hesitated in the act of saying ‘ordinary clothes’ or at least ‘underwear’ but closed his mouth. “No,” he said. “It’s traditional to be nude underneath the robes.”
“Like the Scots and their kilts, eh?” Arthur nudged the demon on the arm and winked. “The mark of a real man.”
“Something like that.” The demon nodded and smiled, leading Arthur to the front door of the tower where the mob waited. “Off you go then, have a good time.”
Arthur opened the door and peeped out. “Are you sure all these people are my fans?” he said, “Some of them have got pitchforks and flaming torches. I can even see a couple of shotguns.”
“Why else would they be here?” Jasfoup gave him a bit of a push. “They’ll escort you to the town square and give you what you deserve.”
“The key to the city. Excellent.” Arthur straightened his glasses and strode out.
Jasfoup locked the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen at the back of the tower house. “We’ve got about twenty minutes before they realise they’ve got the wrong mad scientist,” he said, helping Harold and Felicia out of the pantry. “After that they’ll storm back here and burn the house down.”