Snippet #1974842

(*blows up*) (Its technically really early morning, but i digress. Its confusing. Emett doesnt sleep much anyways)

Emett was not happy. He could have handled it hismelf. He had practiced. He was set on it now even more: He was going to personally take down that demon.

Emett quickly disapeared into his room, but instead of sleeping, he continued writing. He was writing a spell to be specific, and a powerful one. He was bent on destroying the demon. Derek came in, asking if he was okay. Emett then replied "I could have handled that demon on my own!", hiding his spell in the proccess. No one knew he was writing it, and he was going to keep it like that. It had enoguh protective spells cast on it itself that would burn any demon who touched it, which took about a weeks worth of them.

The spell was a banishing spell for starters. The only thing that prevented Emett from making this spell quicker was the fact he had almost no rhyming skill, and it takes him forever to think up the lines.

He stashed his spell away then, and walked over to his bed...

"Catch me daddy" Emett had said, when he was 7, jumping on his bed. He jumped right into him.

"Daddy, whats this?" Emett had said, holding his pocket watch. His dad replied, noting "that's a Pocket Watch, old family relic. They say its lucky you know, that it will protect anyone who wears it......And actually, its my present for you...".

"Yaaaaaaaay!!!!"

Emett held the Pocket Watch again. He never separated from it. It still worked too, despite being old. And it seemed to work, at least somewhat, because the demon that killed his father didn't kill him. But Emett wasn't going to give the demon a chance to...

He looked outside, waiting for the sun to peak up. Emett sighed, put everything behind him, and decided to go do something. Anything. This demon was either going to come to him, or Emett would find him.

No matter what.