Night, April 9th, 1879. Ward's Barn
Some mood music
Nathanial Frost could feel the curse inside him. It churned inside his guts, and though he coughed until he bled, he still couldn't dislodge it.
Damn Ward. Damn him to Hell for this.
The curse was consuming him, and Nathanial knew it. He'd seen what Ward's curses could do, and he had no illusions that he would, indeed, be dead within a week. He doubted he would last even that long.
He wouldn't go without a fight, though.
He crawled into the barn. He'd seen Ward calling his spirits here...well, he intended to summon one of his own.
Gus had told him the story of how Tex had come to be the way he was. Nathanial had learned well. He could call the same spirit that had granted Tex his incredible powers. All Nathanial had to do was make a deal...he wasn't using his soul anyhow.
Nathanial knelt at the circle etched into a giant marble slab in the center of the barn. He pulled his bowie knife, and tried to remember how Gus said he'd called the thing before.
The barn had a large brass firebowl tucked away in the corner. Nathanial struggled to move the damn heavy thing into position, then filled the bottom with coal. He also added some kerosene, some hay, and a few small chunks of Ghost Rock. He struck a match and stood a good few feet back before tossing it in to the bowl.
A change of mood.
There was a
*WOOSH!* as the flames caught the kerosene. Smoke begain to rise, dark at first, but then lightening to a ghostly pale as the distinctive wail of burning Ghost Rock rose up from the flames.
Now came the Chant.
"Oh mighty Tezcatlcoatl, Serpent of the Smoking Mirror, I beseech you to come forth and...and..." Aw, Hell. How did the chant go again? Fuck it.
"I want you to come here so we might make a deal."
The smoke from the fire suddenly began to waver and twist unnaturally. The smoke took on the appearance of a coiled serpent with two glowing embers for eyes, and the wailing of the coal began to sound more like the shake of a monumental rattlesnake.
"Y̨o̴u̢ hav͜e s̡u͘mmo͞nèd ͢m͢e, ̕a͏nd ͠I̛ have͞ c͜o͞me͝.̴" hissed a voice from the coiling cloud.
"Wh͡y ̡a̢ve ͢yo̵u̴ ̴d̡o̵ne҉ ̕thi̸s, a̷n͜d ͝what͏ ́do͜ y̡ou o͢f͝f͜er͠ to ̀s͢at҉e m͜y wra̴th̴ ́at being͜ ̧ca͜l͘le̕d̷ ̸fòr͝th?̛"
"Er...offer?" Nathanial gulped. Gus hadn't mentioned anything about making no damn offer! Hastily he searched through his pockets.
"Um...shit. I-I got some gold dollars..."
"Go̸l͡d̢?" the serpent hissed. The rattling began to shake the walls of the barn.
"Yo̴u͠ th͡ink I͡ ͘want ̧y͟our̡ f͏il͝th͠y ̶ǵol̴d?͡ ̷A̸f͏tȩr͠ the mùrde͜ŗe̷ŗ Cort́es sl͝a̷ug͝hter͜e̢d my p̡eople̸ i͡n̷ se̴ar͘c͜h͏ ͢o͡f it̕?" Nathanial only had time to yelp as the fanged maw of the smoke-snake opened and darted towards him. Instead of being swallowed, however, nathanial found himself staring into a pair of burning coals as the serpent gazed at him. he could feel the heat of that gaze blistering his skin.
"Y̡ou i͏nśul̵t me,͠ ̢h͡u͏ma͞n.͢"
"OhJesusdon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme" Nathanial whimpered. A foul smell filled the air as a wet stain formed on the crotch of his pants.
"A͠h̛.̡..yès.̡ Yo̢u͜r f̶e̕ar ͠i̵s͘ ͡in͞to̕x̀i̢c̴a̵ti̡n̡g̡.́" The serpent muttered, and the smoke coiled back near the brazier.
"I̸ a̧c͝c̶ep͠t ̛your ҉off̧e̡ri̢ng,҉ hu̧m̡an. ͝S̶t̴ate y̷o̢u̕r͜ ͜des̨i͏r̢e,̷ ̧a҉n͠d̶ w̛e̶ sha͡l̷l̷ s̸e͝e w̛hat b͞a̧r̡gai̶ns̵ m͡aý bé ̕m͠ad͡ę."
Nathanial swallowed, then coughed. The coughing fit wracked his body as the curse ate into him. He knelt by the circle in the marble slab and picked his words.
"Oh Mighty Serpent, I want what you done for Gus and Tex. I want you to make me immortal."
The serpent seemed to smile.
"Immort̨a̷l?̛ ̵A ͘bo͢on̷ not ͠giv́en̛ lig͜h͟tly. What d̡o ͞y͜o͡u̴ of̧f͢ęr ҉in̨ ̨re̛tu͝rn?̢"
"I-I offer you my soul, oh Mighty Serpent." Nathanial replied.
"Yo͘ur͠ so̕ul͝?̶ ͜Wh̷at͟ ́so̕rt ̀of be̛iņg do͘ y͢où thiņk̸ ͠I̷ ͝am,̶ ̷huma̡n?̀" the serpent replies with a sibilant chuckle.
"A͝ ̧şoul iş worth les̨s̴ ̛tha͝n̴ not̛hing͞ ͝tò me, and̡ ́I͢ c͡òul̀d̕ no͘t take̕ ̛it ͘e̡v͝e͠n͟ ͡if͝ I͡ ̧wan͢ted͟ ít,̷ f̀or͠ ̕m̸o͞r̸tal s͢ouls ͡are͞ ̸t͟h͜e ̢pr͡opert̶y of̛ Mićt͞l̵an̷tecu͠ht̨li̷,̢ wḩom I͜ ͘w͞o͢u̴ļd ̡never̢ c̛ro͢s͠s. ̨And͜ ͘if͠ ͝y͡o͜u'̛r̷e s͞o̵ ̡q͜ui̧c̶k̢ ̷t͘o ͝of̷f͡ęr̶ it͞, it ͡mu̧s͟t not̛ be wor̸t̵h ͢m̕úch to ̸y̢ou̵, ͜ei̷the̵r.̴ Y̷ou ẁill hav̷e͜ to ͠m͞ak̛e ̛a be̵tter͘ offe͢r t̴hán ̀t̵hat, h̕um̀a̷n̶."
Nathanial began to sweat. He thought all demons wanted souls...what the hell else did he have to offer?
The minutes ticked by as he struggled to think of an answer.
"I̵t ̵s̀eems ͝y͘o͡u̸ ̸a̡re̢ a ͟ver̛y͟ g͞r͞eat fo͘ol,̛ ͟huma̷n." The serpent remarked.
"T̸el̶l ͜me,̡ ̶wh̸at led ͘you t̨o ͘s͞e͝e͠k me ͘ou̕t͞ ͠fór͢ a b͘ar̷gain ͞i͘n̷ ̵th͘e firs̛t p͢l̡a̶ce? Hel͜p̡ ̴me ̸u͝ndȩrs͟ta͟nd̡ your͘ situat͝ion͘."
So Nathanial did. The words just tumbled out, about the failed raid to chase the nosy Marshal out of town, about Ward and his magic and the great envy Nathanial had of his powers, of the curse Ward placed on him that was slowly eating him alive, of his fear of dying.
The serpent listened to the gunman's tale. Finally, it asked a question.
"T̡e̴l̴l̶ ͝me̛, humań...͝ẁhich ͝d͘o yo̡u͘ f̸e̛ar͟ mo̢r̢e̢?͜ ͝T͟he de͞a̷th,͜ or̀ t̴he͟ s̕l̶o̵w ̨d͡ying͟ l̸eádin͠g̴ t̷ó ́i̛t?͟"
"What difference does that make?"
"All̢ ̛t̵he ͝d̵iff̶e͞renc͢e. I c̷an spar͡e͠ you̴ ͞fr͞om one, b̡u͞t ̶n͟ơt ͞t̕h͠e oth̴e͝r. ̀Y̧o̡ur f̢rien͞d ̡Gu͜s̕ ͞un͢ders̶tơod th̕is̡ whe͟n ͘he͡ ̵m̢ad̨e ͟his pact.̧"
"What the Hell are you talking about?"
"L̴e͠t me ̶m̸aḱe it si͝m͝ple͠. ͜I can̵ ͡a̵r̛ran̡g̀e ̨f͢o͜r̕ ͞y̢ou to͡ ͡s͢ur͘viv̡e y͡o͜u̸r c̸omin̸g̶ ̶de̷ath, b̢ut͘ you̧ w͟o̴ul̛ḑ ͡then c͘a̸rr͡y̷ a͘ cur͘se ̡fo̶re̡ve͜r. Ór, I̸ can s͠p͡a͜r̷è y̡ou th̨e ̀p̵ain o͞f̀ ḑying̢,̧ ͢quic̵kl̸y͟ a̶n̶d̷ ͞p͠ainl͠ès̢sly͞, ̡but ͢yo̵u ͜w̵ould̛ be ́dead for̛ev͟er.͜ ͟W̸h̡ich w̸o͞u͞ld y͠o̡u͞ p͜r̕efer?͡"
Nathanial thought long and hard. He didn't look forward to this "being cursed forever" business, but Gus didn't seem to have it too badly. Sure, Tex was a horror show, but even being turned into something that powerful had an appeal, when Nathanial got right down to it.
"If that first one, the being cursed forever, is what Gus done, then I'll do that." Nathanial said.
"E̷x̛c̶ellen͟t. The͘n͘ ͡h̨e̛ŗe̷ ̡is wha͜t͘ y͠ou̷ ̴w͜įll͠ do̧. ̧Yo͜u͡ ̕will ͠dó ͝as̀ Ẁar̷d͟ ţo̴ld̴ ͠you,͡ a̕nd̴ t̴urn̡ yo̡ur̡self ͝in ̶t̀o ̸t̛he͜ ́M͟ar͟s͟h̵al. ̢Y͢o̕u̶ wil͡l̨ ͝a̴cc͠e̛pt̷ ͡wh͟a̸teve͜r ̵judgment͡ ̡i͜s m̨ade a̴g̛ains̕t͢ yo͞u̢, ev̵e͞n̕ ͠íf it̢ ͜w̴o͞u͟ld ̨l̴ead t̶o d͢ea͝th̢. ́Wit̴h̕ ̢my͘ bless͘įn̶g͡, y͡o͞u ͘w̴il̢l ͜be͠ abĺe ͢to̷ ͢sh̡ed̡ your͢ pro͜bl͟em͞s ̛a̢nd́ be̷g̶in͜ a̵ņe̛w̶.͝ ͝Is t̕h̵i̢s acc͢epta͘ble?͝"
"I suppose so." Nathanial grumbled.
"O̵ņe m͞ore͜ t͝h͜i̴n͘g̴. You ̶will̴ no̵t̛ ̀att͟èm̛pt tò s̀e̸ek̷ r͡ev̢en̴ge ͠aga͠i͞n̷şt͘ ̨W̛a̸rd̡. Nor͢ ̀will ̸you̷ a̶tte͝mpt ̸to̴ s͡abo͠tage thé e͠ff̡or͝t̵s ͢he͟ ̡h͝a͢s͞ ̨m̡aḑe.̷ ̵If ̕y͟ou ͜d͝o ́thi͢s,͜ I wi̕l̶l rev̧okȩ ̧my ble̡s̕s̕ing̶, a͜n̢d̸ ̸you ẁi͟ll di͢e ̷i͟n p͞ain. Ar̡e ͟we understoo̕d̸?"
"Fine." Nathanial grumbled again in irritation.
"Can we get this over with?"
"Ho̕ld͟ ͢o͟u̸t͘ you̧r ar̵m." The serpent instructed.
Nathanial did so, and the serpent struck. Smoggy fangs bit deep into the flesh, and the man screamed as the venom burned in the wound. Everything began to go dark...
"A final͢ ́wa̧rnińg͟. The şn̴ake̸ i̴s not i͡mmun͘e̢ t͘o̶ ̀it'̧s ͝o̡wņ bite͠." the serpent whispered as Nathanial collapsed.
He wondered what that meant as unconsciousness claimed him.
[[OOC: Important note! Trying to summon evil spirits is a bad idea, and can lead to being possessed, making foolish deals for power, the disfavor of your religion's supreme being, and itchy rashes. Please don't attempt this at home!]]