“Mighty Miltaides we call thee to wreak havoc on those who have wronged us,” Three women chanted as they surrounded a summoning circle. They were all clad in long black robes hiding their raven hair and their youthful appearances. Candles decorated the five points of the star as the women continued to chant. Soon the’re chanting was answered by a blob that slowly formed into a short fat demon. He had two short horns on either side of his forehead, one was broken. He stomped as a long metal chain swung from his neck.
“Who dare summons the Miltaides from the depths?” he bellowed as he looked at one of the three women.
“We have,” one of the women replied, “We have summoned you to stop our enemies.”
Miltaides shook his head, “You got me out of bed for this?” he grumbled as he walked towards her, but stopped as he felt the barrier.
“You cannot leave that barrier until we have control of you,” the same woman said, as she stepped closer and tried to grab his chain, “Come closer Miltaides and we shall make haste our revenge.”
Miltaides stepped back, almost touching his chain, but she stepped wrong and her foot smudged the circle he was in. Miltaides smiled and leaped away from her, causing a small earthquake that caused the women to fall onto their rears.
Running from the circle and the clearing the women used to summon him, he stopped only when he was sure he was free of them. He didn’t realise he had stopped in a playground.
“Silly humans, I will never be controlled by someone on this plane,” he chuckled.
“Hey,” a little voice said, as he felt a tug on his collar, “Are you lost?”
Miltaides looked down at the little girl, “No I am escaping.”
“Some older versions of you,” he turned, but felt the pull against his collar. Turning he saw the end of his chain in the little girls hand. He sighed, “Why don’t you be a good girl and let go of that.”
She looked up at him with a smile, “Why?”
“Because I can’t go anywhere with you holding it,” his lips trembled, “M… master.”
“Huh?” she looked confused.
“Since you hold the chain, I have to do whatever you say, so why don’t you let it go?”
She smiled, “So you’re like a doggy? I will name you Spot.”
“My name isn’t Spot, it is Miltaides, bringer of Earthquakes.”
“Come on Spot, I need to get home to Mom and Dad,” she tugged on the chain.
“Yes master, but my name isn’t Spot.”