Michael felt Raphael relaxed. Once again he was overcome with a deep feeling of contentment.
"'When I was first imprisoned, I did swear to richly reward whoever released me,' the demon replied," he continued his story. "However, as years went on, I became bitter. When a thousand years had come by, I promised to let them go, and when another thousand years went, I vowed to kill them. And thus, I now have to take your head.'"
"'I don't think you're such a mighty spirit,' the boy said. 'You probably couldn't even put yourself back into that bottle!'
"'Of course I can,' replied the demon, and instantly shrunk himself, returning to the bottle. However, the boy was quick, and put a stopper on the bottle, imprisoning it again.
"Immediately the demon began whining, 'Let me out! Let me out!' over and over again.
"'Why should I?' asked the boy. 'You would only kill me!'
"'I promise I won't harm a hair on your head if you let me free again,' the demon pleaded. 'I will give you a rich reward!'
"The boy thought about this for a moment, then decided to trust the creature. He took off the stopper, and the demon returned to its enormous size. It then handed the boy a small piece of cloth.
"'This has a mighty power within it,' it told him. 'If you touch any metal with this end,' it pointed at one end of the cloth, 'it will become silver. However, if you touch anybody with the other end, all their wounds and illnesses will be healed.' And after this, it disappeared.
"The boy was eager to try this. He touched the head of his axe with the cloth, exactly like the demon had showed him. He then ran back to his father. 'Father, look!' he shouted, striking the nearest tree with his axe. However, the silver axe bent under the pressure.
"'Oh, you poor boy,' exclaimed the father, 'what will I do with you? Now I'll have to pay for that axe and where will I get the money for that?'
"'I'm sorry, Father,' the boy said. 'I'll take it to the town and see if I can still get a couple of coins for it.' His father agreed, as he couldn't cut wood anymore anyway. And so he wnet to the town, where he sold the silver head of the axe for more money than his father had ever even seen.
"Ever since they lived on happily. Never did they wish for anything, for they had everything they needed. And the boy became a famous doctor who was known to be able to heal any wound and illness a human might get."
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:36 am (UTC)"'When I was first imprisoned, I did swear to richly reward whoever released me,' the demon replied," he continued his story. "However, as years went on, I became bitter. When a thousand years had come by, I promised to let them go, and when another thousand years went, I vowed to kill them. And thus, I now have to take your head.'"
"'I don't think you're such a mighty spirit,' the boy said. 'You probably couldn't even put yourself back into that bottle!'
"'Of course I can,' replied the demon, and instantly shrunk himself, returning to the bottle. However, the boy was quick, and put a stopper on the bottle, imprisoning it again.
"Immediately the demon began whining, 'Let me out! Let me out!' over and over again.
"'Why should I?' asked the boy. 'You would only kill me!'
"'I promise I won't harm a hair on your head if you let me free again,' the demon pleaded. 'I will give you a rich reward!'
"The boy thought about this for a moment, then decided to trust the creature. He took off the stopper, and the demon returned to its enormous size. It then handed the boy a small piece of cloth.
"'This has a mighty power within it,' it told him. 'If you touch any metal with this end,' it pointed at one end of the cloth, 'it will become silver. However, if you touch anybody with the other end, all their wounds and illnesses will be healed.' And after this, it disappeared.
"The boy was eager to try this. He touched the head of his axe with the cloth, exactly like the demon had showed him. He then ran back to his father. 'Father, look!' he shouted, striking the nearest tree with his axe. However, the silver axe bent under the pressure.
"'Oh, you poor boy,' exclaimed the father, 'what will I do with you? Now I'll have to pay for that axe and where will I get the money for that?'
"'I'm sorry, Father,' the boy said. 'I'll take it to the town and see if I can still get a couple of coins for it.' His father agreed, as he couldn't cut wood anymore anyway. And so he wnet to the town, where he sold the silver head of the axe for more money than his father had ever even seen.
"Ever since they lived on happily. Never did they wish for anything, for they had everything they needed. And the boy became a famous doctor who was known to be able to heal any wound and illness a human might get."