Spell… H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N 2022 – Day 13

An impromptu piece of micro-fiction concerning a mystical artifact. Have fun.

The Orb

Clarence held the glowing orb in his sweaty hands. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“I told you it was here, didn’t I?” Jane cooed.
“Yes, but what is it? And what does it do?”
“You’re about to find out…” his girlfriend drew a knife from her backpack and sliced the back of his left hand. Dark red blood spilled from the wound and touched the mystical artifact, creating a wave of energy that spread through the ancient catacombs like wildfire.
“Honey, what did you do?” he asked as the sphere burned the tip of his fingers.
“Forgive me, but it was always going to need a sacrifice to be activated…” she kissed his forehead and backed away. “Just know that you will never be forgotten and that you’ve made the world a better place.”
“Jane? What do you mean? JANE!”
He was still screaming when the dimensional rift opened completely and a horde of hungry demons pushed through.