This dark tale was written in Cameron's spare time.  Beware! Do not read after midnight.  You have been warned.

Rove

The Devil is his name, when you call upon him use this name and no other. It might just save your scrawny life, boy! I am his slave; bound by blood I am. He fed me for a month he did making me his familiar. My name is Rove and I am no doubt a goblin. I live in a country where witches and goblins do exist, it’s called…. The Underworld, the place of death! I worked for the devil until he enslaved my people. My family was the first to die, I was the second… This is my story.

I was born a goblin, obviously in the underworld, to my parents Samos and Gristion. They liked to hunt so I inherited that from them; also I inherited my grand goblin Wathsgd - it can tell the time on Earth. I would love to visit Earth; I would always like to have visited. But that’s when my parents sold me as a slave to the devil. He said he would pay my family well for me but, oh boy that was a lie. They do call him the father of lies though, so my parents should have known better. It was a hard few years of being a throne cleaner. It wasn’t really cleaning because I covered it in black hair form his back - why he likes it no one knows. It’s quite puzzling how why he needs so many slaves, he is twenty feet tall though. He controls this domain, his domain. In the underworld the old gods have their own domain, kind of like a bedroom but bigger and you’ve got more chance of dying in another god’s domain. I am protected from the devil in his domain but, anywhere else I’m as good as dead! Working for him was my protection, before I abused it.

Then I was promoted to being a throne searcher where I go under the giant throne and search for anything under there. My family didn’t get a penny from that back stabber! The reason he wiped out my entire race was simple, we revolted! We burned his throne to the ground with a consequence that we were all willing to pay. His back hair was singed but that wasn’t enough. We took his left thumb and boiled it to make him screech. Like a banshee he screamed before he killed all of us. He trapped us all in a bamboo cage and poured hot oil onto our soft skinned bodies. My parents where in the first cage, the first to feel the pain. I was in the second. It was horrible to watch as their skin melted, before mine did.

That is my story. My name is Rove; use it when you seek me. I will come, with a price, a big one.

By Cameron Yr6