The Sword of PowerUlrik held the Sword of Power over the Archdemon, his face reflected in the depths of those black eyes.
“Now die, hellspawn.”
It took Ulrik a moment to recognize the deep growling sound. “Why do you laugh?”
“Because a thousand years ago I said that to the previous Archdemon. Before I slayed them and the curse passed to me.”
“Lies. You would say anything to save yourself. Now die.”
The great eyes closed as Ulrik struck.
Light flaring up the sword seared Ulrik's flesh. Seared, but also filled him with raging power.
Ulrik began to laugh. A deep, growling laugh.
This very short story was written for an anthology of 100-word stories (it is exactly 100 words long), and the obvious challenge was to create a complete narrative with a beginning, a middle and an end in so s
