Theatrical Muse;269 Write about a time you were outsmarted

[singindemonhq]

People who think they can outsmart demons are usually riding for a fall.


It’s one of those things that humans just don’t allow for. I’ve heard them sing that their old stories are to teach them that dragons can be killed. That’s fine, if the dragons really can. (They don’t always ask themselves whether the dragons deserved to be killed, but happy endings are where you find them and that’s show business.)

Some of the newer stories have a sting in their tails. They write about dangers that span the world and situations that might destroy the whole damn planet, and the people in it fight and survive – and then at the end there’s a twist that makes it clear that it ain’t over. The whole thing’s going to restart and play itself out all over again; this dragon can’t be killed.

I don’t know which is worse, but the first kind of story, where good always wins, where the man who makes a deal with the devil outwits Satan – those send a lot of people to Hell, one way or another. The thing is that, mostly, the demon has a hell of a lot more experience of doing whatever he does than the human has in escaping from it. The odds are stacked and better that they remember it. I guess good always wins in both types of story, though. History gets written by the winners.

Things in my Gigs ain’t always what they seem, not by a long way. Sure I’ve been outsmarted; it’s easy, in some ways. Of course, people don’t always know what they’re choosing if they do outwit me. There was one Gig where a Wicca just made herself immune to the music, early on; she’d have been scripted for an interesting time, if she hadn’t. As it was she just got a nasty breakup, gave herself amnesia, lost her girlfriend twice, did murder, almost destroyed the world and – well, you get the picture.

I meant to write about that Gig in the last two prompts, but the computer died. Now, I guess that laptop didn’t outsmart me; from what I hear from the technical types machines don’t work that way. (I don’t understand computers. No mind to read and they never sing anything.) On the other hand, it downloaded something that fried it. I guess whoever sent that download thinks he outsmarted everyone who uses Windows, and that includes me.

Of course, there’s that girl in Scunthorpe who summoned me twice. The second time she knew she wouldn’t be taken. She sings like an Angel – yeah, just like the one in LA! She can hit discords where a song doesn’t even have notes! Queens is queens, but I ain’t spending a honeymoon wearing earplugs.

Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS.
Words, 448.