Melchior entered the sanctuary of his office, striding angrily over to the sideboard and throwing ice into a glass. His harsh breathing created a fog in the cold darkness of the room. The remains of a fire and the lamp on his desk were the only illumination; he preferred it that way. He muttered incoherently in his rage as he poured his drink. His mind was already plotting his next move against the enemy. Perhaps another assassination attempt...
"It isss time, Melchiorrr." the sibilant voice was low, but an echo of sinister certainty poured into the cavernous room. A slithering rustle of movement emanated from the darkest corner, and the air became suddenly oppressive.
Melchior blanched. The drink he had just poured fell from suddenly numb fingers; the sound of the glass shattering was swallowed up by the darkness.
Had it been a thousand years already? The bargain had not been completed!
"No! That cannot be! I have not eradicated the dragon!" Melchior's eyes searched the darkness.
"Neverthelessss." The voice seemed to feed on the shadows, becoming more substantial as the darkness grew.
"I am so close!" Melchior screamed. "I will not go! I need more time!"
"You would dare argue with ME?" Barking, gutteral laughter seemed to come from everywhere at once.
Melchior felt the tortuous weight of cold air pressing him into the floor. A whispering of anguished screams skittered around the room, and an icy wind of displeasure stirred the papers on Melchior's desk. An impossibly huge shape began to coalesce within the darkness in the center of the room. The last embers of the fireplace flickered, fighting to maintain what little light they could.
Melchior's eyes focused on escape. He pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway, a brief flicker of hope in his chest. He had left the door on the other end of the hallway open! Freedom was ten steps away.
An icy talon gripped his ankle, and a wail of despair was released from Melchior's lungs as he was dragged back into the darkness. The sound of his screams accompanied his departure.
Write on Edge Prompt: This week, write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about a time one of your main characters finds himself or herself paying back a debt–financial or otherwise. This post goes along with this particular storyline.