The Chair That Sat Back

Mephistopheles relaxed after a good (evil) day’s work. He’d chalked up three witches, a magus, a handful of brick-makers who’d had too much to drink, and Michael Bey. (Boob, explosions and flash-cuts could only get you so far.)

The day’s coup had to be snagging the eternal mojo of an untalented, passive-aggressive tenure-track professor. Few outside the world of academia were willing to sell their souls, period, but usually they required at least world-wide fame, or in the case of the brick layers, as much beer as they could drink. That dude really wanted to be Chair of the Department.

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Title by: Laloosh
Story by: Mark A. Rayner

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