The garbage truck noise from outside does not just wake me up, it adds to the headache. The smell of garbage in combination with the acidic taste at the
back of my throat is all I am going to have for breakfast. I need to make a
decision, fast, and I need to check on some facts.
Getting up is easy, staying on my own two feet is more challenging. The phone
rings. The heavy slavic accent is enough to understand that this is Anna.
[Anna] Mark? Are you awake?
Yeah
[Anna] You sound awful. You have to come by the office, the editor wants to see you.
Be right there, I'll get coffee on the way. See you.
[Anna] Mark wait. There's a message for you.
Go on.
[Anna] It was a man's voice, he said "The wind is shaking the barley".
I asked his name, he told me "The Dubliner".
Thanks Anna, it's an old friend, he is trying to be cute. Don't worry.
[Anna] Mark, be careful.
There is no Dubliner. Coffee in one hand cigarette in the other, the only part
of the day worth waking up for. The trip to the magazine's office gave me enough time to prepare for Nick the Editor.
Anna, is he in.
[Anna] Yes but he is on the phone. Wait... You can go in now.
Hi Nick.
[Nick] Mark, you pervert, you did it again. Your piece on College sex
parties was a thrill. They all loved it.
Thanks, does that mean that you are increasing the limit on my expense account.
[Nick] Mark, I said it was nice, I didn't say it's up for a Pulitzer.
We really liked the piece and we want it in ASAP it's just that some of the board thought
the details wanted a bit more, shall we say, polishing up. We would like to attract
a broader audience.
Oh, the board. Yes. Any suggestions?
[Nick] Yes, yes. Here I have a copy with some markups and some ideas. Have a look.
He hands me a print out that looks like a punched-out, mouth-bleeding monkey spit blood on the page.
Well, I see the board has put some thinking into this.
[Nick] Mark, do not take this personally we are all professionals here.
When do you need this back.
[Nick] Knew you'll see it the right way. We are off to the printers at 8pm sharp.
If you take all the recommendations as is, you can give it to Anna at 8 and
she'll take care of it.
Got it.
[Nick] Also, there is this story down south, back of a pub, rape murder and the like.
Though it would be your cup of tee. What to you think.
South ha, haven't been there for a while, might be fun.
[Nick] Excellent.
I'll get out of your way Nick. Thanks
[Nick] It's all good, mate. It's all good.
Anna is seating on the desk, acting all proper and work worthy. As soon as I close
the door she jumps out of her chair, walks in front of me and whispers.
[Anna] Ladies room, now.
Anna is a fine piece of arse. The combination of a meeting in the ladies room and
her arse wiggling it's way there is just too much. As soon as I open the door a
firm slap in the face proves to me that coffee and cigarettes wake you up in
the morning, but a slap really kicks you of your feet.
[Anna] You are a bastard. You are a heartless piece of shit.
So we have met then.
[Anna] Don't play macho with me. You disappeared for the whole weekend. I was waiting for
a call. The weather man said it was going to be sunny and I wanted to go out.
We did not have plans for this weekend.
[Anna] You are an idiot. I even called your place.
I was out.
[Anna] Sure, you went out. Dragena saw you up in the colleges again. You were up there
fucking little bitches, you bastard.
Another slap accompanied that firm tone of voice.
I went up there as a favor to a friend that helped me on the piece about colleges.
I told you last week, remember.
[Anna] I can't believe I am in the same situation again.
I was not fucking anyone, I was up there as a favor to a friend.
[Anna] Shut up. Your excuses are pathetic. You think I am as stupid as your little
college bitches. Fuck you.
Listen I am a mess already, Nick threw another bomb at me right now and wants it
in by 8 and I have to go see "The Dubliner". I'd like to talk about this,
but this is not the time.
[Anna] Of course, now it's not the time. Suddenly "old friends" are popping up left and right
and you have to go do favors.
She comes closer, I am betting she is going for a knee to the groin. I am too tired to react in
any other way other than letting this show reach its conclusion on its own.
[Anna] You smell like shit.
Bad night, had a couple of drinks, went down the wrong pipe, then they came up again.
She smells me like a hound dog, checks me up top to bottom. She pushes me to the wall.
[Anna] Are you on meth again?
No, just whiskey. Don't ask me how much, I can't remember.
[Anna] You are a filthy slob.
Her lips touch mine, she bites really hard while her hands unbuckle my pants.
The conniving whore uses her mouth to figure out if I've got another woman's sent on my dick.
Can't really complain though, she is good at her job. She gets up.
[Anna] You might be telling the truth, but I am still mad. Are you going to stay in the office
to finish the piece?
Actually, I need to go check this message you took. I was thinking I could also
cross reference a tip I got last night about this story down south.
[Anna] Nick gave it to you?
That is what Nick thinks. Could you be a dear and help me out with the edit. It's in red.
She smiles, takes the print out and kicks me in the nuts.
[Anna] You are an incorrigible bastard.
Love you too honey.
[Anna] Do not call me that.
I'll drop by tonight, we'll go to dinner.
[Anna] Can't do it tonight. I've got an old friend and I am doing him ... a favor.
She closes the door and I fall to the ground gasping for air. As soon as I can breath and
stretch my back without fainting from the pain, I drag my arse across the room and wash my
face. As my hands move down carrying the cheap towels that do not absorb water, they simply
push water like a car whipper, I take a look at my reflection. Shit does not describe it.
The door opens and Carrol, miss perfect suburbia, walks in.
[Carrol] Wrong bathroom pervert.
I close my pants, reassuringly smile and turn towards her.
I beg to differ, dear.
The repeated sound of the train while crossing the bridge is soothing. Almost like a lullaby.
The view is remarkable. Seen it a thousand times but it's always been at times of trouble or
distress that the repetitive becomes clear, untainted and real.
On one side of the river the majestic, tall skyscrapers. Clean lines, clean glass that
reflects an image of its surroundings. That is what one first experiences. The reflection is
the trick. Show them a wavy image of their city. The part at least that was designed with the
same idea in mind. A perfect silver city. An image, show us an image and hide the real
picture. Whatever that is. I hate the corporate type, the style, the aromas, their rituals.
Still, you can't make the whole circus run without them.
On the other side, "down south". Small houses, old, dirty roads, people in the streets,
voices. No reflection here. Mind you they have their own suits, aromas, style and rituals.
After all humans like herds. Don't like these parts either. "Keep it real", is now a slogan.
They are all immersed into their own perception of what others have dictated them to do. The
few exceptions, on either side of the river, struggle to either show off they are not part of
the mold or pretend they are part of the mold so that they can live in peace alone. Free will.
He left them free on this rock and they copied every little detail of what defines Heaven and
Hell. And they scare them into believing that once they die there is a worse, and a better,
place that awaits. Ha ha. HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAA.
[Passenger] Oe, you, shut the fuck up.
Ha ha, oh. Thinking of a joke a mate told me before getting on the train.
[Passenger] Well shit sherlock you got it, congrats. Now shut up we got kids here and you
scaring them.
He had two kids by his side. One of them looked frightened the other kept smiling at me. The
kid started advancing slowly and playfully towards me. The man, looked like his father, pulled
him from his coat towards his right leg.
[Passenger] Don't, you hear me. Or I'll slap you till kingdom come.
I smile back at the kid and walk away.
Out of the train station and the smell of the street hits me. Wakes me up like nothing else. I
take a pick at the little paper Nick gave me for the address. Bleeding moron, "back of a pub"
he says. It's the "Rat and Parrot".
Before going in I clip the journalist ID card on my coat's pocket.
[Bartender] Oy mate, we closed.
I am not here for drinks, I'm here about some rape or something?
[Bartender] You vultures smell misery a mile away and need to put in the papers.
He spits on the floor.
[Bartender] The govner is in the back. Ask' im, I just work ere.
Thanks.
It's a heavy dark red door. No label on it, so it's either the bathroom or the managers
office, either way one of two jobs that I have in mind will get done. The knock on the door
gets an immediate reply "Come in". Laughingly I think to myself, this better not be the
toilets.
Hallo, I am a reporter and I was send here on accounts of an incident that took place last
night behind your establishment.
The old, squeaky chair turns slowly and to my surprise, McManus.
[McManus] Well well, Mark is it.
He smiles and gets up, walks towards me, extends his right arm for a hand shake and closes the
door with his left.
You are "The Dubliner", you wanker.
[McManus] How they hanging boss?
Barely. What brings you done here?
[McManus] Been ere for bouts a year now. Pubs me life mate.
Can't take the whiskey out of an Irish man, aye?
[McManus] Sit, want a glass?
Sure, give me your best
[McManus] Only the best in me pub, govner. hahah
So, what happened here then?
He hands me the glass of whiskey takes his and sits on his chair.
[McManus] Boss, I ain't the kind with words. Something happened ere last night. The Red White
and Blues came and did their dance. Before that me and Deirdre cleaned the scene.
She hasn't left your sorry arse yet?
[McManus] We the best drinkers and the best lover boss.
What ever helps you sleep at night.
We touch glasses and drink the whiskey like it's a shot of water and bang the glasses down on
the desk
Why did you wait for something to happen to contact me?
[McManus] Me woman set me straight. Friends like you was the first thing to go.
And now?
[McManus] now's different. Deirdre started taking pitures and then started picking up shit.
Then she nailed me to the wall and whispered your name. It's all it took.
Oh, she does have a voice then. Were are the photos and the memorabilia?
[McManus] In me drawer.
He takes out a wrapped cloth, half soaked in blood, and unwraps it slowly on his desk. An
old knife, rusty on the edges, small red pieces of meat. Seem like pieces from human organs
and a handkerchief. McManus picks up the handkerchief and holds it tightly in his fist.
Nice collection you got there mate.
[McManus] Aye.
Rape my arse then. Someone killed the woman.
[McManus] The woman is dead, yes.
You got my attention McManus, whoever did this he knew what he was doing.
[McManus] You getting sloppy there govner. It knew what it was doing.
Fair enough. I recognize the knife, it's the little human steak tips that confuse me. It's
been some time since my last anatomy class.
[McManus] Getting old are we. Placenta ring any bells?
Did she gave birth?
[McManus] No.
Then I'd like to use a life line and open fist number one.
[McManus] Nothing too interesting, just a hanky, with a monogram.
He opens up his fist. Like a rose opening its petals in spring. The monogram is in the
bottom left corner, but the wrinkles make it hard to read. I try to take the handkerchief from
his hand. McManus closes his fist sharply.
[McManus] Cimeries, I am a changed man. After the shit hit the fan back home I cut a deal.
I know. I heard something about it.
[McManus] I did not sell you out. Dante and his labrador gave me a choice. I could stay under
Dante's rule and work for him, or I could turn human.
But that was not exactly what you were offered...
[McManus] You are a cunt. No. If I stayed in Hell, Deirdre dies.
If you became human, Deirdre lives and you get to hear her speak.
[McManus] Yes, me and only me.
So when is little McManus Jr going to meet the world.
McManus breaks into tears. Never seen one of my warriors, let alone my second captain, the one
demon who has survived the most along my side, break into tears over words.
Easy, I was just trying to let you know that you decisions are your own and there are no hard
feelings.
[McManus] I know. I know. Deirdre can not have kids. Dante made sure of that after we both
became human. After she gave her speech and gave me the only ear that listens. He raped her.
Over and over again. I was tight down and I could hear her screams. But that was not enough.
He then took her womb and threw it to his hell hounds for an appetizer.
I got up and filled the two glasses with more whiskey. Gave him his glass. He started coming
around. He looked up at me, smiled and raised his glass.
[McManus] To the old days.
No, I can't drink to that mate.
[McManus] That is all I have left Cimeries.
Not true, Vlad.
[McManus] Haven't herd that for a long time.
I know, been there, fuck that. Consider that my toast.
[McManus] Don't you want to see the monogram.
JS?
[McManus] You saw it you old cunt.
Just the first letter, the second was then easy to guess.
[McManus] Hope I do not see you again Cimeries.
Keep hoping.
I smile, turn around and start walking towards the door.
[McManus] Feed my curiosity, what's next?
Vlad, you were never curious, nor an Irish.
[McManus] You were never a reporter
I am off to see a couple of people about a baby.
[McManus] Fuck off Cimeries.
Ditto Vlad. Bye Deirdre.
[McManus] She says to watch yourself.
I'll do my best.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Cheers
Smell of stale beer, tobacco and burned cooking oil coming from the kitchen.
Single malt, no ice, make it a double Kevin.
[Kevin] Haven't ordered that for some time Mark.
Yeah, is Mary still working?
[Kevin] Yeah, what can I get you?
Steak, rare, baked potato bacon on top.
[Kevin] One cholesterol shock, coming right up.
So, Lix is with Dantalion and Dantalion wants me as a cleaner. Jenavive and Gregory Staughton, who the flying fuck are these people? Need to find out about Jenavive and Gregory.
Thanks, Kevin give us the hot sauce as well and fill us up again.
[Kevin] You got it mate.
Once more from the top, good old Dante has the ability to grand me passage
to Hell as a guest. Lix is his little errant boy. And I have to kill
the little monkey? Why? Any old demon can fart and the kid is as dead as
stone. Historically there was only one case that rendered the need for a
human cleaner. Have we come full circle? That does not make sense, the
signs are not there. Not that I had a look out for this sort of thing,
but one cannot miss the signs.
[Lucifer] No, you cannot miss them.
I spit out whiskey on the bar. I've lost count so this could be the 20th
glass of whiskey, but still, wasting whiskey like this is a sin. Kevin
looks pissed at first then a sudden glance from Lucifer and Kevin sits
down.
I could say it's pleasure ...
[Lucifer] Attitude, does not fit you. A glass of the 56 Château Mouton Rothschild.
Kevin looks stumped. He just stands there and blinks.
[Lucifer] Second shelf, third one from the right. Thank you.
Lits a cigarette, takes a sip.
[Lucifer] Nice little wine, the specific year is not that great mind you, but I have a sweet spot for people who get what they want. I assume you've already seen your old friends?
I would not call them friends, what is it that you want Lucy?
The whole place stands still, like someone pressed the pause button on the VCR. The well dressed, well groomed man turned to the familiar angel with wings of fire.
[Lucifer] Have you forgotten to whom you are speaking to?
No, this human form does not sit well after some glasses of whiskey. Will this excuse help you sleep soundly tonight, Lucifer?
[Lucifer] Stubbornness was one of your weaknesses Cimeries.
The whole bar disappears, I am sitting on a table in the middle of an endless void. I feel rejuvenated, happy even. He sits opposite me sipping wine.
[Lucifer] I am a man of reason Cimeries. The last time we conversed was after your trial and for matters unpleasant. Do not take my patience and understanding as defeat.
Fair enough, I expect you to return the favour though.
[Lucifer] Agreed.
I was already offered a get-in card by the bell boy, is the owner then offering me repatriation?
[Lucifer] No. What I am offering is entry to The Byblos.
There is nothing in that library I haven't read.
[Lucifer] The whole of the Byblos.
I mean no disrespect Lucifer, you are in no position to provide that sort of passage.
[Lucifer] What is, or what is not, my position is not concerned here. What is, however, important is what I am offering to you.
And the Devil never lies, right?
[Lucifer] You are becoming a monkey but that is to be expected, time is a merciless enemy.
Indulge my curiosity, if you will, but isn't it written that entrance to the other half of The Byblos can only be granted by Him or someone in His command?
[Lucifer] You are right, who is to say that I am not in his command.
I must be going nuts. Did I hear you correctly? You are in His command?
[Lucifer] There is nothing wrong with your hearing, it's your ability to reason I am starting to question.
Fine, let's reason together. For you to utter such a statement might mean that you have been acting all along knowing that you are but His pawn. In this case we are all leaving the biggest hypocrisy in the cosmos.
[Lucifer] Plausible.
On the other hand, you are playing with Him letting Him think that he holds all the cards and that you are working with Him only to turn the tables at the last minute and show us how the student has outwitted the teacher.
[Lucifer] Plausible.
You are lying, getting me into The Byblos is something you can arrange, somehow. Letting me die there is something you merely will allow, leaving Dante with his pants down and your dick in proximity of his arsehole.
[Lucifer] Enticing.
That small smile, that grin makes my heart pump faster. A small pulsation sends every hair on my body in a short, sharp and uncontrollable waving motion. The way that each of his expressions unveil the sinister nature of his being is what made me believe in Hell, believe in what we did and the role that we played. Believed that Lucifer was the only one that could bring all the demons together again and march against the silver city. But I am letting my emotions get the best of me, something that Lucifer will definitely pick up on and tare me to shreds with. I compose my self and reply
So that's a no then.
[Lucifer] This conversation is amusing, but, I've finished my glass of wine and I have other endeavours that require my attention. Cimeries, you have till next week to decide.
A week for my goodbyes is it?
[Lucifer] Cimeries, our decisions shape who we are. Our actions show what we are. The agreement between decision and action defines ones heaven ... or hell.
Goodbye Lucifer.
[Kevin] Mark, MARK.
Ha, what?
[Kevin] Wake up mate, we are closing up.
Yeah, right. How long was I out?
[Kevin] Hour or so.
Whose glass is this?
[Kevin] What glass?
This one here, the wine glass.
[Kevin] You do not expect me to know each glass being used in the bar, do you. Shit, I've been in this business for a long time, but not that long. Someone left it on the bar after last calls. Relax, go home, get some sleep.
Yeah, relax. Get some sleep.
Concentrate, left leg first, right leg second, repeat. Been walking for twenty minutes now, don't feel cold anymore, don't feel anything anymore. Ah, getting the right key for the right door usually takes some time. Got it. As soon as my head touched the pillow, an uncontrollable explosion rooted in my breadbasket redecorates my room in a carroty colour. The taste in my mouth and the smell in the room are one and the same. I've made my bed, now I have to lay in it.
Single malt, no ice, make it a double Kevin.
[Kevin] Haven't ordered that for some time Mark.
Yeah, is Mary still working?
[Kevin] Yeah, what can I get you?
Steak, rare, baked potato bacon on top.
[Kevin] One cholesterol shock, coming right up.
So, Lix is with Dantalion and Dantalion wants me as a cleaner. Jenavive and Gregory Staughton, who the flying fuck are these people? Need to find out about Jenavive and Gregory.
Thanks, Kevin give us the hot sauce as well and fill us up again.
[Kevin] You got it mate.
Once more from the top, good old Dante has the ability to grand me passage
to Hell as a guest. Lix is his little errant boy. And I have to kill
the little monkey? Why? Any old demon can fart and the kid is as dead as
stone. Historically there was only one case that rendered the need for a
human cleaner. Have we come full circle? That does not make sense, the
signs are not there. Not that I had a look out for this sort of thing,
but one cannot miss the signs.
[Lucifer] No, you cannot miss them.
I spit out whiskey on the bar. I've lost count so this could be the 20th
glass of whiskey, but still, wasting whiskey like this is a sin. Kevin
looks pissed at first then a sudden glance from Lucifer and Kevin sits
down.
I could say it's pleasure ...
[Lucifer] Attitude, does not fit you. A glass of the 56 Château Mouton Rothschild.
Kevin looks stumped. He just stands there and blinks.
[Lucifer] Second shelf, third one from the right. Thank you.
Lits a cigarette, takes a sip.
[Lucifer] Nice little wine, the specific year is not that great mind you, but I have a sweet spot for people who get what they want. I assume you've already seen your old friends?
I would not call them friends, what is it that you want Lucy?
The whole place stands still, like someone pressed the pause button on the VCR. The well dressed, well groomed man turned to the familiar angel with wings of fire.
[Lucifer] Have you forgotten to whom you are speaking to?
No, this human form does not sit well after some glasses of whiskey. Will this excuse help you sleep soundly tonight, Lucifer?
[Lucifer] Stubbornness was one of your weaknesses Cimeries.
The whole bar disappears, I am sitting on a table in the middle of an endless void. I feel rejuvenated, happy even. He sits opposite me sipping wine.
[Lucifer] I am a man of reason Cimeries. The last time we conversed was after your trial and for matters unpleasant. Do not take my patience and understanding as defeat.
Fair enough, I expect you to return the favour though.
[Lucifer] Agreed.
I was already offered a get-in card by the bell boy, is the owner then offering me repatriation?
[Lucifer] No. What I am offering is entry to The Byblos.
There is nothing in that library I haven't read.
[Lucifer] The whole of the Byblos.
I mean no disrespect Lucifer, you are in no position to provide that sort of passage.
[Lucifer] What is, or what is not, my position is not concerned here. What is, however, important is what I am offering to you.
And the Devil never lies, right?
[Lucifer] You are becoming a monkey but that is to be expected, time is a merciless enemy.
Indulge my curiosity, if you will, but isn't it written that entrance to the other half of The Byblos can only be granted by Him or someone in His command?
[Lucifer] You are right, who is to say that I am not in his command.
I must be going nuts. Did I hear you correctly? You are in His command?
[Lucifer] There is nothing wrong with your hearing, it's your ability to reason I am starting to question.
Fine, let's reason together. For you to utter such a statement might mean that you have been acting all along knowing that you are but His pawn. In this case we are all leaving the biggest hypocrisy in the cosmos.
[Lucifer] Plausible.
On the other hand, you are playing with Him letting Him think that he holds all the cards and that you are working with Him only to turn the tables at the last minute and show us how the student has outwitted the teacher.
[Lucifer] Plausible.
You are lying, getting me into The Byblos is something you can arrange, somehow. Letting me die there is something you merely will allow, leaving Dante with his pants down and your dick in proximity of his arsehole.
[Lucifer] Enticing.
That small smile, that grin makes my heart pump faster. A small pulsation sends every hair on my body in a short, sharp and uncontrollable waving motion. The way that each of his expressions unveil the sinister nature of his being is what made me believe in Hell, believe in what we did and the role that we played. Believed that Lucifer was the only one that could bring all the demons together again and march against the silver city. But I am letting my emotions get the best of me, something that Lucifer will definitely pick up on and tare me to shreds with. I compose my self and reply
So that's a no then.
[Lucifer] This conversation is amusing, but, I've finished my glass of wine and I have other endeavours that require my attention. Cimeries, you have till next week to decide.
A week for my goodbyes is it?
[Lucifer] Cimeries, our decisions shape who we are. Our actions show what we are. The agreement between decision and action defines ones heaven ... or hell.
Goodbye Lucifer.
[Kevin] Mark, MARK.
Ha, what?
[Kevin] Wake up mate, we are closing up.
Yeah, right. How long was I out?
[Kevin] Hour or so.
Whose glass is this?
[Kevin] What glass?
This one here, the wine glass.
[Kevin] You do not expect me to know each glass being used in the bar, do you. Shit, I've been in this business for a long time, but not that long. Someone left it on the bar after last calls. Relax, go home, get some sleep.
Yeah, relax. Get some sleep.
Concentrate, left leg first, right leg second, repeat. Been walking for twenty minutes now, don't feel cold anymore, don't feel anything anymore. Ah, getting the right key for the right door usually takes some time. Got it. As soon as my head touched the pillow, an uncontrollable explosion rooted in my breadbasket redecorates my room in a carroty colour. The taste in my mouth and the smell in the room are one and the same. I've made my bed, now I have to lay in it.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
The Party
It's 11 pm. My body aches all over, bloody virus. The cold water reassures me that I can at least feel temperature changes. I take a peek at my reflection on the broken mirror. Red eyes, black eye-bags and a face pale and agonizing as if I just escaped Death. Though I would not wish that sort of predicament on anyone; Death is beautiful and reasonable, trying to out play her game though ticks her off.
Coat, cigarettes no need for a wallet, no money. As soon as I open the door the skin on my face reminds me again how cold feels like. It's freezing and I have a long way to walk.
It was about a month ago when I found a note on the door
Got a package for you, come pick it up.
-- Paul
Paul lives in the basement along with all the other creatures in the building. On first sight, Paul looks like he is one stick short of a bundle, a closer inspection reveals a resourceful and cunning character with a few skeletons in his past. He passed me a security envelope with padding, yet there was no indication that the envelope's contents was something fragile or even something of rigid form. Opened the envelope and a distinct aroma penetrated my nose. I know that smell.
[Paul] All that fuss for a letter? What is she, married?
It's not that kind of an acquaintance. An old friend being mystical, that's all.
[Paul] Is your "friend" a reporter as well?
No. Listen, I'm exhausted, I'm going upstairs. Thanks for the letter and everything.
[Paul]What are friends for.
This is probably that old cunt, Lix. Midnight, top floor, tallest steeple, yeah that's him. Wind was his thing, the steeples were always a bit much but he kept doing that ever since he found out that Freudians always attributed phallic subtexts in such architectural structures. The cherry on the cake, of course, these steeples were predominantly found on churches. Old bastard. But, that smell. It can't be the πόνος. Humans can't smell or taste it. Sniffing the note frantically all the way up the stairs made me feel like a bloodhound. Yes, that is the smell it's for sure. The old bastard managed to give me a whiff of the brown powder.
Πόνος, pain, comes in small leather bags, brown and powdery. The condensation of all fear, despair and pain inflicted on human souls trapped in Hell. Think of it as cocaine for demons, the kicker, you can't die. After all death has a different meaning in hell, hahaha. Aw the memories, the parties with wine flowing, and I mean the good kind not the red grape juice these monkeys consider wine. Dancing, of course, and the dresses. I'll never forget lady 'Ashtart's dress in Dantalion's "Feast of Fools" party.
Her form almost human with a dark knitted dress the pattern of which one could only make out by going closer. So close in fact that you were really playing with your luck, or to put it another way, Dantalion's patience. They were something of a pair back then. Screaming faces, actual human skin, interconnected with a fine thread made out of eyelashes. While moving further and further away, still trying to grasp the design, a bigger picture unveiled itself. The whole dress, from a distance, formed the shape of a human skull. Her breasts, two eye-holes, the thin slim lines below her thorax formed the cheek bones and her mount of Venus the middle of the mouth. A mouth that spanned all the way back to her buttocks. Even though she might have gone through more trouble than usual to dress for this occasion, the lady was one who knew how to draw attention.
It's as if I am there now. She passed by me, her aura warm and spellbinding, winked at me and dropped a small leather bag in my hand whispering "North balcony". There overlooking Effrul with hot air rising, distant screams and with the smell of despair devouring us, I first tried the nectar. Bitter after taste and the feeling of a million ants crawling through my nose and into my lungs. We could barely stand up and so we used each others bodies as support. That feeling of freedom, untouched and unscarred by anything. That is all I could remember; the next morning I was found at the gates of my mansion, torn to shreds with my nose broken and my jaw semi-detached to the rest of my skull Dantalion's sign carved on my chest was all I needed to understand that the events transpired in a manner that was not noble enough to convince Dantalion of my innocence. Then again I cannot even convince myself. As it turns out, I was the fool at that party.
I better stop reminiscing. Why Lix why now? It's not that I was hiding from him or that he does not have the means to find me if he wanted to. Is he just getting lonely being the only one who came out clean after the whole mess of war? Feeling a bit feverish, must be coming down with something. Better close the window there's a draft in here and that won't do me any good.
Now I know what they mean with "I'm freezing my bollocks out here". Need to plan this walk of mine. First stop at the corner shop "New Delhi". Looking around in the shop for 5 minutes just to get my bones warm. A flock of students barge through the door. Half of them are drunk, the rest stoned, maybe even both. The short, body-building-druid stares right at me.
[druid] Hey, you. Yeah, you. What are you staring at?
Nothing, just looking for some chocolate that's all.
[druid] Bullshit, you are staring at me. Want a piece of me fuckhead? Ha!
Would never dream of it, man. Sorry.
[druid] Yeah, you walk away fuckhead.
Closed the door and went along my path. Jumpy little shit, but I can barely keep my breath steady with this virus of mine and I've got this party to go to. Next stop the liquor store just before the bridge. Better make this a long one, it will be windy across the bridge. Stole a small bottle of bourbon, that should keep me warm. Half way across and we are out of bourbon, ah this petty shell of skin is useless. Crossed the bridge, a coffee house and a liquor store. I am feeling a bit Irish.
Finished the large plastic cup, feeling a little better. Now I am smack in the middle of college town. Hate this place. Know-it-all boys and girls on a Friday night out for a good time. They are all the same, same clothes, same attitudes, same cliche chicken-out-of-an-egg-but-things-he-is-the-master-of-the-world philosophy. The only reason I really hate them is because I am just another pile of flesh like them. Wouldn't mind being their guardian back home; fuck around with their heads make a little chicken soup, hahahaha.
Next turn, the first church. Building is old, but well maintained, after all it's the parents hard earned money that pay for the tuition and the maintenance of these buildings. This is the best degree money can buy, right! Pissheads. The first building the settlers made, of course, was a church; a replica of what they left behind. Pathetic really. They build and worship the one idea that leaves them broken down and paralyzed against everything that He wanted for them. Need to find the entrance.
Two men in black and little plastic headphones in one ear, stop me.
[doorman] Where are you off to old timer?
Gentlemen, I have a meeting in this very building and my friends are not the kind of people who like waiting.
[doorman] Old man, you smell of whiskey and you look like you crawled out of a morgue. This is a university building and tonight it's the welcoming party for new students. No invitation no entry.
Feast of Fools, how fitting.
[doorman] What was that old man?
Nothing, don't mind me I tend to think out loud. So I guess I have to show you some ID then.
[doorman] Oh you are a reported. Jesus Christ man, say so. They told us one of you guys would cover the event and I had my eye out for ya. But you didn't look the part mate.
Yeah, caught myself a cold. Thought a little whiskey would do the trick. Know what I mean.
[doorman] That I do, that I do. No alcohol inside though mate, sorry.
No worries mate, it's all gone.
[doorman] Welcome to the party, second floor, in the auditorium.
Thanks
That wasn't that hard. There is probably another pair of apes on the second floor and they are expecting me.
Hallo lads, I'm the reporter covering the event. Thank you.
Second time's a charm. Fuck, it's like kindergarten in here and no alcohol. Shit. It's 15 minutes past 12 need to get out of here. Ah yes, the toilets need to get some of that coffee out anyway.
[kid] Awesome party, eh?
Yeah, having fun?
[kid] You bet, college is like, cool. Everyone here is like me. And the chicks are like, awesome. Cool.
If he says like and cool one more time I'm going to shove his own pecker in his mouth and use his balls as decoration for his earrings.
College, you can't beat the experience.
[kid] Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, woooohooooow.
Of course, how else would he have made an exit; a testosterone filled pointless scream of absolutely nothing of essence or value. Ok, there's the window and it leads to the fire exit. A bit of exercise will do me good. Shit it's freezing outside. The higher I climb the stronger the wind, my bones are starting to complain. Finally top floor. Looks deserted. Two chairs and an old, burned out candle.
What now Lix?
Why did I even say that out loud. Throat is pretty dry and itching, like someone is scratching it with his nails from the inside. Started coughing, harder, harder. Cover my mouth with my hand, blood. Shit, not pneumonia, not now. Coughing is getting harder, deeper, I can feel my stomach convoluting, I think I am going to throw up.
[Lix] Hallo Cimeries
Never thought I would see you coming out of vomit, let alone my vomit Lix. My name is not Cimeries.
[Lix] Hm, that is interesting. I've seen the insides of your, lets call it body for now, and you are right, you are not Cimeries. But then you got the note and you came here.
I'm in no mood for games Lix. In fact, the only mood I am in is the one where my hand crashes your skull against the wall.
[Lix] Easy there Cimi.
I jump up and grab him by the throat.
I told you, you spineless traitorous pile of nothing, I AM NOT CIMERIES.
[Lix] Chill man, ok. Don't kill the messenger.
You are still playing games with me. The worst I could do is to irritate you. What do you want.
[Lix] Is your cold better.
Once you got out, yes. What do you WANT?
[Lix] Listen I have no time to explain the series of events that led to this meeting. Things are not as you might imagine them.
If I have to listen to one more cliche out of your mouth I think I am going to be sick again. And this time something else might show up.
[Lix] I have a favor to ask. In fact, Dantalion has a favor to ask.
Can't get his woman's legs to the "closed for business" position and now he is asking for help?
[Lix] Now now, things have changed, I told you.
Keep talking fart face.
[Lix] Don't tempt me Cimi. There is a kid we want you to take care of.
He smiles as he pours wine into two glasses
Me, carry a killing in the name of Dantalion. Shit, you are a bigger idiot than I thought. Have you become as light headed as the wind you master?
[Lix] Don't play with ME.
The candle is lit. Fire, from the master of wind?
Who is here with us Lix? Stop breathing heavily and imagining how you would kill me. It appears I'm too valuable to be wasted on your wrath just cause I ticked you off.
[Dantalion] Lix, leave us.
Oh my old friend Dante. Here to finish off what you started?
[Dantalion] Cimi you were a strong warrior and a fair Marquis, I know you still got the brains, don't try to trick me.
For the second time tonight, what the fuck do you want? Have all demons become gutless gits?
[Dantalion] Silence. I will not tolerate your mouth again.
The room goes dark, even the candle's flame weakens. He is taking up all the room and all the air around us. I am chocking, I am dying.
[Dantalion] Now that I have your attention. Cimeries, you have still a soldier's heart and the mastery of war tactics. The task requires a human with both of these virtuous. You will kill the daughter of Jenavive and Gregory Staughton.
He drops me to the ground. The first breath fills my lungs with dust. He circles around me.
So, what is in this for me, your ever lasting gratitude?
[Dantalion] Cimeries, you are an arrogant prick. Your life.
You must really think that all this time with this monkeys has made me retarded. My life! Let me guess you are threatening me with death, you will send me to Hell? Is that it? Hahahhahahaha
[Dantalion] You can't blame me for trying. The moment was fitting. Haha, Cimeries I offer you passage to Hell, a get-in card. Under my protection.
As a demon?
[Dantalion] No, I am not the ruler of Hell, yet. With the proper arrangements you will be able to visit and stay as long as you like, as my guest.
A position to make such an offer. Who did 'Asthtart sleep with this time to get your sorry arse crowned as ruler and commander?
[Dantalion] Ashtart is of the past. My friend we are here to talk about the future.
No longer pussywhipped, I see. Well, a rather enticing offer to nothing but a mere human.
[Dantalion] Your answer Cemeries ...
Could you spare a cigy?
[Dantalion] Still smoke I see, same brand?
Yes, thanks.
The smoke fills my lungs, buys me some time. Actually, gives me time to test Dante, he is poking around in my head. It has been a long time since I played the game with a demon, let alone Dante. Need to corner him fast, or at least, buy some time to think about this. If memory serves me right, these kind of offers come in pairs.
Dante old boy, give us the night to consider. You will have my answer by tomorrow noon, warriors honor.
[Dantalion] Cemeries you are trying my patience.
One more drag from the cigarette, a long one.
If a 12 hours delay is too much of a disposition I am sure there are plenty of your followers who would jump at the opportunity to mark the future of your kingdom. After all not everyone is doing this for their soul.
[Dantalion] You have 12 hours.
You are most kind, old friend.
[Dantalion] Sleep well.
Cold again, the candle's off and the room has that same aura of a deserted attic. That was a rather peculiar party. Sleep well, he says. Bastard. He is toying with me, once again I have to face the sound of the war drums while Dante gets to sit up high in his throne. Last time I could have gone against him and I could have won. Need to think straight. Need a drink.
On my way out one of the black-dressed ape-guardians tries to start a conversation. Fame you see does that to apes. His black coat hangs from his broad shoulders with the inside pocket swinging freely as he moves his hands back and forth. War stories you see, or should I say, door stories, dull, pointless and exaggerated to the point were I want to laugh in his face. Fat wallet. Monkey was too concentrated on his banana to notice me taking his wallet. On the first occurance of a small pause I act and bring the converstaion to an end. Went accross the street, bought me a packet of Luckies
It's time for a trip to O'Malley's
Coat, cigarettes no need for a wallet, no money. As soon as I open the door the skin on my face reminds me again how cold feels like. It's freezing and I have a long way to walk.
It was about a month ago when I found a note on the door
Got a package for you, come pick it up.
-- Paul
Paul lives in the basement along with all the other creatures in the building. On first sight, Paul looks like he is one stick short of a bundle, a closer inspection reveals a resourceful and cunning character with a few skeletons in his past. He passed me a security envelope with padding, yet there was no indication that the envelope's contents was something fragile or even something of rigid form. Opened the envelope and a distinct aroma penetrated my nose. I know that smell.
"Friday 19th, midnight at the first church, top floor, tallest steeple.Paul was trying to take a peek.
-- L. "
[Paul] All that fuss for a letter? What is she, married?
It's not that kind of an acquaintance. An old friend being mystical, that's all.
[Paul] Is your "friend" a reporter as well?
No. Listen, I'm exhausted, I'm going upstairs. Thanks for the letter and everything.
[Paul]What are friends for.
This is probably that old cunt, Lix. Midnight, top floor, tallest steeple, yeah that's him. Wind was his thing, the steeples were always a bit much but he kept doing that ever since he found out that Freudians always attributed phallic subtexts in such architectural structures. The cherry on the cake, of course, these steeples were predominantly found on churches. Old bastard. But, that smell. It can't be the πόνος. Humans can't smell or taste it. Sniffing the note frantically all the way up the stairs made me feel like a bloodhound. Yes, that is the smell it's for sure. The old bastard managed to give me a whiff of the brown powder.
Πόνος, pain, comes in small leather bags, brown and powdery. The condensation of all fear, despair and pain inflicted on human souls trapped in Hell. Think of it as cocaine for demons, the kicker, you can't die. After all death has a different meaning in hell, hahaha. Aw the memories, the parties with wine flowing, and I mean the good kind not the red grape juice these monkeys consider wine. Dancing, of course, and the dresses. I'll never forget lady 'Ashtart's dress in Dantalion's "Feast of Fools" party.
Her form almost human with a dark knitted dress the pattern of which one could only make out by going closer. So close in fact that you were really playing with your luck, or to put it another way, Dantalion's patience. They were something of a pair back then. Screaming faces, actual human skin, interconnected with a fine thread made out of eyelashes. While moving further and further away, still trying to grasp the design, a bigger picture unveiled itself. The whole dress, from a distance, formed the shape of a human skull. Her breasts, two eye-holes, the thin slim lines below her thorax formed the cheek bones and her mount of Venus the middle of the mouth. A mouth that spanned all the way back to her buttocks. Even though she might have gone through more trouble than usual to dress for this occasion, the lady was one who knew how to draw attention.
It's as if I am there now. She passed by me, her aura warm and spellbinding, winked at me and dropped a small leather bag in my hand whispering "North balcony". There overlooking Effrul with hot air rising, distant screams and with the smell of despair devouring us, I first tried the nectar. Bitter after taste and the feeling of a million ants crawling through my nose and into my lungs. We could barely stand up and so we used each others bodies as support. That feeling of freedom, untouched and unscarred by anything. That is all I could remember; the next morning I was found at the gates of my mansion, torn to shreds with my nose broken and my jaw semi-detached to the rest of my skull Dantalion's sign carved on my chest was all I needed to understand that the events transpired in a manner that was not noble enough to convince Dantalion of my innocence. Then again I cannot even convince myself. As it turns out, I was the fool at that party.
I better stop reminiscing. Why Lix why now? It's not that I was hiding from him or that he does not have the means to find me if he wanted to. Is he just getting lonely being the only one who came out clean after the whole mess of war? Feeling a bit feverish, must be coming down with something. Better close the window there's a draft in here and that won't do me any good.
Now I know what they mean with "I'm freezing my bollocks out here". Need to plan this walk of mine. First stop at the corner shop "New Delhi". Looking around in the shop for 5 minutes just to get my bones warm. A flock of students barge through the door. Half of them are drunk, the rest stoned, maybe even both. The short, body-building-druid stares right at me.
[druid] Hey, you. Yeah, you. What are you staring at?
Nothing, just looking for some chocolate that's all.
[druid] Bullshit, you are staring at me. Want a piece of me fuckhead? Ha!
Would never dream of it, man. Sorry.
[druid] Yeah, you walk away fuckhead.
Closed the door and went along my path. Jumpy little shit, but I can barely keep my breath steady with this virus of mine and I've got this party to go to. Next stop the liquor store just before the bridge. Better make this a long one, it will be windy across the bridge. Stole a small bottle of bourbon, that should keep me warm. Half way across and we are out of bourbon, ah this petty shell of skin is useless. Crossed the bridge, a coffee house and a liquor store. I am feeling a bit Irish.
Finished the large plastic cup, feeling a little better. Now I am smack in the middle of college town. Hate this place. Know-it-all boys and girls on a Friday night out for a good time. They are all the same, same clothes, same attitudes, same cliche chicken-out-of-an-egg-but-things-he-is-the-master-of-the-world philosophy. The only reason I really hate them is because I am just another pile of flesh like them. Wouldn't mind being their guardian back home; fuck around with their heads make a little chicken soup, hahahaha.
Next turn, the first church. Building is old, but well maintained, after all it's the parents hard earned money that pay for the tuition and the maintenance of these buildings. This is the best degree money can buy, right! Pissheads. The first building the settlers made, of course, was a church; a replica of what they left behind. Pathetic really. They build and worship the one idea that leaves them broken down and paralyzed against everything that He wanted for them. Need to find the entrance.
Two men in black and little plastic headphones in one ear, stop me.
[doorman] Where are you off to old timer?
Gentlemen, I have a meeting in this very building and my friends are not the kind of people who like waiting.
[doorman] Old man, you smell of whiskey and you look like you crawled out of a morgue. This is a university building and tonight it's the welcoming party for new students. No invitation no entry.
Feast of Fools, how fitting.
[doorman] What was that old man?
Nothing, don't mind me I tend to think out loud. So I guess I have to show you some ID then.
[doorman] Oh you are a reported. Jesus Christ man, say so. They told us one of you guys would cover the event and I had my eye out for ya. But you didn't look the part mate.
Yeah, caught myself a cold. Thought a little whiskey would do the trick. Know what I mean.
[doorman] That I do, that I do. No alcohol inside though mate, sorry.
No worries mate, it's all gone.
[doorman] Welcome to the party, second floor, in the auditorium.
Thanks
That wasn't that hard. There is probably another pair of apes on the second floor and they are expecting me.
Hallo lads, I'm the reporter covering the event. Thank you.
Second time's a charm. Fuck, it's like kindergarten in here and no alcohol. Shit. It's 15 minutes past 12 need to get out of here. Ah yes, the toilets need to get some of that coffee out anyway.
[kid] Awesome party, eh?
Yeah, having fun?
[kid] You bet, college is like, cool. Everyone here is like me. And the chicks are like, awesome. Cool.
If he says like and cool one more time I'm going to shove his own pecker in his mouth and use his balls as decoration for his earrings.
College, you can't beat the experience.
[kid] Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, woooohooooow.
Of course, how else would he have made an exit; a testosterone filled pointless scream of absolutely nothing of essence or value. Ok, there's the window and it leads to the fire exit. A bit of exercise will do me good. Shit it's freezing outside. The higher I climb the stronger the wind, my bones are starting to complain. Finally top floor. Looks deserted. Two chairs and an old, burned out candle.
What now Lix?
Why did I even say that out loud. Throat is pretty dry and itching, like someone is scratching it with his nails from the inside. Started coughing, harder, harder. Cover my mouth with my hand, blood. Shit, not pneumonia, not now. Coughing is getting harder, deeper, I can feel my stomach convoluting, I think I am going to throw up.
[Lix] Hallo Cimeries
Never thought I would see you coming out of vomit, let alone my vomit Lix. My name is not Cimeries.
[Lix] Hm, that is interesting. I've seen the insides of your, lets call it body for now, and you are right, you are not Cimeries. But then you got the note and you came here.
I'm in no mood for games Lix. In fact, the only mood I am in is the one where my hand crashes your skull against the wall.
[Lix] Easy there Cimi.
I jump up and grab him by the throat.
I told you, you spineless traitorous pile of nothing, I AM NOT CIMERIES.
[Lix] Chill man, ok. Don't kill the messenger.
You are still playing games with me. The worst I could do is to irritate you. What do you want.
[Lix] Is your cold better.
Once you got out, yes. What do you WANT?
[Lix] Listen I have no time to explain the series of events that led to this meeting. Things are not as you might imagine them.
If I have to listen to one more cliche out of your mouth I think I am going to be sick again. And this time something else might show up.
[Lix] I have a favor to ask. In fact, Dantalion has a favor to ask.
Can't get his woman's legs to the "closed for business" position and now he is asking for help?
[Lix] Now now, things have changed, I told you.
Keep talking fart face.
[Lix] Don't tempt me Cimi. There is a kid we want you to take care of.
He smiles as he pours wine into two glasses
Me, carry a killing in the name of Dantalion. Shit, you are a bigger idiot than I thought. Have you become as light headed as the wind you master?
[Lix] Don't play with ME.
The candle is lit. Fire, from the master of wind?
Who is here with us Lix? Stop breathing heavily and imagining how you would kill me. It appears I'm too valuable to be wasted on your wrath just cause I ticked you off.
[Dantalion] Lix, leave us.
Oh my old friend Dante. Here to finish off what you started?
[Dantalion] Cimi you were a strong warrior and a fair Marquis, I know you still got the brains, don't try to trick me.
For the second time tonight, what the fuck do you want? Have all demons become gutless gits?
[Dantalion] Silence. I will not tolerate your mouth again.
The room goes dark, even the candle's flame weakens. He is taking up all the room and all the air around us. I am chocking, I am dying.
[Dantalion] Now that I have your attention. Cimeries, you have still a soldier's heart and the mastery of war tactics. The task requires a human with both of these virtuous. You will kill the daughter of Jenavive and Gregory Staughton.
He drops me to the ground. The first breath fills my lungs with dust. He circles around me.
So, what is in this for me, your ever lasting gratitude?
[Dantalion] Cimeries, you are an arrogant prick. Your life.
You must really think that all this time with this monkeys has made me retarded. My life! Let me guess you are threatening me with death, you will send me to Hell? Is that it? Hahahhahahaha
[Dantalion] You can't blame me for trying. The moment was fitting. Haha, Cimeries I offer you passage to Hell, a get-in card. Under my protection.
As a demon?
[Dantalion] No, I am not the ruler of Hell, yet. With the proper arrangements you will be able to visit and stay as long as you like, as my guest.
A position to make such an offer. Who did 'Asthtart sleep with this time to get your sorry arse crowned as ruler and commander?
[Dantalion] Ashtart is of the past. My friend we are here to talk about the future.
No longer pussywhipped, I see. Well, a rather enticing offer to nothing but a mere human.
[Dantalion] Your answer Cemeries ...
Could you spare a cigy?
[Dantalion] Still smoke I see, same brand?
Yes, thanks.
The smoke fills my lungs, buys me some time. Actually, gives me time to test Dante, he is poking around in my head. It has been a long time since I played the game with a demon, let alone Dante. Need to corner him fast, or at least, buy some time to think about this. If memory serves me right, these kind of offers come in pairs.
Dante old boy, give us the night to consider. You will have my answer by tomorrow noon, warriors honor.
[Dantalion] Cemeries you are trying my patience.
One more drag from the cigarette, a long one.
If a 12 hours delay is too much of a disposition I am sure there are plenty of your followers who would jump at the opportunity to mark the future of your kingdom. After all not everyone is doing this for their soul.
[Dantalion] You have 12 hours.
You are most kind, old friend.
[Dantalion] Sleep well.
Cold again, the candle's off and the room has that same aura of a deserted attic. That was a rather peculiar party. Sleep well, he says. Bastard. He is toying with me, once again I have to face the sound of the war drums while Dante gets to sit up high in his throne. Last time I could have gone against him and I could have won. Need to think straight. Need a drink.
On my way out one of the black-dressed ape-guardians tries to start a conversation. Fame you see does that to apes. His black coat hangs from his broad shoulders with the inside pocket swinging freely as he moves his hands back and forth. War stories you see, or should I say, door stories, dull, pointless and exaggerated to the point were I want to laugh in his face. Fat wallet. Monkey was too concentrated on his banana to notice me taking his wallet. On the first occurance of a small pause I act and bring the converstaion to an end. Went accross the street, bought me a packet of Luckies
It's time for a trip to O'Malley's
Thursday, September 14, 2006
acquaintances
Pleased to meet you, I have no hope of you guessing my name so lets move to other, more interesting, things. Effrul, the name of this blog, is a part of Hell, a part that I really miss since the day I left "home". That word, home, feels like a warm needle straight to the vein. Elation sinks in with intermixed feelings of repulsion steadily climaxing leaving all my earthly forms defenceless just as the word rolls of my tongue. But I have to apologize, I digress.
So lets continue with the dance of pointless, short and abstract information of what I am and what I do. Let us bring this discussion to the point where we are both comfortable of whom we have in front of us before we allow any real exchange of information. But why the sudden bitterness, you might ask. Why the outburst from someone who is more than a dull human. Because that is what I am, a presence of things past, of a power lost.
It took a moment, a single instance of time, during the great battle of Hell to turn losers to winners and winners to losers. The outcome was straight forward, as in any war the winners define both the fates of their opponents and their newly expanded kingdom. I cannot say much about Hell these days, haven't visited the place for some time now. I can tell you about me. The punishment was fitting, I am no longer a marquis, I hold no power in Hell, I hold no power over men. I am left with no home and no land of my own. All I have left is my name, my memories and my knowledge of things beyond this realm. A devil with all his knowledge and none of his powers.
A devil, nonetheless. Care to dance?
So lets continue with the dance of pointless, short and abstract information of what I am and what I do. Let us bring this discussion to the point where we are both comfortable of whom we have in front of us before we allow any real exchange of information. But why the sudden bitterness, you might ask. Why the outburst from someone who is more than a dull human. Because that is what I am, a presence of things past, of a power lost.
It took a moment, a single instance of time, during the great battle of Hell to turn losers to winners and winners to losers. The outcome was straight forward, as in any war the winners define both the fates of their opponents and their newly expanded kingdom. I cannot say much about Hell these days, haven't visited the place for some time now. I can tell you about me. The punishment was fitting, I am no longer a marquis, I hold no power in Hell, I hold no power over men. I am left with no home and no land of my own. All I have left is my name, my memories and my knowledge of things beyond this realm. A devil with all his knowledge and none of his powers.
A devil, nonetheless. Care to dance?
Thursday, September 07, 2006
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