[Den of Demons] Chapter Two

Chapter 2

[.The Obsession.]

 

 

I close the old book carefully and stare into the sunset.

The book burns in my hands.

It’s heavy with the burden of the wicked.

Cotton candy colored skies glaze over the town

And yet I stare at the only thing that could lead me to Lilith’s cave.

Said to be rumored in Hell itself.

My heart races as I think of the power I could have…

The power I thirst day and night for.

The book also says that ‘every mirror is a gateway to the Other World or

Directly to Lilith’s cave. Simply, Lilith makes her home in

Every mirror.’

If only I knew the location of the brooch.

Or even better yet know how to get hold of that mirror.

Nothing in this book says where it was last seen,

Or ever seen for that fact.

No one has ever survived looking for it.

‘It is just legend,’ skeptics say.

‘There is no brooch that fuels itself on human energy

To manipulate time,

There is no mirror to gain access to the looking glass world.’

But I beg to differ.

My mother and father would beat me if they

Knew I had this book.

Women aren’t allowed books, but I

Would happily take the beating for it.

The old scientist who lives at

The top of the hill left it on my window sill.

I found him parsley, coyote teeth and dragon’s blood

In exchange for this book.

People call him mad and tell me to stay away,

But I rather find him intriguing.

I could roam his house of horrors for days.

Now here I hold,

A handwritten book from the 1500’s…

The book nearly falls to pieces in my hand…

But how could it not be true…if someone took the time

To hand write it?

And if it meant nothing why has it been preserved for

300 years?

Pages of the book have literally been reduced to dust..

Some even torn out.

It drives me insane not to know what was written

On those pages about MY brooch and MY mirror.

I want them.

No, I need them.

I will acquire these items at all costs.

I dream of the power that I could possess.

I dream of it. I see it every I close my eyes.

The power of the gems pulling my soul in.

 

In my dreams, I see the brooch and grab hold of it,

Then I am standing in from of a huge dark tower.

Its size intimidates me.

I am captured immediately, the brooch is ripped

From my possession and I am thrown into a

Cold cell where I dwell and die from consuming

Poison posed as food.

Right as my stomach starts opening up and bleeding

I begin to scream…

Then I wake up..

 

‘It is just a scary story, Devlynn, get your head out of the clouds.’

I know it is real though, I can feel it calling my name.

Devlynn. Devlynn.

I feel it is close, but I can’t pinpoint it.

All my life I have felt like an outsider.

Weird things excite my imagination and

If I saw death I’d chase him for as long as I can.

Why?

Because demons have power.

They live where Lilith lives.

In the underworld.

Evil or not they romp the Earth.

It’s their world, they own it.

They own us.

I embrace Lilith’s children,

For I know that all demons were born from

Her womb.

She is the mother of abomination

And I want her power.

Sometimes, I dream of her being my mother,

Just so that I may have an ounce of her power.

I dream of the brooch and mirror in my hands.

I dream of the access to the different worlds and

The power to manipulate time.

With this power,

I can live forever.

Never die.

Forever carry on as the new Queen of demons.

Devlynn, Queen of the Underworld.

I need that power.

I need those objects.

Without them I am a failure am

Rendered a worthless, boring life.

 

There is one person who may help me.

It will be costly, I could even lose my soul.

I am one to bargain.

Especially with the devil.