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Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Short Story: "MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR."
MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR
BY
ALBERTO KENNEDY
a.k.a.
"GRIMOIRE"
When I was very little I had a friend. His name was the same as mine. He even looked like me which wasn't at at all weird at the time because I was old enough to realize he was my reflection. But the fact was, he wasn't me at all. He was my age but knew so many things. We talked about those things that children talk about. Things like school, toys, cartoons and games. We used to talk for hours late at night when my mother and brother were asleep. He taught me so much. Until he said goodbye.
"Well Eric, you're getting older. Your almost 10 years old and pretty soon your going to forget about me. It's okay though. You're supposed too."
"But I don't want to forget about you. Your my friend."
"Don't be sad. It's a good thing. Because you are going to grow up, meet many new, fun and interesting people. You'll make new friends. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Just promise me you'll remember everything I taught you. The magic I taught you, how to use your mind, your light and listen to the other people that do magic. Learn from them. You are going to need it when you're older. Life is going to start going so fast. Some parts are going to be fun and exciting while other parts are going to be hard, scary and sad. But you are special. You will get through all of it. I am going to visit you again when your older and you can show me all that you have learned. Okay?"
" Okay."
20 years later, I met my friend again. It was late at night around 2 p.m. or 3 p.m. As I walked past the mirror in my room, I saw a child in the mirror that looked like me when I was 10 years old. I'm 30 years old now. The child had a sinister look on his face. All the innocence and friendliness I remembered from him was utterly absent.
"Do you remember me?"
"Of course I do Eric."
"Did you keep your promise? The promise to keep up with your magics and abilities. I truly hope that you did."
"I have and you know that I have."
"True. I am happy to see you, Eric."
"I know. I also know now you were never my friend. The magic you taught me and the lessons you gave me were for your benefit. What I don't understand is why did you invest so much time in this "long con" game? Why nurture me and my abilities and give me a portion of your power if you were only going to try and consume me as all demons like you do? Wouldn't it have been easier to prey upon me when I was a weak innocent child?"
"Well...of course it would have been. With any other child. I have consumed thousands of children over the millennia. Your kind forget so easily and have no respect for the unseen worlds. You were different, however. You came from people with magic. It was so hard to get to you and if I tipped my hand prematurely, I'd have the weight of your ancestors, your protectors both physical and spiritual on my head. I couldn't have that. So, I was patient and I waited. Of course I could have had you when you were but a child. But where would be the fun in that?"
The little boy in the mirror became even more intimidating. He now had two gaping black holes where is eyes should have been.
"You see Eric, I like to play with my food before I eat it. I find pleasure in not only betrayal but in the challenge. I lust to devour prey that can equal my strength. Why do you think I made you promise that you would continue to practice your natural abilities of magic? Why do you think that I gave you power? I needed you to become strong and powerful before I slaughtered you, spirit, mind and soul."
I smiled.
I did listen to it. I did develop my abilities. Not just my natural magical abilities but my psychic abilities, too. I studied magics from other cultures, from the most ancient of civilizations and what the demon did not know was that I merged with many different pantheons. They became a part of me. The demon also didn't know that the power it gave me as a child, grew too. I developed the ability to feed on power.
As it talked, I was feeding on it. I'm always feeding so as soon as he appeared in the mirror, I began consuming it. I was devouring it and it didn't even know.
"Now, I am going to devour you and your entire family. I think I'll drive you all insane as drink your health, your dreams and your happiness. I think..."
"Yes, you think what?"
"What are you doing, Eric?"
"What do you mean?" I said coyly.
"Do not play coy with me you fucking insect! You dare try to feed on me? I am a child of forever! You are just human trash! A fucking blink of a dying man's eye! You are the food of my kind! You are nothing! I will swallow your..."
" Shut the fuck up, demon. You are an eternal fool with bad breath hiding behind whispers and shadow. You feed on the light that you and your ilk are no longer fit to bask in. You cannibalize your own in the darkest places of being and dine on your own excrement, than call humanity trash to make your existence seem superior when you are but one of a broken species that chose not to evolve. You are the dust that was left from a long dead universe. Your power, your timelessness, indeed your essence is but an echo of your own ruination. You are not fire and brimstone. You are nothing but shit and flatulence. I abjure you and shatter all that you are and all that you have done. I take your power. It was forfeit the moment you hatched your pathetic subterfuge. Now, let the ancient words I speak both rip you apart and incinerate your consciousness. I fragment the patchwork essence you pathetically call a soul. Oblivion is waiting for you, Eric."
I spoke in a whisper as not to awaken my sleeping family...
AKKADIAN EXORCISM: "KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL, KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM ALLAH KHUL. ASSALUIH KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL.
QAMU, QAMU, QAMU."
TRANSLATION: "SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL ONE. SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL GOD. ASSALUIH (Sumerian/Akkadian God of Exorcisms.) BURN THE EVIL ONE. BURN, BURN, BURN."
The demon, still looking like a frightful child, began to burn. At first defiantly screaming obscenities, threats, curses and promises of destruction. Than as it began to fall apart snd fade away it pleaded snd begged for me to stop trying to tempt me with wishes that it swore to grant.
I just silently watched and fed on it's power and let it burn, as I gave it a tender smile. My eyes became a brilliant opalescent hue. My only wish was to be more powerful than the demon.
Now, I am.
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