A servant who longed for freedom for so long

It was an exotic egg … Its shell is a gargantuan crimson gemstone, a very red ruby decorated with deep lines of gold and vivid emerald jewels. It sat peacefully between the burning flames, so precious and heavy. I was tempted with its beauty and mystery … What is inside? I want to see it crack in front of my eyes to please them like those wild nights I have.

I was hired personally by Lucifer himself and well I was the best thief in my country, no one has ever managed to overcome my brilliant schemes or even think like I do. I am proud to be chosen as one of his followers. Loyalty however is out of question, you can’t expect a thief to be loyal.

My master was proud enough to put me as his right hand to manage things in his castle which is located in the Bermuda Triangle. Ships of strong men have came to that forbidden area but have been concealed by the soldiers for they have not gained permission to pass. Sympathy was not an option and they all got killed except for those who can come in handy to spread evil.

I was lucky enough to survive between those thousands of dead men. It was my sinful hands that saved me from being dead. My job was exciting for I had the chance to be invisible and sweet talk in the ears of people who are tempted to steal and I have not participated in their awful crimes but I have suggested a few ideas and plans for them to follow. They had their option and free will so it is not I who must take the blame.

For every accomplishment I get rewarded with more wealth to carry and women. All I had ever wanted to have was that egg which was as crimson as my deeds and days, it was crimson like the blood boiling in my crimson heart. Those black and maroon flames of fire which I see are reflecting in my eyes for they hold all of my desires within its hot filthy embraces.

I am a weak human and a desperate one who is unworthy of trust. I betrayed the demon who took me in to raise me as his own son. I took place as a royal guard and he sat me next to him and gave me the honour of holding his sword. He spoke to me as a part of him which he is proud of and about me as an example to follow.

My best friend is a demon who can be summoned by the playing of any normal flute but there were specific notes to hit. That’s why songs are forbidden in the books of religion, each instrument is capable of calling in a demon. Their names were sounds of music. Some songs play those notes in your head to make this specific demon follow you around and fill your head with what it has as a duty.

This best friend had no good qualities about him. Not a single stroke of goodness has ever touched his heart. I’m not even sure he has one. I’m in love with his captivating sister though, she’s a mischievous siren who dances in human parties disguised to seduce and clutch men’s hearts to commit adultery.

I thought I have seen it all and lived it all but I yearned for that egg, the curiosity took away my sleep and occupied my thoughts leaving no place for new plans. I’m disappointing my master and colleagues these days too much and I might have been thrown to die if he hadn’t clutched to my days of glory in the stories he tells about my accomplishments and betrayal to my own kind.

I served in that place for a long time, I stopped counting a long time ago. I have an opportunity to escape every year yet I never take it. I’m too afraid to face my god and what I have done with my time. I don’t just carry my sins but also the sins of the many whom I have charmed. I’m taking my chances this year. They get locked up for a month, that special month of the year.

That month when they don’t do their duties, humans still sin. It is only a proof that you have to blame it on yourself. That month is my vacation where I spend it freely in some cold country until it finishes. When I have to return I touch my necklace which has the power to carry me from anywhere to anywhere in a blink and gets me recognised as one of them.

The necklace is gold, it has a thick chain with an eye as the symbol. The eye is hollow surrounded by diamonds and one is purposely missing and a hole is placed instead. The pupil has three circles of different hues of blue. The deepest one is the darkest and the most intense then surrounded by the colour of the sea then the colour of the sky. The pupil was alive, it was real fire that I carry on my neck.

I wore it with questions and acceptance. What is it really for? Is he watching me through that eye? What happens if I ever take it off? I sold my soul and I am a slave … To whom exactly? Could it be to the owner of this eye? Am I following Lucifer or the one eyed man who lives in the trapped island under the Bermuda Triangle along with that strange looking hairy creature?

The month is coming, my curiosity will end.

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The killer and the thief

I went through the trees to see an empty house, the door was opened yet light refused to go in. I wondered what lays in the depth of the darkness. My grandmother says that the darkness is made by a crowd of dark souls … Now why are they all trapped inside?

I got in and suddenly I was the light and I saw my path written by my fate. The sound of music came to my heart then to my ears and it was nothing like I have ever heard before. The music pulled me in to a room where a devil plays a violin.

“Child, come inside. Stop hiding yourself with that light.”
“I thought darkness hides and deceives and truth shines in the light.”
“Darkness reveals our true souls, unaffected with the beauty of the skin and it lets you see your fears that were absent in the light.”
“I can see your face … It’s nothing I would want to see. Your eyes are wiped out like pencil tracks on paper and you’re darker than this darkness!”
“Didn’t you see the beauty in my sounds? Free me from my prison and I shall give you my wings.”

“What will those wings give me?”
“You will be able to travel in a blink, I will give you a position in our kingdom and you will be the last human to die.”
“Why would I want to be the last and lose my loved ones?”
“I will give you a book and inside you will find all of the answers.”
“Where is the key then?”
“That, you must find out on your own.”
“Who locked you in?”
He ignored to play the violin again …

She went out to see … Where is the key?
She stepped on pain and she cried in agony …
It was a room of thorns placed to kill but not the virgins and in the very end shines a rose that was one of a kind. She wanted it like a baby wants his bottle of milk and she stepped on every thorn there was to reach the rose that was worth the trouble. Then she had to walk out and that was worse.

The rose spoke to the little one …
“Don’t fall for the wings! He eats the virgin girls! My prince locked him in so he can’t steal the children anymore.”
“He promised me things and he plays poetic music … How can something evil be so beautiful?”
“I am responsible for the spring … If you don’t put me back all of the roses will die! There will be just the cold winter and the dead autumn.”
“Be quiet.”

She came into the next room to see an old pale woman was combing her long white hair while she was mumbling and laughing by her own.
She had one look at the girl with her red eyes and flew to her as fast as a hunting hawk who went for his prey. The girl froze in fear and the old woman jumped on her forcing her to obey and hold still. A necklace was hanging from her wrinkled neck and it was pointing at the girl’s mouth.
“You’ll be a better dinner … I’ll stuff you first with onions then I’ll cook you with my herbs, then …” She grabbed the necklace and ran as fast as her legs could. “COME BACK WITH MY HEART!!!”

The old woman couldn’t leave the room and that was a relief.
“I wonder what I’ll get my hands on next … What if I tied the necklace on the rose?” She did exactly that then they flew and she went to catch them.
They dropped suddenly on the ground and it was the sound that broke the silence … Suddenly a grand coffin started to shake and someone came out. It was a handsome prince!

“Thank you for setting me free … How can I repay you?”
“I … I was trying to free the poor demon in the prison.”
“I will set him free if you marry me.”
“Yes! I do.”

The birds flew from every window, light finally came in … Beautiful servants carried the wedding dress, the place turned into a garden of colours, the rose turned into a crown and the necklace into a ring.

They kissed after the marriage vows then the place faded away …
It was the demon himself … His way out of the prison was through the coffin and his way out of the house was a bride that will fall for the spell of beauty.
He smiled at her with his ugly face, the crown turned into dust then nature died and now she is the devil’s wife in a portrait of washed off brown, grey and pale death with no wings to escape.

Fear is the motive

The invitation was blurry, I’m not sure if it was real or a dream. He took me around the world in seconds! He showed me around to see ruins and the seven wonders which were made in his honour as gifts to please his pride.

We went to a cold place with strange looking stones which are chaotically in order, I’ve seen it before in a book. He told me that those stones are symbols; a riddle waiting to be solved. They leave riddles everywhere to the open eyes but that doesn’t mean that those eyes have open minds.

He gave me a paper with an eye drawn on it … It was one extraordinary eye. He told me to face the mirror before I sleep and look into the reflection of this eye. I did exactly that and I had visions in my sleep. It came to me like slides pushing forward. More like still images showing up in sequence; keys and doors mostly.

I opened my eyes to find a figure on the wall watching me sleep … It had a goat’s head and it was darker than the dark and blacker than the night. I went to open the lights but it disappeared before I heard the switch click. Maybe they know that we’ve been sniffing around and they’re trying to make us stop our movie. It was a warning … Maybe we should be one of them.

Awake but I’m still in confusion … What was I supposed to do? What does this vision mean? Who’s eye is this? I have more questions every minute I think about it. Wait … What is this knife doing here? It’s not mine! What is this? … It’s another note …

The interview

I waited in line to go under … Why? What was I waiting for? I arrived and sat waiting on a bunch of chaotically placed red chairs with weird people waiting with me. They are here because they want to be here but I feel hypnotised. Damn it! It is so hot in here … I can barely breathe!

They looked nervous and spoke with such dirty words that were so filthy to be known by a normal person. This bold, pale guy with weird tattoos and piercings was biting off his nails like those chopped lips were hammers and his eyes were widely opened staring into nothing … He looked anxious but excited.

I was called by guards … I got through two long doors with symbols carved on them, into a dark room with a throne sitting inside … Who is that? He wore a black cape, had long black nails and his face was partly shown, it looks like it is boiling. He spoke Latin, the weird thing is that I understood. I kept looking around, but there was nothing, just an empty room. He offered me a contract of fire to sign saying that he will grant my wishes if I joined his army.

My self

I sat there in a garden of heaven trying to summon my inner self to ask her things, to look up to her light and beauty. There were birds of white pearls, falling rivers of flowers, the sky was clear blue; a peaceful reflection of everything was displayed on this pure angelic sky and great waterfall poured from a single cloud and it turns to life giving light. I admired it all and I waited for her. I see a figure coming from a distance … Behind clarity extends mystery. As I hear calming flowing rivers my blood boils of curiosity.
Here she comes! The goddess of beauty and innocence …

What is that sound? What is going on? The earth is shaking! The light is fading, the sky is breaking, the water turns to lava and my garden is on fire! … My inner self, my higher self … Where is she? She is turning! Her hair is red, her skin is black stone and her face is … Why … She is the devil! I have been deceived. Thick black rain is dripping from the sky and darkness came over forcing me to face my demon … A battle is here to be and one will kill the other.