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- Feb 7, 2011
The twelve gathered far from the town, deep in the forest, around a large flat boulder they had anointed as an altar. Six men, six women, dedicated to ancient rituals of Satanic worship. They intoned chants they had translated from even more ancient texts, calling on the powers of the Dark One to give them strength, power, influence to assist in His agenda. At the appointed time, the moon directly overhead, they brought forth the child they had snatched in secret from the orphanage in town. Six men, six women, and a six year old sacrifice... six, six, six, the sign of the Beast. Their voices rising in the still wilderness, the dagger was raised and the sacrifice was made. The twelve washed their naked bodies in the blood of the sacrifice and called upon the Dark One.
But their prayers were unanswered. Their attempts to translate the ancient scrolls was flawed. No power flowed to them. The hours passed and they realized their ritual was faulty, and still there was the body of the sacrificed to be dealt with. They dug a deep hole, tossed in the body, mixed dirt with lime and other acids, and covered their crime. They moved the boulder to hide their anonymous grave, and slunk back to their places in the town, to live out their ordinary lives in guilt and dread at being discovered.
Their magic was flawed, but not useless. Far from invoking the full blessings of the Dark One, they had, unawares, summoned a minor demon from the plane of fire. He was virtually without form, invisible to nearly all, and attached by the ritual to the image and location of the child sacrificed in his name. Immortal, unable to leave this place, he waited in patience. Years passed, then decades. The crime of the devil worshippers died with them; no record of the missing child remained. The town gradually became a city, expanding, gulping up the wilderness around it fits and starts. Trees were harvested and cleared, dirt turned, roads paved through the forest, the sections cleared to make new housing for expanding population. Decades became centuries. And still, the demon waited.
Streets formed a new housing expansion. Land was carved up into lots, and houses built and sold. The remains of the buried child were long decayed to dust, but the invisible demon was chained to his six-year-old appearance, until he could shift his spiritual bond to another. He had to come in contact with another six year old, and grow along with them to reach the age of sexual maturity. A house went up above the long ago hidden grave. The demon found himself in a small room, unable to leave it. The first residents had no children, and the room was used as a den. The demon lingered, invisible, watching the man work at his desk or read, unable to contact or influence him in any way.
Other residents came and went, before finally someone came and converted the room into a child's bedroom/playroom. At last, the demon felt the excitement of gaining his freedom. As she slept, he appeared beside her bed and breathed in her breath. His soul mingled with hers, giving him the ability to make a visible form, but only for her. Later that day, when she was playing, he appeared. The girl was surprised but not frightened by the sudden appearance of another little boy her age.
"Hi," he greeted her smiling, his voice only she could hear, his young body only she could see. He was dressed like the little pictures in books he had seen her looking at with her mommy. "My name is Davey. You wanna play?" For hours, they giggled and played games together. He was endlessly patient and fun, and knew just how to make her laugh. But when she was called to dinner, he cautioned her. "I'm an invisible friend. It's a secret. You can't tell anyone about me."
Of course, no six year old can keep a secret, but as she told her parents stories about her invisible friend, they just smiled knowingly and expected she would eventually grow out of this "phase". He was always there to play games, participate in tea parties with her dolls, go on magic carpet rides on her bed, and watch cartoons on her little tv. When schoolmates teased her and made her cry, she knew she could go to her room, and Davey would be there to tell her he understood, and promise someday to get even with those meanies who hurt her.
Months, then years passed. The girl now understood that she, indeed, had to keep the secret about Davey. Even her parents no longer understood why she "needed" an invisible friend to play with, so she no longer shared with them, or anyone else. Davey was growing along with her, and, while he appeared to her less frequently, he was always there when she really needed a friend to confide in, play with, or just to laugh and relieve her stress.
She grew to understand the strangeness of having a truly invisible friend, at least to everyone else. She knew he was becoming a handsome young man, passing his fifteenth birthday, just like her. She didn't realize that, when he was invisible to her, he was still there, his spirit watching her as she changed, showered, went to bed. Davey was maturing, too, but with his maturity came self knowledge of his true origins and his purpose in Hades and on earth. He was an abuser of flesh, an arouser of passions, a corrupter of innocence. The drive to fulfill his destiny was beginning to possess him more and more, and the only outlet for that drive would be his soul-bound "friend."
But their prayers were unanswered. Their attempts to translate the ancient scrolls was flawed. No power flowed to them. The hours passed and they realized their ritual was faulty, and still there was the body of the sacrificed to be dealt with. They dug a deep hole, tossed in the body, mixed dirt with lime and other acids, and covered their crime. They moved the boulder to hide their anonymous grave, and slunk back to their places in the town, to live out their ordinary lives in guilt and dread at being discovered.
Their magic was flawed, but not useless. Far from invoking the full blessings of the Dark One, they had, unawares, summoned a minor demon from the plane of fire. He was virtually without form, invisible to nearly all, and attached by the ritual to the image and location of the child sacrificed in his name. Immortal, unable to leave this place, he waited in patience. Years passed, then decades. The crime of the devil worshippers died with them; no record of the missing child remained. The town gradually became a city, expanding, gulping up the wilderness around it fits and starts. Trees were harvested and cleared, dirt turned, roads paved through the forest, the sections cleared to make new housing for expanding population. Decades became centuries. And still, the demon waited.
Streets formed a new housing expansion. Land was carved up into lots, and houses built and sold. The remains of the buried child were long decayed to dust, but the invisible demon was chained to his six-year-old appearance, until he could shift his spiritual bond to another. He had to come in contact with another six year old, and grow along with them to reach the age of sexual maturity. A house went up above the long ago hidden grave. The demon found himself in a small room, unable to leave it. The first residents had no children, and the room was used as a den. The demon lingered, invisible, watching the man work at his desk or read, unable to contact or influence him in any way.
Other residents came and went, before finally someone came and converted the room into a child's bedroom/playroom. At last, the demon felt the excitement of gaining his freedom. As she slept, he appeared beside her bed and breathed in her breath. His soul mingled with hers, giving him the ability to make a visible form, but only for her. Later that day, when she was playing, he appeared. The girl was surprised but not frightened by the sudden appearance of another little boy her age.
"Hi," he greeted her smiling, his voice only she could hear, his young body only she could see. He was dressed like the little pictures in books he had seen her looking at with her mommy. "My name is Davey. You wanna play?" For hours, they giggled and played games together. He was endlessly patient and fun, and knew just how to make her laugh. But when she was called to dinner, he cautioned her. "I'm an invisible friend. It's a secret. You can't tell anyone about me."
Of course, no six year old can keep a secret, but as she told her parents stories about her invisible friend, they just smiled knowingly and expected she would eventually grow out of this "phase". He was always there to play games, participate in tea parties with her dolls, go on magic carpet rides on her bed, and watch cartoons on her little tv. When schoolmates teased her and made her cry, she knew she could go to her room, and Davey would be there to tell her he understood, and promise someday to get even with those meanies who hurt her.
Months, then years passed. The girl now understood that she, indeed, had to keep the secret about Davey. Even her parents no longer understood why she "needed" an invisible friend to play with, so she no longer shared with them, or anyone else. Davey was growing along with her, and, while he appeared to her less frequently, he was always there when she really needed a friend to confide in, play with, or just to laugh and relieve her stress.
She grew to understand the strangeness of having a truly invisible friend, at least to everyone else. She knew he was becoming a handsome young man, passing his fifteenth birthday, just like her. She didn't realize that, when he was invisible to her, he was still there, his spirit watching her as she changed, showered, went to bed. Davey was maturing, too, but with his maturity came self knowledge of his true origins and his purpose in Hades and on earth. He was an abuser of flesh, an arouser of passions, a corrupter of innocence. The drive to fulfill his destiny was beginning to possess him more and more, and the only outlet for that drive would be his soul-bound "friend."
