The Patron Saint of Monsters

Prologue Part Five Power

Trent had remained invisible in what was now the remnants of his old bedroom, aside from the location of the room it was no longer the same. Had he not watched as the couple who made their home in the shell of what was once his house, he would not have been able to recognize it. The fixtures were the same, golden doorknobs that were slightly worn, faucets fixtures that Trent remembered his mother fiddling with to draw his bath when he was a child, before all of his troubles began. Trent could not recall precisely when he started to feel all of the things that had contributed to his suicide, he was not even entirely sure what he had felt but as he watched Abra and her husband Cameron prepare for their coming baby by decorating his old room and assembling cribs with grins growing in direct proportion to Abra’s expanding stomach that Trent began to realize the magnitude of the opportunity he was blessed with. He was able to attempt to save this innocent unborn child from the dreary fate that seemed to befall so many of the people on the planet, he had an endeavor to keep someone happy for all of their life.

Cameron was a promising English professor at the local college, he had a study filled with books, it was more like a library than anything else. Once Trent had tired of squandering his supposedly infinite amounts of time waiting for Abra to go into labor he began to burrow into the brown leather chair that lay in the study biding his time, reading some of the professor’s extensive collection. There were books in all genres, Trent was distinctly fascinated with the essays and theses on the subject of Humans and all they are capable of. 

Humans were considered incapable of thinking of a new color that was not on the Earth’s spectrum, Trent clearly remembered the few moments he spent in what he had believed to be Heaven, he remembered seeing colors that he had never seen before, but he could not think of a word for them. Earthling’s have no words even close to conveying the hues that are unimaginable to Earth bound humans, but the instant they found themselves of Epeace they were rendered unable to imagine sights without these new colors.  

There was concept in the Earthling belief of Tibetan Buddhism called “Tulpa” which was the idea that if one believed in something enough they could cause it to manifest. Trent thought it was bizarre and originally he wrote it off, but he found that he could not shake the idea of this concept. It made him curious about himself, he knew that he could to an extent alter the perceptions of the average human. He could convince them that he was not there, and he could allow himself to be visible in any form that he pleased, he could also slightly alter their feelings and plant the idea to commit actions within their minds. Due to that he found that he did not have to fret over things like running out of reading material because whenever he wanted something new all he had to do was whisper into one of the houses inhabitants and then they would have an uncontrollable urge to immediately do whatever task he had suggested. He was fairly certain that his parlor tricks would not work on the human whom he was assigned to protect, because if he could merely suggest that she remain happy for her entire life then he really wouldn’t have much to do, and that would be unfair since he thought that ensuring the happiness of the girl was what he had to do in order to gain entry to heaven. Trent had no idea how difficult his assignment was going to be.