I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Eleven: Meresin

While collecting data on the Veil, I noticed a pattern. The Veil moves and shifts much like moisture in the air affecting the weather in the sky. Holes appeared in the Veil in places were humans were projecting their will. This was a common suspicion, however, it had never been properly tracked. This is why there were holes in places of magic.

There are places that are, thin, too. There always has been. Thin places are often found where there are few human consciousnesses, so few that the Veil cannot connect to itself. These are called Low Places. These places are empty spaces; for example, like glaciers, deserted parking lots, the sky, overgrown forests, and the ocean. Spirits naturally flock to these liminal areas where they can thrive. Low Places are naturally occurring things and they move and change. However, with the help of my assistants, I have been tracking a trend throughout the last twenty years. Low Places were beginning to creep into every place.

The holes were getting much bigger and the Veil was not repairing itself. Every place on Earth was becoming a Low Place. Just like how the atmosphere has seasons and just as the magnetosphere has phases, so does the Veil have a life cycle.

When I brought this data to my brother, Azazel, for assessment, he predictably and surreptitiously outright dismissed the information. He wouldn't hear of it. He simply reminded me that we are Devils and it was our job to disrupt the Veil to our advantage. The Veil also has cycles, he reminded me. I told him that at no point has the Veil ever been so damaged, even at its minimums. There was always an algorithm to mask information when a consciousnesses passes from one side to the other. Even when the algorithm was in its earlier incarnations and it was easier to transubstantiate from flesh to spirit and vise versa-- it was never like this. The membrane of the Veil never not existed. When I warned him of outright collapse, he scoffed and changed the subject. I knew he thought I was crazy and that he would rather not think of it.

It wasn't hard to link the collapse of the Veil with the corresponding ecological disaster on Earth. Pollution was collapsing the ecosystems of Earth, one after another. The Veil is just another victim of the compounding problem that humans were simply not aware of or choosing to ignore. It was a deeply concerning issue. Since I and my brothers are in no danger of dying, I was not afraid, but I was bothered. It was going to be somebodies responsibility to resolve sooner or later, and usually structural issues of the universe like this fell on angels to fix. Not the good angels, either-- the garbage men. The angels that worked in waste management. Why? Because eventually it would creep into my life and be my problem, too, and then there is no one else left for it to fall to. We are at the bottom.

I decided I would continue course and collecting data. Then, I would need to plan. Instead of wasting my consciousness and energy I delegated data collecting to demons. Vassago was too important a tool to waste on this, as I wanted his intelligence elsewhere. I had no one else to tell about this, either. The Lord still does not see nor hear me, and my most powerful brother who could most likely be in a position to help-- does not care or finds the tattered state of the Veil amusing and useful to his own ends.

I could perhaps flag down a mediator, like Metatron or Sandalphon, to bring it to the attention of God directly... but it seems, one would think, that the Lord already knows about it. Since it has been a traceable trend over the course of the last twenty or so years, that it likely is, in fact, by design. It was a purposeful problem the Lord set before us to solve that we are all ignoring, like the corresponding issue of the Earth's global temperatures heating.

Since I've chosen to remove myself from my brothers, I am alone in dealing with this. I see this no differently than if one were to have a body. If there was to be a complete collapse of the Veil, it, of course, would be unprecedented and cause a large amount of chaos and confusion on both sides. I cannot save anyone but myself, and even if I tried, I would be as Chicken Little and my plea falls on deaf ears.