I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Thirteen: Meresin

I was only too eager to confront Noah. I waited to do so for his consciousness to enter the dream world. I wanted to speak to him when he was most lucid, most able to focus all of his attention upon me. Since Noah and I had a contract, I was able to meet him and pull him into my realm the moment his body fell asleep.

I pulled Noah into the Void. Every time he sleeps, is like he is dead. Noah very infrequently remembers his dreams. I use the Void to avoid the influence of my brothers, especially Azazel. Although the Void is a difficult realm for human consciousness, it is the only place I knew I could fully control. I knew Azazel has been sniffing around my affairs, I could feel it. The Void was the only truly safe place in all the universe.

As soon as he was asleep, I summoned him. I had pulled Noah's consciousness into the Void so many times, it was beginning to get used to it. Though, because it was unnatural to mortals, it was still jarring. I could see his consciousness begin to materialize in the darkness. It always took him a moment to orientate himself. His consciousness appeared as a wisp of white smoke at first. It undulated and swelled in the Void as if wrestling to find which ends were his feet and which parts were his hands. Then, after a moment, Noah realized he was dreaming and adjusted. The wisp formed into a well dressed version of his dream-body.

Where Wendy usually looked like a small, bright pixie like creature, Noah looked much like himself. He looked human, with his features more masculine and his clothing more stylish. I didn't bother summoning chairs or lighting, though I didn't prevent Noah from doing so for himself. I liked the Void just the way it was.

"What are you doing?" I asked Noah, abruptly.

"What? What do you mean, 'what am I doing?'" Noah asked, as if dumbfounded.

"Why have you been neglecting Wendy?" I asked.

"I—huh? I don't know. Maybe I am not ready to be a trans-step dad? But also..." Noah blurted out. In the dream world, it was much more apparent when a mortal was lying. There was no body, no face, to hide behind. His energy became mud at the untruths. I frowned but said nothing and allowed him to continue. "...also, I think I love her. I just wish I could be in a relationship with her where I could be more myself."

"What's so special about her?" I asked, genuinely wondering. I did not have human eyes, except when I truly pressed my consciousness onto Noah's, forcing myself into the forefront. In a sense, I was smothering my personality over his. The only time I could see with human eyes was when I was fully possessing him. Like an immune response, his consciousness pushes me back. It is oil and water, two halves of magnets repelling one another. To overpower him would be to suppress his will and destroy his life essence, and it wasn't something easily done.

"Well, she's quite amazing," replied Noah, his energy glowing. "she's an artist and she's really fun. She's a fairy, and I really like fairies."

"They're fickle," I scoffed. "she will break your heart into a thousand pieces once she is bored."

"I know and I don't care, loving is always worth it over not loving or never trying," answered Noah.

I wasn't sure how to respond. He was correct. Love was one of the known energies in the universe to not suffer from entropy. It was free energy. It was a force that only grew when fed. It just didn't exist or wasn't accessible to low vibrational entities, and love certainly wasn't given to the Devil of any kind.

Then, of course, I was instantly reminded of something, the little scrap of paper given to me by the Lord himself. It was a clue or code of some kind, as all communication with the Creator was like that. I had gone through a lot of trouble because of that little scrap of paper. I am still in the process of deciphering what it meant.