I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Fifteen: Meresin

Another commonality between love and gold is they are both elements of transition. Gold is a transition metal because it can bond with other elements much more easily due to the properties of its electrons. I feel that is precisely the clue behind the use of gold as the ink. Gold and love transmute.

I opened a window to look into the present reality. I felt like a human returning to work after some time off. A vacation. The Void felt like home, a safe place from all the Devils in the universe. A black cold nothing where I had some amalgam of control. I peered into the watery portal to look at Noah. I opened the portal by feeling the thread of his vibration. I followed it, a familiar pathway of our contracts an agreements. Once I found him I looked at his present timeline. I could see exactly what he was doing in the rainy afternoon.

He was miserable. I wasn't surprised. I slithered into his bedroom through the usual portal in his bedroom closet. I stepped over all of his clothes and papers. His room stank of old food and unwashed things. There was now a small hole in his wall, apparently from rodents. It didn't seem as if he had noticed. I looked around and could see that he hadn't cleaned anything from I had last seen him, since the date. I attempted to process how much time had passed since I had been in the Void.

I am the best at Void navigation in all of the universe. It is possible I have knowledge that not even the Creator currently processes on the subject, since the Creator has divided all of his knowledge into different consciousnesses in the universe. However, it seemed as if I had missed two weeks time from the moment I left the Void until I returned. My navigation wasn't perfectly precise, it was just the best I could do. In that two weeks without my influence, Noah's mental health took a hard drastic decline. It seemed counter intuitive since my presence was usually what anchored his depression in the first place.

This was a mathematical anomaly I have observed time and time again. The physics in our universe were still an unsolved puzzle. One would think that Noah's mental health and mood would improve without me. Instead, it was the opposite. Sure, other attachments and entities came and went since I was gone. Yet, that did not explain all of the darkness in Noah's aura. Something was different. Something seemed drastically odd.

I enjoyed the mystery. I intended to pick up the pieces of where I left off to solve the puzzle. I made sure to cloak myself in layers of protections and charms. I did not want to be seen by anyone, especially Raziel. I knew I was just careless before and would not make that mistake again.

I love to observe the smallest and most minute of the Creator's work. I have a strong desire to solve the greatest math problem-- how the scaffolding of the universe is constructed. I believe it to be located in the framework of the human mind, and thus I study a single linage of humans for infinity to deconstruct how they work. I was desperately curious as to why Noah seemed so depressed. I had a suspicion it was due to his brief exposure of Wendy's love energy. It seemed to have irradiated him from the inside out.

I was also interested to see his work. The information from Noah's creative output was more indicative of the state of his soul than anything else. I drifted across the room to his drawing station. Even before I came upon what I was looking for I could feel a plethora of his energy. I followed Noah's strong vibrations until I found the piece of artwork I wanted. I wanted to know if he had worked on his personal fantasy map in the two weeks I was gone.

I found the map on a heap of other drawings. I could feel that he neglected it. It was as if the imaginary world he was building with Wendy had stagnated. The fantasy world had the energy of a dead bog. It felt like he was no longer interesting in building anything with Wendy.

Noah himself was both in the room and outside of it. His body was asleep on the naked floor mattress. His consciousness was elsewhere in the dreamworld. It wouldn't be hard to find him but it required me to open a portal and seek his essence. Once again, I drifted into the darkness and shadow of his closet and opened a window, this time into Noah's world of dreaming.