Titanic- The Curse

A Trip To The Underworld.

It had been days since the demon last appeared, I began to naively think he was gone for good. I was very wrong, he appeared to me in the tiles of my bathroom, he was persistent. I ignored him, I told him to go away and leave me alone. The demon laughed and told me he wouldn't leave me alone until I'd killed nearly 700 people. I needed to escape him, I finally went to the church, I told the priest everything, he understood and told me with his help he would get rid of this demon. The priest came to my house, he must've sensed it, he feared being in my house, he told me to take him to every reflective surface of my house, he placed holy water on each surface and gave me a prayer to St Michael, I am to say it out loud if it appeared again. I had many days of freedom, then he returned with a vengeance, he began throwing things around my house, my staff were scared out of their wits. It made many of my staff leave the house and never to return. I went to see the old lady again, she said that they had done almost everything, except one thing? I asked what? The old woman said, we contact this demons master. I wasn't fully onboard with this plan, but I needed to do something.

We needed to find out who this lesser demon was, we needed a name. The lady was the only person that could reach into the bowels of the underworld, she told me she has contacts there, human souls that send her information and help her connect with the dead. The lady found her grounding cords as she called them, she told them that she would help them seek peace out of the underworld if they get her a name, they said they would find out. The souls came back with a name, but they wanted out of there before they gave it to her, she had a spell ready, they were now in a bubble to head away to another dimension. The souls shouted, his name is Azarack, he's a lower level bottom feeder, he has his claws in that human, his masters name is Astaroth. The souls were now in the spirit guide dimension, the lady will always have them at her side, but she has now lost her connection to the underworld. The lady knew of another way to get there, but I was to go alone. The lady gave me a brew, she sent me to the underworld, a place that I never want to ever end up in when I die. I searched for Azarack, but he was nowhere to be found, but I screamed out for Astaroth, he came immediately, he asked me why a human was down here? I told him that his bottom feeding demon named Azarack was wanting me to kill souls, to kill people even though it wasn't me that made the pact. Astaroth was annoyed I could sense how confused he was. I informed him of the pact he made with another human, he was angry, I said, "I didn't make such a pact with him, the human he made the pact with is dead and he claimed 1,500 souls." Astaroth replied, "he did all this without informing me?" I said, "sir, he did. I don't know how it works down here, but I'm pretty sure he would've needed your permission?" Astaroth replied, "indeed he did, he's trying to overthrow me or someone of my calibre, thank you for bringing this to my attention, rest assured you won't be bothered by him again, now leave here before I change my mind and make you a slave." With his hand I woke up in the lady's house, I told her what happened and she said, "you actually spoke with Astaroth? He even let you go?" I was still shaking, I said, "he said if I didn't leave then and there, he would've made me a slave." The woman was shocked, she said, "I can't believe an upper level demon was cordial. Maybe they're not as bad as people believe?" I was still in shock, I was in what the church calls hell and a demon, an upper level one at that, sent me back.

The woman on this night finally revealed her name to me, she was named Sarah, a witch, she is descended from the witches from Salem. Sarah told me, that Azarack will try and kill me, I had told his master of his plan, a plan he never shared with his master. Sarah informed me to stay with her a few days, she needed to prepare a ritual to keep him from killing me, at least until his master killed him or imprisoned him. I found this world intriguing, I truly never thought about it before. I heard my mother tell us stories as children, but I always thought it was a myth and to make us eat things we didn't like? I asked Sarah to help me practice to be like her, she told me that people are born like her, but that people can be trained to do what she does, it takes time and years of practice. I told her that's all I had in life was time. I had no lover, no husband and most importantly no friends. Rumours began spreading of how Mr Ismay didn't make it off the ship after all, that the man in the courtroom was a lookalike. Oh how little did they know. Sarah began with the basics, she showed me how to bathe for rituals and gave me homework, I had to learn the phases of the moon and learn how to write my own spells with actual intention. I went to a book store and bought all the books related to the occult, it taught me things that Sarah didn't tell me. It taught me how to create my own rituals. Sarah told me I'm not ready to do rituals just yet, but I ignored her and tried one. To my surprise it worked, I had a conversation with a man that claimed he was Henry. He told me things that only Henry knew, especially the marriage certificate and told me I made a good decision. I knew this as Sarah had told me that during her seance. Henry left me with love and told me that he would watch over me forever and he has been keeping the demon from hurting me. I wrote all this down and knew I'd have to show it to Sarah the next day. I brought the book around to Sarah's the next day, the crazy part was, she already knew, she actually said she would like to do my tarot cards, that I may come from a line of witches and I didn't know about it. Sarah did my past reading, it was what she expected, I did come from a line of witches, she said that wasn't uncommon as I am Irish. The irish had a huge pagan lifeline, one that lasted thousands of years. I told Sarah I wouldn't renounce the church as the priest knew of my sins, I didn't want him to tell the police. I truly began to immerse myself into the New Orleans culture. I stopped being afraid of Azarack. I don't know when I stopped being afraid, but I had confidence to stop him, I don't know how I knew this, but I was no longer worried. Maybe this is what Sarah meant that I'd eventually come out of it in a positive light.