The Two Faced DEMONICA

CHAPTER TWO: TRUST NO ONE

                                      NARRATOR

GOOD EVILS FELLOW READERS, YOU MUST BE THINKING WHO I AM ISN’T IT. WELL I AM THE RACONTEUR, YOUR NARRATOR TO THESE UNIMAGINABLE STORIES, well stories for you but reality for me. THIS ONE MY FREIMDS, IS ABOUT BIRTH OF A NEW EVIL. A DEMON SO DEAR TO THE DEVIL, LUCIFER HIMSELF. A DEMON WHO IS ON A MISSION TO TAKE REVENGE AGAINST GOD BY OBILERATING THE GOOD ONES THAT GOD HAS CREATED. THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUST AND MORE TO COME...      

RULE NUMBER ONE OF BEING POSESED BY A DEMON. TRUST NO ONE.
HERE’S A GUIDE TO FINDING OUT IF YOU ARE POSESED BY A DEMON OR NOT.
STEP ONE: DIE HARD VOMITING (HELPS TAKE ALL THE GOODNESS OUT OF THE BODY)
She returned to her apartment all dizzy and fucked. Well, I don’t usually use this word as I am a man of wisdom but she, was actually fucked. She was drooling all around the place. She ran for the bathroom when she heard a voice, ‘throw your inner angels out of you or you shall bleed’. She opened the toilet seat and vomited badly and let me tell you, it was horrible. It was like she was breathing fire. She felt like it was the end of her life. When she was done with the vomiting part right before she flushed, she looked into her toilet and the vomit was purple. She became worried but she was in no health of doing anything. She just went to her bed and as she laid down, she went to sleep.
In her dream, she saw a door, a green door. It was a wooden door with a golden frame. The door handle was designed in the form of my kingdom’s sigil. As she walked near the door, a demonic voice called in her head saying, ‘don’t go to that door, find the red one. Well, the devil clearly didn’t want me to intervene. Anyway, she woke up the next day to find everything was back to normal. It was like nothing ever change. She got up to get dressed like every day. As she was getting ready, she wondering about last night.
STEP TWO: FORGETING MEMORIES
She was amazed that not only she couldn’t recall last night’s demonica incident, she didn’t even remember anything after her call with Clarise after she took THE PILLS. Oh! She did not tell you about the pill, did she? She devoured her “whatever drugs she takes to get high” pills before Marcus’s call with her.
NOW BEFORE WE MOVE FORWARD. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE DEMONICA. DEMONICA IS LUCIFER’S FAVOURITE DEMON OUT OF ALL. A ONE AWAY FROM EVERYTHING. I WILL TELL YOU IN DETAIL, BUT MORE TO THAT LATER.
She couldn’t remember anything but one thing she remembered was that she had an interview in a well-established tech company. Wait a minute, she is drugged, her soul is mugged and her last job was at McDonald’s which was fuc… Never mind. Something was off about this but I let it go, for now. She heads out for her interview but before that she needed some coffee. She stopped at a coffee shop like it was a normal day. The interior was quite fancy. The walls were painted dark green, white chairs and tables lying in an orderly manner. Trust me, if a person with OCD would see this. That mother-fluffer would have an orgasm seeing this. She looks around and saw something odd. Everywhere it was just white chairs but the one next to the window had a red and a white chair. Suddenly it started raining. As she looked closely, she saw a woman sitting on the red chair. The reflection of that lady was on that window. As she got closer, she realized the woman looked like her MOTHER.

Rue couldn’t believe what she just saw. Her dead mother sitting right in front of her. She walked up to that table and started staring at her mother. “Come sit my child”, she said, in her all-alive gentle tone. She was a slightly older women, wearing a white top with red stems pattern spreading all over it, blue jeans and her brown hair, glowing from the light in the coffee house. Rue sat in front of her as her mother smiled. “How are you my child”, her mother asked.
If you want to know what a grieving woman looks like, I’m the best example. Yes, me the stupid Rue. I lost my father just after I was born so I didn’t know him. My uncle blamed me that I was the bad omen of this family so we left. I had an older brother and an older sister but they died in a house fire but I was saved. After all that my mother never blamed me and cared about me so much. She died a silent death. It was almost surreal seeing her in front of me today.
“What happened my child you looked stressed.”
“But you were- “
“DEAD”
“Yes”
“Sweety did you forget to take your red pills again”
“What”
“OMG, your red pills. you forget stuffs which makes you go crazy and make these stuffs up”
“Oh! I totally forgot about that, thanks for reminding me”
The waitress came with two coffees. Rue got up leaned over to her mother and said, “I don’t take red pill, I take purple pills”. She walked away and left the coffee shop. Meanwhile, the woman dressed as her mother started smiling. Her face turned from her mother’s to a disturbed unshaped face. “Of course, you do sweety, I was just making sure you were still taking them”. As she finished her coffee in one sip, purple fumes appeared and she vanished.
STEP THREE: GASLIGHTING THEM INTO BELIVING THEY CAN STILL TAKE CONTROL WHILE LOSING THEIR FOCUS.
She walked to the office where her interview was. While walking she was thinking about her dream and hallucinations how the color red was so attached to her life, like some satanic guy was after her or, Satan himself.
She walked in the office and there was this beautiful tall white woman, white hairs, cream colored dress on the reception. “Hello miss, how may I help you”, the lady asked. “I’m here for my interview”. “Mr. Bruner would be right with you”, the lady replied and asked her to take a seat. As she was sitting quietly which is what she usually do, she couldn’t help but notice that there was a beautiful marble wall in front of her. It was engraved with a picture of a war between angels and demons led by God on one side and the devil on the other. In that picture, the devil and his demon’s eyes were glowing red. Meanwhile, there was one demon by Lucifer’s side that had purple eyes.
“Ms. Canidom”
“MS. RUE CANIDOM”
“YES, COMING”, she said. She walked in the HR’s office. It was a cozy chamber, a L shaped table in the left side corner. White walls, like a normal healthy environment, which is not her type. She sat down in front of him. Even thou it was a congested room but for her, it felt like a masquerade hall. A hall filled with demons, demons staring at her. Demons with big eyes, big like a watermelon. They walked towards her slowly. ‘NO, NO, NO’, she cried.
“Ms. Canidom”
“Ms. Canidom”
“Yeah, Yeah I am present”
“So should we start”
“YEAH”, she wasn’t very confident while saying that. “Ok, so tell me something about yourself”.
“Uh-Uh-Uh”
“Impress me, NOW”
“Alright, Let’s do it. My name is Rue Canidom, I have so many hobbies (none, as I am high all the time), I am a very attentive person (This one time I was trying to find a ‘A’ on my keyboard, I was holding a book sideways), I have a leader personality (I am a virgin).”
“Ok, good. But you see, everyone that wants to join our company has to be DIFFERENT than everyone else. All of these qualities that you told us is awesome but every person that walks in that door says the same goddam thing about having a great personality even though they are a fucking virgin. Like this other day (he leans in towards her) a guy came telling me that he slept with 37 women but who is he trying to make a fool you know, I am an expert in this one and those numbers are fake. Like, I am a professional and I have dated more than a hundred women myself and he was lying. So, tell me something unique.”
“I am (team player, nah common shit. Winner, ME HA NICE! Something skull fucked) supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
“You start Monday.”
“Just like that”
“Trust me you’ll do a great job.”