The Devil and I.

The Man.

With Morgan gone I decided to do some online digging trying to find out what I could. Killers had said the devil made them do it multiple times.
H.H Holmes - He had built a murder castle and had said "I was born with the Devil in me".
         Richard Ramirez - Known as The Night Stalker said "Lucifer dwells within us all".
         Dennis Rader - Known as BTK ( Bind, Torture, Kill) said "I actually think I may be possessed with demons".
         David Berkowitz - Known as "Son of Sam" or the ".44 Caliber Killer". He killed 13 people in New York City during 1976 and 1977. He believed a Labrador was a Demon sending him murderous messages by incessant nocturnal barking.
I leaned back in my chair and suddenly Morgan's head popped over my shoulder, "I didn't you know. But it helps with pleading insanity." I jumped and put my hand to my chest. "Don't do that!" I turned to face him, "how did you get in?" He came and kneeled beside me, "I never left Emily."
He went to the kitchen and I heard the tap running, he came back with a glass of water. He handed me the glass and took my laptop off me, "if you want to know anything just ask me." I scoffed. "As if you'd give me a real answer anyway and besides you said my questions were stupid."
"Yeah but if you don't ask the questions I can't evaluate if they're stupid or not."
"You always know what to say don't you." Before he could answer my post arrived. Flicking through the letters I found one from the hospital, I opened that one first, I had a scan date. The letter said so they can pin point the date I drop. Not in those exact words but that's still a point. "Okay Morgan," I stopped looking at the letter and looked directly into his eyes, " when I told Newt and Dolly about the pregnancy they claimed not to know you."
"Yes?"
"Well what I was wondering is why that was?"
"Okay. So I removed myself from their memories."
"Why would you do that?"
"I did it because I couldn't wipe myself from yours. I don't know why I just couldn't. So I thought if they forgot you might believe you dreamt me up."
"Moving on, do you always look like that?"
"Why what were you expecting cloven hooves, a pointy tail, and horns? I'm a fallen angel don't forget we look human that's why many of the fallen moved on." That took a huge weight off my mind I'd hate to turn up for the scan and have a baby with extra bits, it might be hard to explain to the midwife that it's fine the kid's dad is the Devil. On the whole I think I took this Morgan is the Devil thing a bit lightly but I'm slightly past caring. I just stood there staring at him, waiting, he asked me if I was okay. He played with bits of my hair as he hugged me. "Emily what are you doing?" He asked as I pulled away. I walked into the kitchen, put the letters on the table and picked up a knife. It was a big knife with a sharp point, I balanced it on my hand and as Morgan walked over to me I stuck it into his stomach and whispered in his ear as he doubled over," the Devil made me do it." He pulled the knife out, it had gone surprisingly deep into him put the liquid on the knife looked more like tar than blood. He put the knife back on the counter and we both started laughing as if I had told a joke rather than have stabbed in. "Oh Emily you never fail to surprise me." He lifted his shirt up and there was no knife wound in sight just a small rip in his shirt. "Did you really have to fuck up my shirt though?" We started laughing again. "Feel better?"
"Actually Morgan I do."
"Good. By the way, it didn't hurt."
"I don't care if it did." I smiled at him and walked back to the living room, he stayed in the kitchen, "I knew there was something about you!"
I sat on the sofa watching the door until he came back into the room. With Morgan he demanded both attention and to go unseen, he wanted people to notice but not to care. But I did care. I did notice him. He looked out the window, "the rain seems to have stopped Emily and the thunder. Isn't that something."
"Oh good at least you won't get wet when the mob hangs you from a very sinister looking tree possibly on a hill."  He rolled his eyes at me.
Sometimes we were like a normal couple, we would eat tea and watch TV together. Other times he would leave without warning and then randomly reappear a few hours later. I never asked where he went, I didn't want to know and he was very careful not to touch my hands so he didn't want me to know either. "You going to come with me to the scan?" I asked 3 days before the actual scan, "do you want me to?"
"You are the dad even if you're not from around these parts."
The scan was a weird experience I have never had to have a scan apart from the bus crash which they scanned my lungs and back to see if firstly where the metal is and secondly if they forgot any pieces of metal. The jelly was cold and the bed was uncomfortable. But I saw it. I saw my baby and it looked completely normal for the stage it was in. After I felt so much better about having the baby even if the dad was a millions year old fallen angel assigned to Hell. On the ride back home I put my hand on the window of his passenger side and I saw everyone who had sat here which turns out to have only been two people myself and a man with longish black hair, like my own, he had been shouting but Morgan calmed him down reminding him of who Morgan was and how he treated people who crossed him. Morgan grabbed me by the wrist and took my hand off the glass. I had learned one thing I didn't need to touch people in order to see the past, I could see it from objects I wanted to see the past of. Maybe this whole thing can be switched on and off at will. I'm guessing it would require practice. I could try and hold Morgan's hand and not wish to see his past but if I was wrong I wouldn't want to see what he had done. "I have a theory as to why I only see the past when I touch things."
"Oh yeah?"
"Well, you think it was given to me by God right."
"Yes, can we just please lay of the G word I think you've angered him enough."
"Well hands are the only thing that really connect. They are the only thing apart from our face that we leave naked. And there are two of them like there are two sides to everything."
"Like?"
"Good and bad, light and dark, life and death. It shows balance between everything."
Morgan started laughing, "hey it's better than anything you've suggested!"
"I'm not laughing at that, it's a good theory. I'm laughing because only you could have thought of it."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean Emily is you are having a relationship with the Devil and by saying He gave you this to show balance its like he is muscling into the relationship. Me and you were are balanced like ying and yan I am dark with just a bit of light, which is you, and you're light with a little bit of dark, which is me." I laughed at him.
"I'm your bit of light? Well my friend you are screwed. Literally and metaphorically."
"Hey remember who you're talking to I can have that arranged within seconds. Well the literally part, I might struggle on the metaphorical side."
When we got home I started cooking a light lunch of spaghetti, which Morgan really enjoyed, he told me recently he got a deep love for pasta based foods.  He had practically moved in, we had purchased a new bed which went in my room. I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking it too, we wouldn't have to empty mum's room to make in into a nursery of some sort. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought I would be picking baby cots out with the Devil himself. I would have seen myself in a convent first, and that was highly unlikely to happen either.