The Legends We Create

Prologue: The Legend Of My Mother And Father

As all stories of my town begin, Once upon a time, there was… well me.

I’m Josephine, no last name, we don’t carry them unless we are a character from a fairy tale or legend, and since I’m the only on without an own story I’m the only one without a name.

But to be able to understand me, you have to hear the story of my parents, they were a part of an unknown legend that changed a lot in the world, strangely enough, no one ever recorded it, no one ever wrote it down so now I’m doing it for them, to let their story be heard before my own.

The legend of the devil that fell in love with an angel

Once upon a time, in a far away land there lived a devil, a creature of the underworld, black as night, evil as the place he lived in, hell. This particular devil was named “Coperus” he was a low in rank devil with no power whatsoever. In his mind thoughts of murder and torture roamed as others would think about what to have for supper, but not Coperus. He only thought about 3 things, Pain – preferably when inflicted to others-, murder –same as the previous- and surprisingly enough a third of his thoughts was occupied by jewelry, or anything shiny as jewelry. These thoughts were unspoken, they would not be accepted. He would be killed if other devils found out about his strange interest. Coperus also had a special yearning no other devil had. He yearned for the human world, a world filled with light, produced by a sparkly, shiny hot sun.

And so it was that Coperus, dressed in a long black cloak, with the hood far over his eyes came out of the underworld and into our own, dressed as death.

He walked into a city during the middle ages, the men at the town gates dared not stop him, for who wanted to anger death himself?

The guardsman watched him walk, but soon lost sight of him in the crowds.

When you looked at him directly, he would scare you to death, when you didn’t you probably wouldn’t even notice him as he crept through the dark shadows in the small alleyways of the old town.

As he walked, he felt incredibly excited, he had only been here for ten minutes and he had already witnessed a murder and a rape. His mood lightened even more when he heard the woman scream for help. He enjoyed the sound of a woman’s screams more than anything. He walked towards the centre of town, where practically every alleyway and normal road led to.

He walked through the alleyways following the sound of a huge crowd, probably centered on the towns square, the sound suddenly became louder so he stepped out of the dark and into the light, for a moment he stood there, mesmerized by the huge shiny globe in the sky, but it started burning his black eyes and white skin so he had to look away. Then he noticed why the sounds were so absent and the crowd so big, there was a traveling fair in town. Coperus felt lucky, he had chosen the perfect day to go up.

He wandered around the small stalls and carts that displayed goods, he stared at the jewels, fake and genuine, they were all beautiful to him. he also looked at the chaos around him, a horse on the run, a cart rolling freely down the street hitting a few people on his way – of course all of there events were… helped a bit by a certain devil who stabbed an earring in the horse’s back making it kick the cart- . he hadn’t had that much fun in a long time, in the underworld he could of course enjoy the screams and joy of torture all day long, but there was something about doing it this subtle that attracted him greatly.

The sudden sharp sound of a silver trumpet erupted in the streets, a beautiful shiny trumpet. Yet Coperus was more interested in what the man would say, clearly signaling the fact that he had a message.