Blurry aura

The Devil plays cello

My eyes fluttered open. 

Even before I noticed my surroundings, I knew I was in a dream. My body felt...distored from reality. It was a weird feeling, and I had to ancre myself in the red chair in which I was sitting so I wouldn't throw up. 

That obliged me to observe where I was. I wasn't sitting in the only red chair in the room ; in fact, it was filled with exact replicas of the one I was sitting on. I was in a closed concert room, which looked gorgeous, but a litle bit old. It reminded me of the Garnier Opera of Paris, of which I had seen photos in a book. 

I then paid attention to what was happening on the scene. 

A 15 year old-ish girl was playing the cello, accompanied by the sound of the piano that coudln't be seen. The song was slow, but she was playing it with passion, making her silky black hair move to the rythm of the movements of her head, provoking her round glasses to slide slightly down her nose. I was sitting in the second row of red chairs, and I was completely hypnotized by the whole image. The setting, the girl, the music... Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't move, nor talk, nor even pull my gaze away from the stage. 

The song ended, and the girl slowly put her bow, then her cello, down. She got up from her chair, streched, then smiled to me, absolutely not surprised to find me here. 

-My dear Edith, she smiled. What a pleasure to meet you, at last ! I've heard so much about you ! I must say, you're as beautiful as I was said you'd be...

-Who are you ? I finally asked, regaining my ability to formulate proper sentences at last. 

-Oh, honey, I'm sure you've figured it out already, she chuckled. You're a smart little girl. 

-You're the Devil, I whispered, the answer appearing in my head.

Even if I knew it was true, I didn't feel terrible, nor even in danger. 

-Exactly ! She exclaimed, clapping her hands together joyously. 

-But why do you look like a cello-prodigy teenager ? 

-There's sin everywhere, and in everyone, she answered, her physical traits slowly changing, making her look like an old man, her/his voice getting much deeper. Therefore, I am everywhere, and in everyone, Edith, she explained, shifting to a small boy. 

-And why are you talking to me through my dream ? I asked. Aren't you supposed to be chasing me to, you know, kill me ? Oh yeah, by the way, what's the whole deal with that ? 

The form of the Devil was now fixed on a girl with shoulder-length dark hair and glasses ; my best friend, on Earth, Héloïse. I flinched. This was getting highly disturbing. 

-You see, she sighed, the ressemblance with my friend's voice nearly knowking the air out of my lungs, I'm tired of being isolated in Hell. So yeah, I make one small mistake, and I get banished for eternity ? Ridiculous. I've done my sentence. I want to get back to Heaven now. That Miss of yours has way too much power. 

-And where do I intervene in this mediocre character exposition ? 

-Well, you see, around 21 years ago, a little girl was born, and because of the importance of her parents, was given Miss' own son to guard her. You know the story from here ; Gabriel's parents stepped in, Miss decided too teach them a lesson, yadi yadi yada. It got very political very quickly. Don't you think it was my chance ? All of Heaven and all of the Realms getting fussy around one little girl, who had suddenly became the symbole of glory ? I just had to take part in that whole fun ! So I waited for the right opportunity -which you kingly offered to me by jumping through that second door, thank you so much for that- and know, well, yes, I'm trying to kill you. I need to do so to warn everyone up here that something even bigger will happen soon. So if you could let yourself be captured by my forces, I'd be very thankful. Maybe I'll even make your death painless. Isn't that a good deal ? 

-I don't think so, I spat. Heaven, Hell and all your fucking Realms need to understand that I'm not a pawn in your three-dimensional game of chess. I have a brain, and as much as it might surprise you, I can decide what my actions will be by myself. What if I commited suicide ? Or simply returned to Earth, where you can't reach me ? How would that end up in your ridiculous plan, that you've been waiting 21 years to put into motion ? 

The Devil's smiled dropped. 

-You wouldn't, she growled. 

-Oh, I fucking could. You should consider yourself lucky that I decided to search for my parents. You know who you are ? You're a needy little child with a daddy complex. You're a fallen angel that turned bad, and now you don't know who are anymore. I don't know what you are, actually. A demon ? A...thing ? 

-Don't you go there, she hissed, turning red. You don't know anything about me and my story ! 

-Oh, I've read Paradise Lost, I mocked, not realising a single instant I was basically provoking the Devil him/herself, which is a very bad idea when said Devil really wants to kill you. I know about your story, at least as Milton told him. You were God's favorite lil' creation until Jesus arrived, and you got super jealous -again, daddy issues- and decided that if you couldn't be His favorite, you'd be His biggest problem. You went to war against him, you lost, you fell from Heaven...and from his grace. (C'EST UN ZEUGMA ET IL EST SUPER BEAU MOUAHAHAHAHA) (je suis morte à l'intérieure) And know you want revenge. So, so cliché. 

Again, looking back on these events, I must underline how stupid I was to say that. Really, Edith, sometimes, you should just hold your fucking tongue. 

-Yes, it is true that I went to war against my Father and that I lost, the Devil almost shouted, but I do not have daddy issues, and even more important, I am still an angel, and therefore I still have my position in Heaven ! 

-Oh, I don't think so, I laughed, getting drunk out of the feeling of mocking the Devil him/herself (stupid, stupid, stupid). I think you definitely stopped being an angel after your fall. You know what ? I even think your jealous of the others. You're just doing all of this to prove everyone you're still powerful and worthy enough for Heaven, aren't you ? 

-Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it !! I will hurt everyone you love ! She swore, her features changing more and more quickly. 

-Edith ! she screamed with Ara's feature and voice, the switching to a tear-soacked Zephyr, the switching to a dying Gabriel, covered in blood, the changing into a weakly smiling Samael, the life slowly living his body. The violence of the images was horrifying, but it was the promess that laid beneath them that made my blood freeze. 

-Don't forget all of this, Edith, the Devil whispered as Samael. You may be in a dream, but the threat will be very real when you'll wake up. Now go, go meet with your little friends, go prepare your defenses. I'm coming for all of you. 

I woke up with a scream of terror.