Ever since reading about some mirror based demon on-line, your imagination formed what this poor man looked like. Sewn lips...cut cheek...a missing eye...it was gruesome, an image that haunts nightmares despite never seeing the demon. Who knew if he was even real, this...demonic genie.
But, gruesome curiosity made you continue. You had to know more...why was he like this? Why does he grant wishes? Who was he? What is his name?
Nothing seemed to have the answer, but you were determined. You needed to know this poor, tortured soul's name.
You looked at the story again. You could summon him. There were instructions, and a cheesy chant. Why do demons have cheesy chants? Its so...odd. You would think it'd be creepy.
Anyway, you did the set up perfectly. Everything was perfect.
And then you waited. And he appeared, in all the gorey glory that you expected, even worse with the dripping from the wounds permanently inflicted on his face. Before you could say a word, he spoke. How? His mouth was unusable!
"Jack."
And he was gone. Just the cold feeling of death, the feeling of being watched, and the stench of blood the only sign he was even there.
But you got an answer...
Jack. His name was Jack. But you wanted more.
Why did that happen to him? Who deserves such a thing to happen? It was all so haunting to think about, banging on the mirror to drag the demon back.
He did, looking rather angry about it as well. His arms crossed, his threads in his mouth seeming to...glow? Yes, glow- glow an angry red. Was he going to kill you? Who knows. He's unpredictable.
