Thy Demon

As I stood there mindlessly staring.
The birds in-visioning my glaring .
The chill running endlessly down my spine.
I though it not possible but it became the first time.
The first time I felt fear.
The daunting sounds and screeches heard from the rear of the gate.
The image of that creature seeing into my soul with a passionate hate.
I stood there wondering. Pondering.
My decision was discredited and disapproved.
Everyone in the surrounding area had moved.
They knew the darkness that lived within.
I breathed heavily.....as I took my first step in.

The dust ridden chandelier hung from the ceiling like a rotting corpse.
The rust and cracks covering the forks.
Which laid there on the table never used before.
In such a house that was lived in no more.
A house of death and despair.
A house that stood the hair on the back of your neck.
A house that blew a breeze that remained unchecked. Unheard. But felt.
Felt as if there was another presence in the room.
Felt as though you were standing in a great sacred tomb.
Your steps echoing.
Your breath mellowing.
Your hands shaking.
Your stomach quaking.

And yet, a kind sense of home roamed the house like a kind animal.
Filling the room with mixed feelings never felt before.
Feelings which churned with every glimpse at the dust, crack ridden floor.
Which creaked and moved after every step and crawl.
Leading you to daunting, vicious images painted on the wall.

A sick, horrid face watched the room.
Painted with rage and anger which hit and beat your fear with an old broom.
The constant agony of putrid death lurking from within.
An agony which was buried in a pool of gin.
Which one man drank all day to hide his feelings of sorrow and remorse.
Sorrow of the horse.
Which pained and tore your sanity like paper picked off the floor.
Paper which never made it past the god-forsaken front door.
Which was abhorred by anything that drew glimpse at that fowl and putrid door.

The downstairs room was said to be the place.
The place where you would be confronted by Thy demon in your face.
The great legend that passed through the minds of thousands of untamed souls.
The great legend that hid beneath the ground like a mole.
And it's eyes said to posses the power of unobtainable wisdom and strength.
Eyes that could cause instant insanity for a sudden length.
Instantly that would grant said wisdom and eternal strength.
However not without sorrow or loss.
Because if one were to obtain such power and subordination.
They would be subjected to eternal suffering and domination.
As ones soul would become a part of thy demon.
And it would linger there for the rest of existence, denying the man his freedom.

I held the door handle and opened the door.
Momentarily glancing at the still dust ridden floor.
And my eyes tearing in fear and shivers that passed through me once more.
A sudden breeze made me flinch.
Every touch felt like a hard pinch.
As I took steps one by one down the dust ridden stairs.
My shoes cracking and scraping.
My legs mindlessly shaking.
As finally after all those steps I made it to the bottom floor.
And my lungs filled with unholy smells I had never smelled before.
The smells of rot and vermin plaguing the room.
A truly obnoxious and hellish tomb.
That I had feared would haunt me if I were to ever experience.

I moved my head from side to side scouting out the dark and dead room.
My eyes barely seeing anything in the dark, dusty room.
And my strength and will depleted as though my insides had turned to a gloom.
And out the corner of my dusty, ready, weary eye.
A right fright I received with such an explanation well interpreted even by I.

There he sat with pride.
Fear and terror showing in my eyes.
Thy demon there on a pile of gold.
Surrounded by moss and growing mould.
And with his demonic, filthy voice he let out an order.

"Hear me as I, Thy Demon, make you an offer. Purge your loyalty to the world and submit yourself to me. As he who follows I seeks the path of eternity."
He propositioned.
Revealing to me the reason this area of housing was decommissioned.

Overcoming my fear and hellish hate I finally spoke aloud.
And held back my true feelings back no longer as though I was haunted by a great hound.
"Bless it by thy demon to whom I which converse. You deserve no power from no one not even a weary nurse. I deny you my servitude without a hesitation. A true surge of power and prowess to the nation. Resisting your 'temptations' shows true honour and bravery. I will no subject myself to your eternal slavery. Leave me be on my own accords, or be purged upon by thousands of the townsfolk swords."
I ordered him.
Fear so strong it humoured him.
Standing up in seconds with his giant masculine body.
And walking up to me with intentions never beneficial to anybody.
And with his tense arms and sheer power he raised them in the air.
I felt more fear than the time I got chased by a bear.
Funny I know, but true as anything.
As I nearly threw up with the butterfly's in my stomach.

"Then take my life with all your living. I am no terror to force you upon my rule. I would rather die a fool."
He screamed.
A though as though I had started to dream.
Why would he let me kill him without a competition?
Why would he throw out everything and let me fulfil my mission?
He presented to me his blade.
I lifted it and was astonished by how much it weighed.
The lightest thing ever held.
Lighter than a feather.

Blind with content and superstition I struck down the beast.
The power in my strike could be heard from the east.
And my sense of accomplishment and fulfilment had been short lived.......

The sound of Thy Demon emerged from its corpse.
Like a group of soldiers appearing from a Trojan horse.
The red mist and small strikes of thunder surrounded the figure.
And there he appeared once more.
"Bless it be as I am Thy Demon. And my power shall not be abhorred. Now I shall take your body and leave you with nothing. Maybe that will mean something to you. As you spend eternity seeing through your own eyes as I kill and enslave anyone who crossed the line of the great front door. From which no one will pass anymore."
He stated.
And long I had waited.
The mist shot into my chest.
I did everything to try and take a breath.
Nothing.
And through my own eyes in my own voice unable to control it I screamed.
"Hear thou as I am Thy Demon. And I will be insulted never more. I will take the soul of anyone who passes the great front door. And shall make the people know who it is they abhor. And the dark path of eternity shall not be mistaken........anymore."