The Demon's Lullaby
January 22nd 2009 17:28
As I stared blankly into the mirror, I felt, but did not see, an icy hand lay upon my shoulder. I turned to look, but as nothing was there, my attention was inexorably drawn back to the mirror. My reflection stared at me judgementally, his eyes locking with my own, and a nearly imperceivable smirking sneer crept upon his lips.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I shouted.
The reflection laughed at me. The light in the mirror-world room became dark, illuminating the figure that looked like me against its shady background. I heard a violin slowly whine into tune, and then began to play a gentle (yet somehow corrupt) melody. A host of demons, whispering at first, joined in on the song, and the words they sang so sweetly sounded like this:
Hush little monster, Don't be absurd,
The children cannot hurt you for they don't know The Word,
And if one child should know it well,
We'll scare the child to death with minions from hell.
And if those minions' power should lack,
We'll kill the kid's parents with a heart attack,
And if that child still holds its faith,
We'll summon up the spirit of the darkest wraith.
And if that black-souled wraith should fail,
A banshee will replace it with a crippling wail,
And if that banshee's wail can't win,
The legions of Beelzebub will try again.
So hush now,
Don't you cry.
Just listen to
This demon's lullaby.
Hush little monster just you wait,
Eternity of pain is your reward for hate,
All that you must do to receive it, my child,
Is be a little heathen, lusty and wild.
Do what you will, and ignore your God,
Come and join the family of the children of Nod,
Cain and Lillith will take your hand,
And walk with you, eternally through realms of the damned.
And if your sin doesn't hold a flame,
You will reincarnate to relive your shame,
And if through shame you don't change your ways,
Your fate lies in the lake where you'll eternally blaze.
So hush now,
Don't you cry.
Just listen to
This demon's lullaby.
I backed away from the mirror slowly, but my bathroom door had been closed by a hand not my own, and I bumped into it with a start.
"You will never escape," the mirror-me stated, "and your power will faulter. This world does not belong to you, for we are the children of the eldest worlds. We hold claim to this world and the next, and you will know that I speak the truth when the last of your sands fall, and you are left standing in the first of the next realms: The land of ash. Know this, and fear it, for I shall be your new god."
Of course I didn't believe him, but his words struck so deeply and coldly that I felt his icy grip wrap and scrape around my very bones, and squeezing my heart as though he could crush it like a grape-- but he didn't.
The wyrd within the mirror swirled and faded away, leaving me staring at my own reflection-- my true reflection. I tried to look myself in the eyes, but the pathetic state and shame of the man I saw would not allow me to meet his gaze. I slumped to the floor and began to sob. Is this what I have become?
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I shouted.
The reflection laughed at me. The light in the mirror-world room became dark, illuminating the figure that looked like me against its shady background. I heard a violin slowly whine into tune, and then began to play a gentle (yet somehow corrupt) melody. A host of demons, whispering at first, joined in on the song, and the words they sang so sweetly sounded like this:
Hush little monster, Don't be absurd,
The children cannot hurt you for they don't know The Word,
And if one child should know it well,
We'll scare the child to death with minions from hell.
And if those minions' power should lack,
We'll kill the kid's parents with a heart attack,
And if that child still holds its faith,
We'll summon up the spirit of the darkest wraith.
And if that black-souled wraith should fail,
A banshee will replace it with a crippling wail,
And if that banshee's wail can't win,
The legions of Beelzebub will try again.
So hush now,
Don't you cry.
Just listen to
This demon's lullaby.
Hush little monster just you wait,
Eternity of pain is your reward for hate,
All that you must do to receive it, my child,
Is be a little heathen, lusty and wild.
Do what you will, and ignore your God,
Come and join the family of the children of Nod,
Cain and Lillith will take your hand,
And walk with you, eternally through realms of the damned.
And if your sin doesn't hold a flame,
You will reincarnate to relive your shame,
And if through shame you don't change your ways,
Your fate lies in the lake where you'll eternally blaze.
So hush now,
Don't you cry.
Just listen to
This demon's lullaby.
I backed away from the mirror slowly, but my bathroom door had been closed by a hand not my own, and I bumped into it with a start.
"You will never escape," the mirror-me stated, "and your power will faulter. This world does not belong to you, for we are the children of the eldest worlds. We hold claim to this world and the next, and you will know that I speak the truth when the last of your sands fall, and you are left standing in the first of the next realms: The land of ash. Know this, and fear it, for I shall be your new god."
Of course I didn't believe him, but his words struck so deeply and coldly that I felt his icy grip wrap and scrape around my very bones, and squeezing my heart as though he could crush it like a grape-- but he didn't.
The wyrd within the mirror swirled and faded away, leaving me staring at my own reflection-- my true reflection. I tried to look myself in the eyes, but the pathetic state and shame of the man I saw would not allow me to meet his gaze. I slumped to the floor and began to sob. Is this what I have become?
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