- Demons -

“If you kill yourself. I will do everything to bring you back, and kill you myself.” Those were the last words I heard Mat say to me.

I walked out of coffee shop and back to my apartment. What was meant to be, was not meant for me. The clouds looked normal, the sun was nice on the skin and cool breeze swept across my cheeks. Today was a good day to die. The last thing I remember is looking down at the street and timing my jump. This was my journey, no one else’s. If I hit someone on my way down, well let’s just say I wouldn’t be able to forgive my self. I heard that many people regret it after they jump. For me, it was just pure terror mixed with excitement. What comes next? Will this actually hurt? Hopefully it’s quick. And it was over. Nothing. No transition, no evolution, just emptiness. That was until my eyes shot open.

Everything hurt, the world was so blurry, but I could move somehow. Had I made it somewhere, reborn? Someone was speaking to me, their voice muffled at first then……fuck. How in gods name?

“You stupid son of a bitch, do you think I wouldn’t. Spiritual pact. Remember that. We die together. On fucking Venus.”

I rolled over and dead weight carried me off on onto the floor. I tried to speak, but it felt like blood was still trying to get to the outer parts of my body.

“How” I croaked worming my way across the floor.

Mat took his foot and rolled me over on my back. He shoved a book in front of my face. The same one that said to be taking me to another plane of existence. It didn’t work on me though.

“Killing your self doesn’t get you to the other side man, I tried telling you that. It’s a ploy to weed out people, it’s a trick. You fell for it. I know it’s been hard, we have been on this for at least ten years, but you know, you have to sort it out, and take it slow. I almost didn’t think I could get you back. I mean fuck, your body was all over the place, it was like a bag of soup when I dragged you here. Almost ruined my car with all your blood and whatever.”

I sat up against the counter. My vision sharpened and I could feel everything coming back to normal. Good as new?

“You brought me back with a spell or something? Which one?”

Mat flipped to a page and scratch his forehead “Look, you left me no choice. Just, you know, play it cool”

I looked at him in confusion “What are you talking about?”

A pool of darkness spread from where my body was. Like a living shadow it swirled around extending further until it filled most of the apartment. Everything seemed to dim then a flame extended from the middle blinding me and making my ears ring. It went out as soon as it appeared and the light regained its muster.

A being stood where the flame was, it’s figure slouched against the ceiling as it was to tall to fully stand. It wore old Victorian clothes that twirled in golds, blues and a shimmering silver. Puffy sleeves and pants. It’s feet were long and curled at the end. Arms gloved in shadow like nit gloves that hung from it’s sides.

“What the fuck is that?” I said. My mouth hanging open from shock.

“Gentlemen” The thing swung itself around. Two large black beedy eyes bulged out of it’s dark furry face. Sharp overgrown teeth smiled at us both. A bowlers hat rested on it’s head, which was still sideways from being slouched. “It’s looks I have a new partner, you”

“Me?” I stammered

“Yes, you, name and occupation please” The thing melted down into a crouch and moved it’s way towards me. It’s arms and legs moving in liquid smooth motion.

“Tyler…Tyler Smitten, I am a tailor.”

It stuck out it’s long gloved hand. I shook it reluctantly.

“Smitten? haha not for you, but you will do I guess. You ever kill anyone before?” It smiled sweetly at me.

“No”

“You will learn”

I could see Mat starting to back away.

“Summoner, you are in this too”

“Come one man, I just needed to bring him back” Mat whined.

“You two, wizards? Not much, but there are others like you. Abusing the powers of the othersides, messing around us demons. Disturbing our black jack games, slots, and fancy times with those sweet sweet tender things”

“Bro..come on”

“yeah we don’t need to -“

“regardless you humans are fucking things up and not all of them are unknowingly as you to are. Our job, hunt these abusers of our magic and wasters of our time, and slay them. Then return to the world of endless indulgence, to reep the benefit of everything pleasurable. You accept?”

I looked at a Mat. He had that dull stupid look on his face when he had no choice. I looked at this thing that had come back with me.

“Is there a choice?”

“No” It responded quickly “Honestly, I don’t want to do this either. You pulled me from a blackjack game where I held blackjack. Let’s get this over, maybe I can get back before the game ends”

The thing proceeded towards the door and went right through it.

“Was this worth it?” I shook my head at Mat.

“Bro, Venus, totally worth it” He smiled and ran after it.

I really didn’t know what to think, but I was alive and now in league with a demon. What else could happen?

Inspired by the first line. I think of this sometimes in a dark comical sense. Like it’s a threat that seems so absurd. If someone is going to kill themselves, or going on a suicide mission where they won’t return. It is a line that seems so absurd if said, but even more absurd if carried through with. Something that one might brush off, but what if the person saying it, is completely serious. Even if Mat doesn’t kill Tyler, the line still holds some meaning. Stay away from magical books that promise something after death.

There is nothing good about suicide and if you are thinking of it, please talk to someone.

The sun was high in the sky surrounded by large clouds that sailed across like battleships. The cicadas drowned out the sound of the saw against the wood. Tools, lumber and furniture lay all over the yard. Shoji, wooden panels with milky white translucent paper screens, lay stacked against the large wooden house. Sett had bought the place on a whim. Trying a change of pace, he had heard of cheap houses strewn around in the country side of Japan. He knew the language from his studies of Japanese business and History, two subjects he was deeply interested in. One day bored again of his life back in the states he saw the opportunity. He didn’t have to much money, which is why the deal looked good to him. He could fix it up, and live cheaply, commuting to the city for his new found translation job.

The house was large. Two stories, traditional Japanese style and a hefty plot of land to go with it which was surrounded by a dense forest. Partially covered in trees and rocks and the other with bamboo sprouting up. He had over estimated the work, but he had time. The tatami floors needed to be replaced, along with the wooden support around the kitchen. Much of the wood needed to be sanded and stained. Heat and air conditioning needed replacing and basically anything that he could see, had an issue. But it was his and he was going to make it the best he could. Sett reached for his wooden hammer to knock together some of the support beams, but it was absent from where he placed it. He stood up and walked around peering under all the internals of the house he was working on. Nothing. He scratched his head and looked around for anyone. Then he saw it. Propped up against a tree near the edge of his yard. He strolled over to it.

“How did you get over here” Sett said picking it up. Wind blew through the forest and clouds covered the sun. It suddenly felt very cold and dark. He glanced into the woods. It’s branches and leaves waved back at him in an eerie fashion. Beckoning him in a way.

“Come on in” it whistled at him. “Return to nature”

Sett backed away. The sun returned and wind died down. This wasn’t the first time his tools had gone missing. Through out the day, things of his would be there one second and gone the next. Each one ending closer and closer to the forest. His hammer now being the closest. It hadn’t bothered him till now. He just thought he kept misplacing, but now a feeling crept up on him. He looked back all the work he needed to finish. It was never ending. This house was calling on him to finish it, restore it, and live in it. There had to be an explanation. Once he got further along with the house he would take a serious look. He returned back to the wood and hammered away.

Lanterns hung from the beams on the outside of the house and blazed with fire which he lit every night. Another fire, an Irori, blazed inside the house warming a pot of soup hanging above it. The night air was hot and sticky. Sounds of animals and bugs swirled around to make a symphony of nature. Sett sat on the edge of his deck by one of the wooden columns. The deck wrapped around half the house and Shoji panels could be slid open to expose the house to the outside. He took a sip of tea and peered into the sky. It was cloud covered and black as ever. The wind started to pick up again. The forest waved back and forth at him. He then noticed the lantern furthest away form him growing dimmer and finally going out. He stood up to relight it, but noticed that the next lantern was doing the same. It’s flame slowly receded and blew away into smoke. The symphony had stopped too. He turned to take shelter by the irori, it’s flames raging now reducing to embers which glowed brightly then were reduced to a smokey haze that drifted towards him. There were four more lanterns to him, he looked out, but it was all darkness. Then a thump. His head snapped towards the fourth lantern which was now dimming. As it went out another loud thump came towards him. Something large. Each movement hitting the wooden floor, just beyond his vision, just beyond the lanterns light. The third lantern dimmed and died. Thump.

“This has to be a joke, right” Sett stammered “Who are you?”

The lantern in front of him flickered in a response then immediately went out. The thump was so loud and he could feel it so close to him he jumped back under the last lantern next to the wooden column.

“What the fuck do you want” he screamed, wide eyed, searching, straining to see anything in the pure darkness. Now even the wind stopped. The forest sat still. No longer waving hello to him, or was it waving goodbye? He wanted to bolt, but fear weighted him down and crushed him under the light. He put out his arm and reach a bit into the darkness. Nothing. He pulled back and as his arm reached the edge of darkness a hand grasped his wrist with incredibly strength. It was pure black, intensely cold and caused fear to course through every fiber of him.

The last lantern ceased to shield him, and he screamed.

Inspired by all those cheap houses in Japan in the country side. I often think of doing the same as Sett. Buying one and fixing it up. Japan has a ton of demons, ghosts and mythical stories. I will say that most ghosts stories in Japan are pretty scary. Their voilence is baseless, unrelenting, and emotionless. If you cross one, it’s already to late. Stay safe out their among the light. A if the forest beckons, you might want to run.