Post by austin on Aug 3, 2006 11:03:42 GMT -5
Daimon’s Disguise
Introduction
A happy, harmonious, morally perfect social order would exist if it were not for conflict between the opposing forces of good (Spenta Mainu) and evil (Angra Mainu).This ethical drama epoch begins in ancient times and today is something that is not just merely imagined. The distinction between the two forces, masked by deception, drives the mind to a state of haunting terror.
Daimon’s Disguise
By
Robert Austin Meacham
Born the only child, Raymond Scott entered the world three-months premature. Twenty-four hours a day for six months, his parents, David and Sarah nurtured him relentlessly until he escaped death’s grasp. The next few years Raymond’s health, impeded by dysfunctional hormones, lack of productive antibodies, and asthma, had him appearing sorrowfully feeble. Remarkably, beneath his gray ashen skin and sunken pale blue eyes, there rest able intellect. Raymond’s middle and high school years, filled with torment and ridicule because of his unspoken demeanor, and his unfortunate homeliness, drove him to maladaptive behavior. Over time, the barbaric treatment received from his peers worsened his personality disorder yet he still managed an accounting degree from the university.
Now, at age twenty-seven, the sum of sadness, hopelessness, and worthlessness, Raymond battled the conflicts in his mind. He secured a small, friendless workspace where he held an accountant position for a small manufacturing plant in Detroit. Raymond worked his forty hours a week then retreated in seclusion to his one bedroom apartment on the tenth floor of an old apartment building not far from the plant.
On one bleak cold midnight in December, Raymond was in the throes of a terrifying nightmare. Sudden intense terror rushed him out of his altered state of consciousness to see- perched upon his chest, eerily glowing eyes peering at him from the body of a mangy dog with wings. The creature’s body felt clammy and the stench from the drool that dripped on Raymond’s face gagged him.
A low rasping, guttural, menacing voice began to speak. “Raymond Scott, You are no longer life’s vulgar error. Fear nothing for your days of melancholia have expired. I am Angra Mainyu- the divine power and guiding spirit of all who breaths life and suffocates in death.”
Raymond lay paralyzed in fear- feeling nothing but his heart pounding against his chest and as he gasped for breath, he felt as if a cold steel dagger pierced and twisted inside his lungs.
A sudden high-pitched shriek filled the room and this spirit, this creature; this demon moved quickly to the graying west wall and took shape of faceless man dressed in a black suit.
Again, the demon spoke. “I will entrust to you a state of holy immortality and you will live for a thousand years then join me for your remuneration. During your stay on earth, you will spread your seed to thousands of women that will birth the likeness of you. Over time, this world will become protected from the evil that now exists and you will be king over all.”
Raymond listened intently and noticed his body responding to life. He sat up in the bed and his mind started to think.
Appearing on the faceless man, two red eyes shot blinding rays to Raymond’s face.
“Do not question me or think of things. I have all knowledge before you speak.” The demon indicated to the wall. “Look upon your pathetic life- a life that you will remember no more.”
Raymond sat in terror watching a flashback of his life displayed on the wall. The remarkable replay sent chills through his body.
The demon spoke in a softer voice.” Rejoice to know that these memories- soon removed- will no longer live. When the dawn breaks you will start the epoch.”
The visions vanished from the wall and Raymond, in mortal terror, fell back on the headboard of the bed.
The demon continued, “These are the things you will posses to fulfill a destiny; you will possess enormous strength , you will have the body of a gladiator- seducing all women, you have only to speak for worldly needs, and you will be able to move about quicker than light.”
The demon took the form of a beautiful woman, gladiator, and then back to a faceless man in black suit. “Hear me now,” the spirit warned, “You must beware of the Amesha Spentas attributes and the Mobeds with the holy water, for they give untruths and you will surely die. Remember, I am the omniscient and will find you if you stray and I will have you become a jackal that scavenges for food in the graveyards.” The demon paused then took the form of the creature that perched on Raymond’s chest and he shouted, “Your name now becomes Belial.”
At that moment, a shrieking high-pitched sound filled the room almost bursting Raymond’s eardrums. Grimacing with pain, he closed his eyes and covered both ears. Suddenly the room became quiet and Raymond slowly opened his eyes. The demon vanished and the fog lifted from Raymond’s mind and the clarity of his experience sent him into a raging anxiety. Hoping to end his life, he leaped out of bed, ran to the window crashing through, and fell ten stories to the cement grave embracing his swift descent.
Daybreak pushed its way through the dreary night, casting pale glimmering rays through iced tree branches in the courtyard. A mild wind blew the night’s litter as a neighborhood dog took chase for play. The remnants of doom and death vacated the cold slab beneath Raymond’s window and prepared for the awakening in his bed.
Belial rolled from his stomach to his back, stretched his arms, and then sat on the edge of the bed. The intrusion of the cold wind from the broken window did not bother him- even him being naked. He took a deep breath as he stood noticing his gladiator body reflecting from the long mirror across the room. With blazing red eyes and sardonic grin, Belial spoke the words that dressed him. He lowered his head and nodded approval for his attire. Again, he spoke the words to fill his pockets with cash and he was pleased. Thinking of his undertaking, he jerked his head towards the door and walked through it into the hallway. He imagined being on the busy corner where people gathered to walk downtown to their workplaces. In an instant, Belial stood among a group of people at the intersection.
Not one soul noticed his arrival except a small build man dressed in black with a white collar around his neck. Belial immediately noticed the man, blindly stared at him, and uttered “Mobed.”
The man’s eyes fixed in fear moved his shivering body away from Belial. He turned and walked briskly then with arms, flailing developed into a full run- all the while looking back at Belial. Watching the man vanish, Belial’s brows narrowed, descending down to his angry face- then he let out a faint evil chortle. Oblivious of what happened, the crowd moved across the street.
Determined and refocused, Belial began to stalk the city. With the speed of the blink of the eye, he appeared at locations where people gathered, particularly women. His eyesight, magnified in distance and precision, saw two women sitting near the front window at a small deli. He stood there watching them.
“Oh my god,” one of the women leaned to the other and pointed to Belial! “That guy is looking at us weird. Where the hell did he come from?”
“I don’t know but he is some gorgeous hunk,” the other woman replied.
Both women looked at each other nodding and smiling. When they glanced back to the window, Belial vanished.
Time approached mid morning as Belial walked the busy downtown streets. I shall visit the strip where the whores and drunkards waste their days, he was thinking. As he walked the section of the city where bars and strip clubs filled the entire block, he saw, in the shadows of a doorway across the street, a man dressed in black. His face, masked by the darkness of long brim hat, puffed fog from both nostrils, and he stood eerily still.
Belial disregarded the man and entered the building that advertised “Girls” on a pale red neon sign. He walked in the dimly lit smoke filled room and took seat in front of the stage where a young woman danced around a pole. She danced topless and wore a thin strap that covered her derriere. Belial’s seductive eyes drew her attention and immediately she touched her breasts and waist- dancing slowly as she approached him.
She then crouched in front of him, smiling broadly. “Do you like what you see?”
Quickly responding in a low whisper, “I want to see all of you.”
Chills rushed through her entire body and small swellings appeared on her arms and breasts. “Well you can, if you pay for a private room.”
Belial reached from his pocket and handed the young woman a stack of one hundred dollar bills. Her eyes widened, startled at the offer, but accepted the money without hesitation. She indicated to a man behind the bar and he walked down a long hallway to unlock a room. Belial followed the young woman into the room closing the door behind them.
Bending down, with her back to Belial, she removed her strap, and then turned to see Belial completely naked. His strong muscled bronze body excited her to move into his embrace. Passionately kissing, Belial placed her on the bed and penetrated her gently. She leaned her head back and her arms lay outstretched above her head surrendering to his rhythmic body. She crested once then ten times more, and then lay limp giving a deep sigh. Belial pressed inside her one last time, giving her his seed and then removed himself from her body.
“Oh my ...”
Belial interrupted her, “I shall need more. Send them in one at a time.” Once again, he reached from his pocket, offering a larger stack of money.
The young woman looking bewildered quickly took the money. “There are about ten others on duty mister.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Ok stud monster. I will send them in one at a time. You certainly paid for it.” Shaking her head, she left the room.
Belial’s divination had begun. These few women were just the beginning of his undertaking. After the last woman left the room, Belial took to the streets once again. He crossed over and continued walking up the street that met with an alley.
Before crossing, a soft murmuring voice spoke his name. “Belial. Come to me.”
Belial looked to his left down the alley and saw a man dressed in black suit leaning up against the wall of the building. The alley, knee high in the winter fog, smelled of days old garbage that spilled over the containers, and the buildings on either side of the alley blocked out any hope of sunlight. Belial, intrigued that the man called his name, started to approach him. The man stood motionless with head lowered until Belial stood directly in front of him.
Suddenly, white collar exposed and nostrils flared, the Mobed cried out. “Be gone Belial, evil spirit in the name of the Holy Spirit.” At the same moment, he tossed a flask containing holy water in Belial’s face. His powerful grip on the flask caused it to shatter in his hands, cutting the skin and blood poured to the ground. Immediately, Belial’s face exploded in flames and he shrieked such a high pitch, it broke out the front windows of the two buildings. He then stumbled out of site down the alley, crashing into garbage containers until the echoing screams of death silenced.
The Mobed stood in the center of the alley, terror in his eyes, blindly stared in the direction of the vanishing creature. A sudden roaring frigid wind raced from the end of the alley, almost knocking him to his knees. He leaned forward to keep balance, eyes watering, and clothes thrashing against his body, he held his breath to keep his lungs from freezing. Then, the wind stopped. In that moment, the Mobed stood upright gasping for air, and then suddenly a deafening screech pounded his head. He covered his ears and through blurred vision saw a creature near his face. He felt the hot breath and smelled a stench coming from salivate the dog like creature with wings spewed on him. The creature, floating in air, peered into the Mobed’s eyes, and then vanished at the speed of light.
Trembling, the Mobed summoned his senses for composure, let out a pinned up sigh, and reached in his coat for a handkerchief to wrap his bleeding hand. As he started to walk away, he heard sounds of empty cans rolling on the pavement and the rustling of paper coming from down the alley. He turned, squinted to see through the thick fog, and saw the skin and bone body of a wild starved dog scavenging for food. He thought nothing of it, turned and walked away.
Author's notes- I plan on adding a back story to explain to the reader these terminologies: Mobed, Belial, evil and good spirits, alond with the religious history behind this story.
Introduction
A happy, harmonious, morally perfect social order would exist if it were not for conflict between the opposing forces of good (Spenta Mainu) and evil (Angra Mainu).This ethical drama epoch begins in ancient times and today is something that is not just merely imagined. The distinction between the two forces, masked by deception, drives the mind to a state of haunting terror.
Daimon’s Disguise
By
Robert Austin Meacham
Born the only child, Raymond Scott entered the world three-months premature. Twenty-four hours a day for six months, his parents, David and Sarah nurtured him relentlessly until he escaped death’s grasp. The next few years Raymond’s health, impeded by dysfunctional hormones, lack of productive antibodies, and asthma, had him appearing sorrowfully feeble. Remarkably, beneath his gray ashen skin and sunken pale blue eyes, there rest able intellect. Raymond’s middle and high school years, filled with torment and ridicule because of his unspoken demeanor, and his unfortunate homeliness, drove him to maladaptive behavior. Over time, the barbaric treatment received from his peers worsened his personality disorder yet he still managed an accounting degree from the university.
Now, at age twenty-seven, the sum of sadness, hopelessness, and worthlessness, Raymond battled the conflicts in his mind. He secured a small, friendless workspace where he held an accountant position for a small manufacturing plant in Detroit. Raymond worked his forty hours a week then retreated in seclusion to his one bedroom apartment on the tenth floor of an old apartment building not far from the plant.
On one bleak cold midnight in December, Raymond was in the throes of a terrifying nightmare. Sudden intense terror rushed him out of his altered state of consciousness to see- perched upon his chest, eerily glowing eyes peering at him from the body of a mangy dog with wings. The creature’s body felt clammy and the stench from the drool that dripped on Raymond’s face gagged him.
A low rasping, guttural, menacing voice began to speak. “Raymond Scott, You are no longer life’s vulgar error. Fear nothing for your days of melancholia have expired. I am Angra Mainyu- the divine power and guiding spirit of all who breaths life and suffocates in death.”
Raymond lay paralyzed in fear- feeling nothing but his heart pounding against his chest and as he gasped for breath, he felt as if a cold steel dagger pierced and twisted inside his lungs.
A sudden high-pitched shriek filled the room and this spirit, this creature; this demon moved quickly to the graying west wall and took shape of faceless man dressed in a black suit.
Again, the demon spoke. “I will entrust to you a state of holy immortality and you will live for a thousand years then join me for your remuneration. During your stay on earth, you will spread your seed to thousands of women that will birth the likeness of you. Over time, this world will become protected from the evil that now exists and you will be king over all.”
Raymond listened intently and noticed his body responding to life. He sat up in the bed and his mind started to think.
Appearing on the faceless man, two red eyes shot blinding rays to Raymond’s face.
“Do not question me or think of things. I have all knowledge before you speak.” The demon indicated to the wall. “Look upon your pathetic life- a life that you will remember no more.”
Raymond sat in terror watching a flashback of his life displayed on the wall. The remarkable replay sent chills through his body.
The demon spoke in a softer voice.” Rejoice to know that these memories- soon removed- will no longer live. When the dawn breaks you will start the epoch.”
The visions vanished from the wall and Raymond, in mortal terror, fell back on the headboard of the bed.
The demon continued, “These are the things you will posses to fulfill a destiny; you will possess enormous strength , you will have the body of a gladiator- seducing all women, you have only to speak for worldly needs, and you will be able to move about quicker than light.”
The demon took the form of a beautiful woman, gladiator, and then back to a faceless man in black suit. “Hear me now,” the spirit warned, “You must beware of the Amesha Spentas attributes and the Mobeds with the holy water, for they give untruths and you will surely die. Remember, I am the omniscient and will find you if you stray and I will have you become a jackal that scavenges for food in the graveyards.” The demon paused then took the form of the creature that perched on Raymond’s chest and he shouted, “Your name now becomes Belial.”
At that moment, a shrieking high-pitched sound filled the room almost bursting Raymond’s eardrums. Grimacing with pain, he closed his eyes and covered both ears. Suddenly the room became quiet and Raymond slowly opened his eyes. The demon vanished and the fog lifted from Raymond’s mind and the clarity of his experience sent him into a raging anxiety. Hoping to end his life, he leaped out of bed, ran to the window crashing through, and fell ten stories to the cement grave embracing his swift descent.
Daybreak pushed its way through the dreary night, casting pale glimmering rays through iced tree branches in the courtyard. A mild wind blew the night’s litter as a neighborhood dog took chase for play. The remnants of doom and death vacated the cold slab beneath Raymond’s window and prepared for the awakening in his bed.
Belial rolled from his stomach to his back, stretched his arms, and then sat on the edge of the bed. The intrusion of the cold wind from the broken window did not bother him- even him being naked. He took a deep breath as he stood noticing his gladiator body reflecting from the long mirror across the room. With blazing red eyes and sardonic grin, Belial spoke the words that dressed him. He lowered his head and nodded approval for his attire. Again, he spoke the words to fill his pockets with cash and he was pleased. Thinking of his undertaking, he jerked his head towards the door and walked through it into the hallway. He imagined being on the busy corner where people gathered to walk downtown to their workplaces. In an instant, Belial stood among a group of people at the intersection.
Not one soul noticed his arrival except a small build man dressed in black with a white collar around his neck. Belial immediately noticed the man, blindly stared at him, and uttered “Mobed.”
The man’s eyes fixed in fear moved his shivering body away from Belial. He turned and walked briskly then with arms, flailing developed into a full run- all the while looking back at Belial. Watching the man vanish, Belial’s brows narrowed, descending down to his angry face- then he let out a faint evil chortle. Oblivious of what happened, the crowd moved across the street.
Determined and refocused, Belial began to stalk the city. With the speed of the blink of the eye, he appeared at locations where people gathered, particularly women. His eyesight, magnified in distance and precision, saw two women sitting near the front window at a small deli. He stood there watching them.
“Oh my god,” one of the women leaned to the other and pointed to Belial! “That guy is looking at us weird. Where the hell did he come from?”
“I don’t know but he is some gorgeous hunk,” the other woman replied.
Both women looked at each other nodding and smiling. When they glanced back to the window, Belial vanished.
Time approached mid morning as Belial walked the busy downtown streets. I shall visit the strip where the whores and drunkards waste their days, he was thinking. As he walked the section of the city where bars and strip clubs filled the entire block, he saw, in the shadows of a doorway across the street, a man dressed in black. His face, masked by the darkness of long brim hat, puffed fog from both nostrils, and he stood eerily still.
Belial disregarded the man and entered the building that advertised “Girls” on a pale red neon sign. He walked in the dimly lit smoke filled room and took seat in front of the stage where a young woman danced around a pole. She danced topless and wore a thin strap that covered her derriere. Belial’s seductive eyes drew her attention and immediately she touched her breasts and waist- dancing slowly as she approached him.
She then crouched in front of him, smiling broadly. “Do you like what you see?”
Quickly responding in a low whisper, “I want to see all of you.”
Chills rushed through her entire body and small swellings appeared on her arms and breasts. “Well you can, if you pay for a private room.”
Belial reached from his pocket and handed the young woman a stack of one hundred dollar bills. Her eyes widened, startled at the offer, but accepted the money without hesitation. She indicated to a man behind the bar and he walked down a long hallway to unlock a room. Belial followed the young woman into the room closing the door behind them.
Bending down, with her back to Belial, she removed her strap, and then turned to see Belial completely naked. His strong muscled bronze body excited her to move into his embrace. Passionately kissing, Belial placed her on the bed and penetrated her gently. She leaned her head back and her arms lay outstretched above her head surrendering to his rhythmic body. She crested once then ten times more, and then lay limp giving a deep sigh. Belial pressed inside her one last time, giving her his seed and then removed himself from her body.
“Oh my ...”
Belial interrupted her, “I shall need more. Send them in one at a time.” Once again, he reached from his pocket, offering a larger stack of money.
The young woman looking bewildered quickly took the money. “There are about ten others on duty mister.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Ok stud monster. I will send them in one at a time. You certainly paid for it.” Shaking her head, she left the room.
Belial’s divination had begun. These few women were just the beginning of his undertaking. After the last woman left the room, Belial took to the streets once again. He crossed over and continued walking up the street that met with an alley.
Before crossing, a soft murmuring voice spoke his name. “Belial. Come to me.”
Belial looked to his left down the alley and saw a man dressed in black suit leaning up against the wall of the building. The alley, knee high in the winter fog, smelled of days old garbage that spilled over the containers, and the buildings on either side of the alley blocked out any hope of sunlight. Belial, intrigued that the man called his name, started to approach him. The man stood motionless with head lowered until Belial stood directly in front of him.
Suddenly, white collar exposed and nostrils flared, the Mobed cried out. “Be gone Belial, evil spirit in the name of the Holy Spirit.” At the same moment, he tossed a flask containing holy water in Belial’s face. His powerful grip on the flask caused it to shatter in his hands, cutting the skin and blood poured to the ground. Immediately, Belial’s face exploded in flames and he shrieked such a high pitch, it broke out the front windows of the two buildings. He then stumbled out of site down the alley, crashing into garbage containers until the echoing screams of death silenced.
The Mobed stood in the center of the alley, terror in his eyes, blindly stared in the direction of the vanishing creature. A sudden roaring frigid wind raced from the end of the alley, almost knocking him to his knees. He leaned forward to keep balance, eyes watering, and clothes thrashing against his body, he held his breath to keep his lungs from freezing. Then, the wind stopped. In that moment, the Mobed stood upright gasping for air, and then suddenly a deafening screech pounded his head. He covered his ears and through blurred vision saw a creature near his face. He felt the hot breath and smelled a stench coming from salivate the dog like creature with wings spewed on him. The creature, floating in air, peered into the Mobed’s eyes, and then vanished at the speed of light.
Trembling, the Mobed summoned his senses for composure, let out a pinned up sigh, and reached in his coat for a handkerchief to wrap his bleeding hand. As he started to walk away, he heard sounds of empty cans rolling on the pavement and the rustling of paper coming from down the alley. He turned, squinted to see through the thick fog, and saw the skin and bone body of a wild starved dog scavenging for food. He thought nothing of it, turned and walked away.
Author's notes- I plan on adding a back story to explain to the reader these terminologies: Mobed, Belial, evil and good spirits, alond with the religious history behind this story.
