The Two O'clock At Half Past
The one hundred years of the life of Greenwich Village wasn't long in the life of the earth, but for a nation not yet three centuries old, such a legacy was significant. While it had been years since any starving artist could afford to live in the trendy district, the rebellious bohemian spirit, buoyed along by the aura of the university, had lived
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"How," she shook her head turning her to gaze disbelievngly into another mirror, the marks were still there although she noticed they had very slightly begun to fade.
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She took another sip of the juice as the burning sensation faded away. Relaxing in the chair she marvelled at the tiny prisms of light forming spotlights of warm over her body which was cooled periodically by a slight breeze flowing from the open window.
“I am scared of what I am becoming. The things I will do to promote myself, to earn my living. “ She paused looking enquiringly at Kilraven. “But you have still not explained why you would take the time to listen or who you really are.”
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Kilraven leaned back in his chair again, the changing light now striking his right side. Without preamble, he launched upon a strange story.
"I was made upon the fifth day, along with the creatures of the sea and air. Like all of my kind and as your kind would later have, I was given free will and thus the first choice before me was remaining in the demiurge's fold, or departing to walk the new world being crafted. Those who chose to remain, became the celestial host. Those, like myself, who chose to turn away and be a part of this world, became something else.
"I use the named cthonian. You would better know us as demons.
"Though I am her elder, Lilith, mother of the lilu, is of my brethren.
"So, perhaps you see now that I use the term lilu, not in judgment, but because it is among the oldest names for Lilith's children that is still remembered in your tongues, dating back to the time of Babylon. I do not judge her progeny. They are, what they are, just as you, daughter of Eve, are what you are ( ... )
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Nodding slowly, thoughtfully, she confirmed she was happy with his description. “I have one question, for the moment, which must be cleared before I can continue. Do I understand correctly that you are free to wander the earth, not summoned by Invocation or sacrifice?”
OCC: Sorry for delay, bit of a hectic few days.
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Ironic, considering how much strife was caused by human beings de-humanizing each other.
"Five days younger. Though mind you, a day not what you think.
"The demiurge itself gave all of my kind the choice to remain its fold, or go forth to walk this world. What invocation by mortal agency could grant more freedom than the decree of my maker?
"Although, one could argue you conjured me via telephony, yes?"
The demon smiled at this own joke.
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Her swinging moods bothered her, the way she could go from elation to fear at the thought of him. Never the most balanced individual these sudden mood shifts were still extreme. No doubt working throughout the night was having an effect on her yet she still struggled to maintain a smiling professional manner in all her engagements.
“Are you happy for me to continue?” she asked Kilraven, “No doubt your eternity of experience has shown you many mortals with plights not dissimilar to my own. There is little more for me to tell you of the facts of our initial meetings.”
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"By all means. Even if a story is old, every telling is new. The times, and the teller, add their own flavoring and in the end, that is the more important thing.
"Pray tell which of the dilemmas are yours."
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"It is, rather more common to favor the reds. Your pink roses are a sigil of your individual flavor. Your shadow has, taken at least that amount of effort to glean your secrets which, I'm afraid, is not so much effort for lilu who have cultivated the skill ( ... )
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“I remember walking in and noticing a strange smell, sweet yet slightly putrid. We sat in a room, lit only by a few candles while he outlined the plans for the contract. I drank some wine as we talked but it all fades into mistiness. “Sophie stopped a puzzled expression on her face as she searched her memory for anything else.
“I don’t want to become like him, my career would go up in smoke. That’s the mot important thing for me now, to get a few big deals before my time is over. Its not just about the cash, there are many ways I can earn a few bob. But I want my name and face to be remembered on the scene, to be immortalised on film.”
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"Dear lady, do you realize what you are saying?
"You know your shadow is lilu. He knows some secrets of yours you tell only a handful, but you know next to nothing of him. Your memory quickly fades into fog where encounters with him are concerned, but you convince yourself those grey areas must contain explanations that you simply do not recall. In any reasonable human terms, that's a most inequitable relationship, yet you appear ready to go forward believing that you can fathom the mystery of your shadow and then return in a manner of your choosing ( ... )
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"Also, while the nosferatu ego does not like to face the fact directly, they are in many ways fragile. Joining the brood of Sister Lilith has granted them power, but also cost them much. The light we are bathed in here is swift and fiery death to them, so for all feelings of superiority, it does not pay for them to reveal too much, too freely. I think, before this your memory was not prone to such extended lapses, no ( ... )
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