Lit by Mark Anthony

Author:Mark Anthony
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Book Reality Experience
Published: 2022-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Sam’s fingers ran loosely over his keyboard. He was curious about something else. At the old mill, the Child had said something. It was not only what she said but how she had said it. He liked the fear he had heard in her voice. He genuinely heard fear. He remembered it so clearly, that word echoing around in his mind all the way home.

He typed four letters into his search: “bael”.

Multiple entries with words like “demon”, “Gods” and “mythology” sprang up. So many sources to choose from. Bael? Is that what she saw? Is that what scared her so much? The name of Bael, or occasionally Ba’al, resonated throughout many religions. The name, however spelt, effectively meant the same thing: a powerful demon, Godlike. One other word appeared to occur with Bael: Legion.

Bael, it seemed, was a big deal. There was no way that Sam believed in a heaven or a hell. He had been to one often enough and knew that hell in itself had many forms. He had never seen heaven but was pretty sure there were no angels sending people there in the way that he was sending people the other way. But there was still so much that could be learnt from mythology. Bael had a place in history and was embedded in multiple beliefs in one form or another.

Blasphemers worshipped him, even in the Judeo-Christian story of Sodom and Gomorrah. There were pagan beliefs of a demonic force. This guy was everywhere. Maybe somewhere in between these fairy tales and nonsensical stories lay a thread of truth that at least this thing did exist? He had often considered that these things, these Leviathans, could be called demons, because people simply had no other name for them.

He didn’t know. The atheist in him would not allow him to consider it too deeply. When this began years ago, he would find himself in church, praying, pleading and crying for something, someone to help him. He was there believing that hell was literally sitting beside him, tangible, real and absolute, while the Dark Child waited in the pews watching his pitiful display with amusement. He prayed harder than he thought anyone ever had before. God wasn’t interested, and his Child wasn’t interested in God either. So, it made sense that there was no God.

He had to see her again, and suddenly he felt a great deal less guilty about following the bus back into the city, and about watching the girl disembark at her stop. These were desperate times after all, but still, he had seriously never followed anyone home before. He saw her enter her apartment block. He had no intentions of knocking on her door, raiding her mailbox or stalking her from outside like a perv. Am I a creep? But this would allow him to orchestrate another meeting. He would ponder that tomorrow morning.

The Dark Child’s reaction to Bael intrigued him. She was scared, she was threatened. It wiped the smug smile off that little bitch’s face.

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