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You wake up today, going through your daily routines without a second thought. At one point, you decided to spend your time coming here, to read along with some arbitrary journal written by some exhibitionist some of you may be familiar with but none of you really, truly know.
Have you realized what day it is?
The concept you believe to be real, what you might call 'time', exists in a circuit, with mornings and nights, days and weeks, months and years repeating themselves, stuck on loop within an infinite cycle. The reason for this is that time is nothing more than a border, serving to shield their decrepit, malformed dimension from ours.
The good are those who have built this wall.
The bad are those who are being kept out.
Once every so often during this continuum, there is a scheduled lapse; a small space existent within this ring of time, an anomaly which would not exist if time were, in fact, a straight line.
Those who idle upon the other side are your Doppelgangers, your alternate selves, wearing your clothes, working your jobs, speaking your words, yet they suffer more than you do. They are the epitome of the wrongs you have committed, the proof of your corruption, the spiritual manifestation of your immorality. Lest you turn into demons yourselves, time itself allows your karmic state to affect their spirits instead of your own, forcing them to watch you from behind a one way mirror to assume the blame for all you as humans have done wrong.
The eleventh day of the eleventh month is when this mirror becomes a window, and they are given a chance to trade places.
There are various recorded accounts on what encountering a Dæmon is like. Some say a Dæmons skin is stretched taut against the alien skeleton reliefed through its blackened flesh, the latter rotting in ragged patches and open wounds carrying the metallic stink of diseased blood and aging corpses. Others claim if you dare to look directly into their eyes, you fall victim to their mercy within the split second their soulless gaze meets your own, making you bear witness to every inhumanity ever committed by humankind, every pain they themselves have ever had to endure in your place.
For most Dæmons, this retribution is enough. Your screams are its blatant satisfaction, your terror is its ultimate joy. It is a sport for them, you see; they erase your memory of the encounter and anticipate repeating the experience next time around, wishing for you to perform evil, waiting for you to sin, corrupting them further and making their next retaliation that much more sweeter.
For most Dæmon, this retribution is enough.
For most.
Not all.
Look into a mirror, and pray your reflection isn't smiling back at you
Annons
Morris91
Mon 12 Jan 2009 12:51
Oh yeah, I totally forgot that was from Constantine. Hehe.
Hey, what if it's the opposite? What if we're the doppelgangers, just that we aren't aware of it.
Hey, what if it's the opposite? What if we're the doppelgangers, just that we aren't aware of it.
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CreamBear
Mon 12 Jan 2009 12:52
dude, that would be weird...seeing that there is alot of pain and suffering in the world -.-'
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Anonymous
Thu 1 Jan 2009 22:48
hahah constantine
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