Journals, audio logs, and the Dark Secrets of Dr. Midnight Himitsu. An ongoing detail of the Demon Mastering Doctor.

[BigBacon]

This will be an ongoing post as secrets and files slip into the public on the arrival of the new hero in town, Dr. Midnight Himitsu. Keep in mind I'm not an expert writer etc. I also operate very stoned at normal due to things. So take with salt. Also feel free to talk about it here as I go.


The TV news would flicker on the screens of every TV, Computer, and mobile device capable as the city tuned in for the latest Expose. The anchor would speak in a persuasive and threatening tone to announce the topic.

"Dr. Midnight Himitsu. A new hero? Or a demonic hedonistic terror from the past? Tonight we bring to you journal excerpts from the Doctor himself. We have had these documents tested and have verified the dates written within. Later we even have the Doctor himself confirming all as true and explaining more of his past as he to tries to make himself a home in Paragon City."

The cameras would shift and the anchor would turn to face them as in the back ground images of the Doctor fighting "crime" is displayed. 
"Many have seen this new hero on the streets proudly wearing his costume covered in occult symbols. Nothing we citizens haven't seen before. But what makes this mad man worth noting IS the past he carries. And at his TRUE age he carries a very long past. Would anyone watching tonight be shocked to hear he is over four hundred years old? Or that he has changed his name several times over the centuries? And he may even be older as the longest record we could verify comes from 1642. All of this is in the very journal entry we will now read to you." 

The screen would change to show the pages of a journal on very aged paper. The anchor would now read the pages as they are shown for other to read along with the flowing perfect cursive hand writing if they can:


August 1642

 

                     Ten years. I haven't kept a record since the night I quit being a healer but even then they were but scraps of paper I ended up losing track of anyways. I decided to make a new record again though. I know not how long I will keep it this time though what is time to me anymore? I still remember thinking I could heal the world. Oxford wasn't easy. Even more difficult taking on three specialties at the same time but thanks to the strong will power I inherited, I managed it. I was still a fool. After ten years I saw only the worst of humanity. I lost the path of the healer, disgusted by every patient I saw. Though I gained more than enough samples to make up this travelling oddity show. I rather like this job. I go from town to town showing off human oddities retrieved from former patients.  Adults blush, children try to get inside only to scream and run. I can honestly say it was the only benefit of being a Doctor of Gynecology, Proctology, and Urology with a surgical removal specialty had. But I digress. The only draw back is the loneliness. No family or friends made along the way, Another letter got to me today as I left France asking me to retrieve the only thing left of my family still sitting, waiting for me back home in London. My father was a scornful man but in the end the only thing left of the estate when it burned was that silly tome the family had kept for time immemorable. Father forbade me from ever reading it but maybe I shouldn't let it go to the highest bidder. It will cost me all I have to pay off the debt of the holders fee but something has been pulling at me all night back to London.  Fine. I will sell off my samples and retrieve the tome when I return to London next month. 

 

 

The reading would be interrupted by the Anchor announcing the first commercial break. 

Edited August 27 by BigBacon
Stoned. Very very stoned.

[BigBacon]

The commercial break would end and the anchor would return announcing the continuation of the journal.

September 1642

 

              It is done. I have paid the debt and the family tome is in my hands. I had to seek shelter at the local chapel for the time being. I don't know how I will produce an income now. I have no oddities to show, nor capitol to open a new practice. The only thing I have left are the clothes I am wearing, an old half burnt trunk, and this tome. Lord knows why I had to buy it back. I assume it's just the family record or something. Most of it seems written in Latin, of which I know little, and the first numbers I see that look like dates go back to 1009 AD. So I spent every pence I had on a book I cannot read but at least dates back maybe four hundred years. I guess I will need to take it to a book dealer or so to find someone to tell me more about it. Maybe it's worth more than I think. Although the symbols in the book... They are haunting my dreams now. I feel compelled to keep this book on me at all times. Like I should never show it or sell it. But how will I live? What will I do? No harm ever came from reading a book right? Perhaps I will ask the Father if I can stay and learn Latin from him so I can read this thing myself. I may be able to provide help here to make some living money. Yes if the father will have me I will learn Latin and then read this book. Maybe it has the answers I seek. It may take some time but if I devote myself to it I should be able to pick it up in say six months time. I fear this may all just be a maddening mistake but this compulsion. It feels like a divine hand is gently pulling me towards this goal. Like the angels of heaven want me to do this. I must do it. I must follow this unseen hand that pushes me towards destiny. 
 

October 1642

          The month has sped by and so has my progress. I have gained a position helping the local mortician at night and during the day the Father has agreed to teach me Latin. I will not read a word of that book till I can fluently read and write it. I have decided to not take it to any local shop. When I try to its like the book itself doesn't want to leave my room let alone my hands to show a shop keeper. The images in my nightmares now seem to pulse and quiver. I see rivers of fire and blood, Screams echoing into the darkness, the heat unbearable, The immortal king of vampires cloaked in red and wielding a giant silver canon roaming the earth with his army of stolen souls, The remains of the dead stitched together into a hulking golem reanimated by science, A king in yellow that any who gaze upon him are instantly sent mad, A being of pure fear dressed in a suit with never ending tendrils, A burned man with a demonic claw slaughtering children in their dreams, 2 masked juggernauts with giant knives who stalk young adults but will kill any who come across them, A insane marionette and his puppets who walk and kill on their own, A gold puzzle box that releases demons upon those seeking the greatest of pleasures, A child's toy brought to life by a killer's soul contained within, Undead roaming the earth eating brains and turning their victims into more of the undead, A tome made from human flesh releasing dead like beings unto the world, And last a horrifically disfigured man who skins his victims and wears the faces to hide his diseased and rotten face. I fear I see the end times. That this is the future that WILL be if I do not act! But I shall not fear for the unseen pushes me harder now to read the secrets laid within this ancient book. I know the salvation of the world shall come from this. Or least that is how I feel. No I cannot be wrong. Whatever is pushing me so hard cannot be anything but the divine father himself. He WANTS me to, no NEEDS me to unlock this enigma and bring its secrets to light. For only they can subvert the events that will make this future our only one. The book tells me I will become a hero of this world if I want to be. No more time shall be wasted. I will focus on my studies until I can fulfil my destiny. 

 

 

The anchor would interrupt the reading with another commercial break.  

Edited August 29 by BigBacon

[BigBacon]

The anchor would come back on the screen announcing the resuming of the show but his face was more concerned looking "We now return with our Expose'. But a word of warning. This may start to become concerning for younger audiences. Please for your children's sake you may wish to have them leave the room. The month of December becomes graphic."

 

 

November 1642

              I have not slept in days. I pour myself into my studies now not only of Latin but of other subjects as well. The book now drives my mind. It tells me to learn of alchemy, of runes and spells, religion and spirits. of the planes of the divine and the infernal, Of God and Satan as well, well beyond what I have learned in my life or at school. I must confess... I did not pay the Father this month's rent, nor last months either. I was driven like a man possessed to procure books. Books I can read now. The lesser key of Solomon started it all. I saw it in the library hidden away in this house of God of all places. But it's pages were faded and damaged beyond use. I walked all of London looking for another copy. I walked for hours, no days, searching every shop of every kind for the knowledge I am pushed to learn. Every burrow, every block. Damnation I even resorted to just knocking on doors randomly asking random people about it! I could not stop myself.

 

            I sold off my coat, top hat, monocle, everything even the old trunk just to get more money. I have nearly no clothes left. I must clean what I wear every night just so I have under garments to wear. What drives me to this madness? I keep asking myself are the nightmares real? Am I just losing my mind? Ever since this book came back into my life I have been guided to obtain this lofty goal. An unseen hand has pointed me to where I need to go and tells me what I need to learn. There is a power hidden in this book that I must KNOW how to control BEFORE I even read it. I hear whispers in my ear. They tell me that just reading the book will not be enough. I must walk the path of King Solomon and learn how to harness lesser powers before I can even think to open the family tome. But I do not fear. A package arrived at the church for me while I was out today. The marking on the box show stamps from all over the world it seems. It was like this box had been processed through every courier office in the world. And by some writing on the paper I would guess some places without offices as well.

 

          I had to pay the Father my last shillings to cover the postage he had to pay for himself. His face was full of disdain and I know it is over the lack of payment as we agreed so for the first time in my life I did something sinful, at least to my mind. I lied to the Father. I told him I was just so wanting to follow the path of the Lord I had been giving money to poor and using what little was left to continue down the path of our Lord and Savior. Though my stomach burned with the lie the Father seemed to believe me. His face softened and became more sincere. With a smile he told me he understood and even gave me my shillings back. He dismissed the need for rent and told me that as long as I followed the path of the Lord and was bolstering my devotion I could stay for free, he would try to help feed and clothe me and he would forgive the debt as well. As long as I at least gave anything during Mass and helped with cleaning and cooking chores.

 

         This one lie so sickening and wrong had gotten me free board, some food, and the Father's continued support. I feel so sick over it but the feeling fades as I returned to my room and opened the parcel. To my astonishment the book I was seeking was on top! Not only the book I sought but five others and they were not copies but hand written! One on Herbology beyond what they taught in school, Another on Runes and sigils, their meaning and use, The others scare me. One book claims it is the definitive book on demons and all things Infernal. None of the hand written books have an author's name but I swear I know the hand writing! It feels familiar and almost comforting to read despite the contents.

 

          Why must I learn of the Infernal if my goal is salvation of the world? Perhaps the Tome wants me to learn how to fight against the demons by studying them fully. To learn of weaknesses and how to defeat each king, baron, or duke of hell so that the future I saw is averted. I must take the next step. Inside the box was a smaller ornately decorated silver box which contained various candles of different colors as well as a few black ones that seem to have ash or something mixed with the wax, labeled powders and herbs in vials, talismans, amulets, a worthless plain iron ring, and more. I have found the lowest class of rituals and spells to practice with and will do so when I can. The only thing not contained in the box was any sort of letter or any explanation as to where this gift from God came from. For now I will just take it as another sign I am on the right path. 

 

 

 

After the lengthy entry another commercial break would take place.

 

Note from Big Bacon:

Now that I am not stoned I want to take a moment to ask people to please leave feed back if you feel like it. I write daily to try and improve my skills. Side note I am not going the extra mile to use accurate terms, words, or spelling from 1642. Kinda lazy but its a level I dont want to go to yet. I am at least making sure that most of what I am writing is somewhat accurate. I could not get a clear answer of if a postal system was available in London in 1642 so I changed it to a courier. I enjoy writing and constructive feed back. I came up with this story back in my DCUO days but never acted upon it. I like CoH more than DCUO so I brought him here to try and make friends and join a new community since I have 0 social life due to medical issues. Anyways I hope people are enjoying the story so far. 

Edited August 29 by BigBacon

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The commercial break would end and the anchor would return announcing the continuation of the journal.

 

December 1642


         Merry Christmas to our so called lord and savior... I have been practicing the spells and rituals I had been sent. Each time I master a new spell it is like a new level of knowledge if bequeathed to me. I can see the demons that walk among us now hiding in plain sight. When I focus my gaze on them it as though they feel me and vanish. Some I have seen lock eyes with me and I swear they run in terror. I am seeing things in this world that were never meant to be seen by mortal eyes. Spirits walk the church at night. I hear them move hear them cry. "Father why am I still here? Why can I not talk or touch my children to let them know I am with them? Why am I being tortured?" the ghost mother cried at the alter. So many trapped earth bound spirits walk among us. Ignored by their god. I have grown cold to these cries. I had to or I would be driven mad! I no longer fear walking at night alone in London. I have seen what should cause true terror, what should drive a man of his senses, what should break any mortal into a sniveling pile of useless excrement, and yet I remain as strong as I ever was as a surgeon. It is like my past helped make me strong enough to bear witness to what I see now. My studies with the Father are almost over. The book, still calling to me, waits under my pillow. The final answers waiting to be released. But I fear I have already found more answers than I should have ever needed.

 

 

           You see it is not what I see now that causes me fear. It is what I do NOT see. I see no angels. No heralds of the father. No heavenly choir nor anything one could say pointed to existence of the divine as I now see proof of the demonic.  During my rituals I protect myself by evoking the names of the arch angels. When I do I FEEL them with me. There is divine power in this world. Yet they do not protect us here without being summoned? I have seen no angels protecting someone, or even confront the demons among us. And the issue is many of who I have seen accept the demons. I followed one demon last Saturday night back to where I have been working at night. Now normally the mortician is working alone on the weekend but I followed the little rotund demon in to my boss in the morgue below and looking through the crack of the door the demon just entered I saw a horrid scene. There was a dozen or so demons and the things they were doing to the recently dead I cannot even detail. Words do not yet exist that can convey the abuse of every sin I saw being committed. And in the midst of it all hacking up a body like a butcher was the mortician! Laughing as he accepted gold coins from the demons in return for his service.

 

             What I thought was vomit rising in my gullet turned out to be something much better. I feel like I stepped out of my own body and observed everything with a bowl of snacks. Like I was seeing a play being done in front of me. The hero burst forth from the door and in an instant cast a spell to banish all the demons back to hell. I had issues with just using that spell to banish one demon and here twelve were sent back with his bellowing voice. The villain quaked in fear as he had been found out and begged not to be turned in for what he was doing. The hero boldly strode up with his hands ready to cast another spell or maybe just strangle the poor man. As he closed in he snatched the gold bag from the doctor and bellowed his order.

 

         "From now on you will repent all evil and return to the ways of the lord. I will not kill you though I should on the spot right now for what you having thrown your lot in with them but I will spare you under the condition that you repent and rebuke them from now on!"

 

        With that the hero walked out and I returned to my body. I still have that bag of gold coins hiding under my bed. I did not see the doctor in church the following day and returning to work the following night I found him hung in his office. He left a note saying he just could not fight against his demons anymore. Hidden ledgers and records show he was selling bodies and parts to the local medical schools but nothing else was found about what I had seen. Though I did not tell the officials. The man had suffered enough. But I come back to the issue I see now. The lack of the divine among us. And I feel I have come to one of two conclusions. Either one offers no comfort and only bring more questions. 

      As a Doctor and as a traveler I have seen no miracles. Nothing I could not explain easily or scientifically. Yet demons walk among us. I have seen horrible things that should never have happened. Things I could never explain with the same mind even before I gained my new sight. A young healthy mother and wife having a minor surgery to remove a minor something or other and dies. Bleeding was controlled perfectly. Incision perfect. Clamp perfect. Removal underway and Spasms, convulsions, and she dies. No answer. No reason. She's dead on my table and I have barely started my surgery! I was cleared of any legal wrong doing in the end but I never got what I really needed. The answer. But I have seen demons now and I know one had to done something to that woman that took her lie. But how can I prove what cant be seen by normal eyes. I cannot wake everyone to what is around them. But I know what I can do. I can continue down this path and fight them. Not just them but all evil in this world. I'll use whatever power I gain to do what the divine seems unwilling or unwanting to do. For the answer is either the divine cannot help us or they will not help us. We use words, names, and such to repel demons but we always have to summon or invoke them. Demons are here and already walk around freely and unnoticed and so as they please. The divine do nothing. So even if this power is dark or demon in nature I can use it for good. I will do as I did in college and push myself to my absolute limits to learn and master all I can. Soon the next chapter will begin. 

 

After the lengthy entry another commercial break would take place.

 

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January 1643

 

         I had other things to write about for the month. About mastering simple spells and incantations to move coins from ones pocket to mine. Of more demons seen and ghosts to detail. None of it matters. For you see I finally opened that dreaded book. I am now able to not only read and decipher the text but to see past the ink into the magics bound within. It's a ledger. A record of every member of my family to sell their souls to a demon for some deal. For power. For wealth, for foresight, for hindsight... Every member from my father to his father down the line to the earliest member of my family detailed in 1009 AD. Not one of them resisted the demons and instead sold themselves into hell. Well not quite. Inside the tome is the ritual and contract details brought back from the crusades by my ancestor. There is a clause in the deal. No souls can be claimed and must remain in limbo until the family line dies. If a single soul from my blood dies a sin free life and proceeds through the pearly gates the contract is broken and all souls are sent through. If the line ends in sin then all souls are claimed by the dark lords they dealt with. The second the first deal was made our line was cursed to the allure of the demonic. We are drawn to use a special ritual created by a blood pact with another entity. The trade gave us access to dealings with powerful demons should we choose to use it but by the deal unto itself we are drawn to use it anyways as it was our blood used to create the ritual. 

 

       I am faced with a disheartening truth. I have already gone too far. I have already started to taint my soul with the seeds of darkness. I do not know if I can be saved anymore. I take solace in the fact the escape clause can still be used. My sister still lives and thrives at the nunnery father sent her to in her youth. If any of our line would qualify it would be her. That makes my choice much easier. I too shall continue in the tradition of my family. Normally it seems our linage always waited until they fathered at least one child. But as only I and my celebrate sister are all currently who are left I just need to make sure I die before she does and we should all be saved. I need to think hard on how I word what I want to ask for in trade for my soul but I think I have a plan. With all I have learned enough from these books and spells, these rituals and seances, that I have gleamed a plan. If I do this correctly I could stand to gain incredible power in the arcane or more. It will be a gamble so I will plan as much as possible to minimize risk. I will take the next month to gather the needed reagents and find a proper place to perform the ritual in piece. Again I think I have the perfect spot already in mind. No one has been there since the fire and I know the cellar still remains untouched. I am sure father used the same location in his youth as well. Yes his name and what he sold it for is also in this record of my families dark dealings. Hopefully I will live long enough to write March's entry.  I just hope that if I do not that this accursed book is never seen by my sister's eyes. That she is never tempted to do what I am going to do. 

Edited September 3 by BigBacon

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February 1463

 

 

           It has been barely a fortnight since my last entry but things are moving quickly. The reagents and supplies have been stored in a hidden room in the old estate's cellar. I found an entry in the family's cursed ledger showing where it was. It was the room my father used to converse with demons. It still bears scorch marks of a deal gone sour proving once and for all it was his arrogance that destroyed our wealth, name, and home. It was easy enough to repair the circle and prepare the room for use once again. The stars themselves seem to be aligning to bring about my destiny as a freak blood moon is predicted to form on the very night I plan to open the portal. I have memorized the ritual and contract down to the smallest details. The ritual is designed to summon forth specific demons by name but I have found a detail that if no demon is named it will contact the most powerful demon available to make the deal even if the user normally would not have the skill or prestige to demand a demon of that level. I know my limits and know what demons I would be able to influence a deal with as I am but this could provide a short cut. If I could normally only summon a duke this could lead me to the higher limits of general or king and if I am to gamble with not just my own soul but those of my family line if I fail I want to make sure I get the most for it. And after much research into the demonic realm, gleaming information through various contacts I have made through my own workings with magics and summoning I think I know how I can use the contract itself against the demon I summon. I will just need to barter for enough power and enough time.

 

              The contract grants the summoner powers to call upon from the demon depending on the rank of the demon summoned. The demon will reside in a pocket dimension inside a simple iron ring, just like the one sent to me, and will grant their power in exchange for time. Once your time is up the ring breaks to free the demon to claim the soul of the summoner and his entire families line should it end in sin. I simplified the above as I realize I may very well be making a detailed account into my fall into insanity and death should I be wrong in all of this. I do not want to temp others with full details anymore. There are no safeguards anymore. Once I start the ritual it must be completed. I have enchanted a pen that writes what it hears into my journal, a marvelous cantrip I'm using now. With it I will write my next entry as I perform the ritual itself. The spell requires a vast amount of the summoner's fresh blood, enough to push them to beyond saving. So if it is my last day I want it written down for some strange reason. I feel a voice in the back of my mind this may still just be a form of mental illness I am suffering from. A tiny calling of doubt that holds me back from giving all into this delusion and pulls to try and bring me back to sanity. If this is just my descent into full madness I will say to my sister now. I am sorry. 


 

Edited September 4 by BigBacon

[BigBacon]

The news anchor's face would appear on the screen with a grimace. "We would like to inform the audience that we have censored some of the following journal entry. We here at Paragon City News do not condone the summoning of demons or other worldly apparitions. Luckily the good Doctor long ago removed the full instructions so that no one may try to follow in his foot steps. We warn one last time that this entry is not safe for children under thirteen years of age and should not be viewing this without a parent or guardian present. We here at PCN are not to be held liable should our warnings not be headed. We now continue,

 

February 1463 Second Entry

 

 

            The pen is recording perfectly. I have made sure it has plenty of ink this time and will also write more details now. I feel like I have waited for this night my whole life. Tonight where we should have no moon showing instead a crimson orb floats high in the sky above. Everything is in place. The incenses and candles are burning, I have started drinking the potion, my wrists are slit and filling the grooves mixing with the ash and wax, The metallic copper taste in the air and the potion are dulling my senses. I recite the words of power to cast the spell to proceed. In perfect rhythm I never miss a syllable. My life is slipping away as the last of the giant sigil is cast in my blood. I am losing cons. Cons. My mind. "Something is wrong. This isn't right. I was wrong. I was wrong. I don't want to die here. Alone. Found with out these mad ramblings. I don't want to. I don't wanna. I don't. I don't. I don. I don. I. I. I." I could not hold onto my mind nor hold my eyes open any longer. As I bled I closed my eyes and felt my breathing slow still reciting the words.

 

             I know not how long my eyes were shut nor how I commanded them to open but as I started to regain my senses I felt I was no longer alone. As my eyes crept open and tried to adjust to my low blood state I could see a massive shadow now looming on the other side of the giant circle of summoning that was now full of my blood, wax, and ash now hardened into a special crest. I had to drive all fear from my mind and wait as it took in its situation surrounding it being summoned and how. I could feel it's eyes piercing through my very being looking at my soul as well my current state. I still could not identify what demon had answered my demand to come forth and make this deal. All I knew right then was that I was about to die if I did not perform the ritual correctly. As I felt my soul start to disconnect from my dyeing mortal shell I heard a woman snickering before a jolt ran through my spirit pulling me back together and jump starting my heart. 

"Such a crude, old ritual. I haven't answered a summon like this is a few centuries." 

The feminine voice called from the darkness.

"So this is the part where first I have to stop your stupid mortal self from dying. So here drink this,"

With a snap of it's fingers a wine bottle appeared in my hand but I cut too deep into my arms. With slashed tendons I could not hold onto the bottle to bring it to my lips. I could feel the pity and disgust this demon had for not just me but the entire human race as it watched me fail to drink from the bottle. With a sigh and another snapping of fingers the container would levitate and pour itself into my mouth. The pure ambrosia that made it's way down my throat was beyond any wine I had ever tasted before. If one could drink comfort, happiness, nostalgia, and love this would be the result. A warming sensation started in my stomach before spreading through out my entire being and I felt as though I had regained not only my lost blood but I had also restored long lost vitality. I continued to drink as I felt my body become fully invigorated and I rose to my feet grabbing the bottle from my lips and ripping it away. I felt my eyes quickly adjust but could still only see a pulsing shadow on the opposite side of the sigil I now stood on. I had to quickly regain my composure. Right now any fear, and weakness will cost me dearly in the bargaining phase. I could feel it observe me and feel it laugh the feminine laugh inside my head. 

"I have invoked my bloodline's ritual and demand to know what demon now stands before me."
The woman's laugh and voice rang out again.

"So you did not name a demon you just summoned the most powerful? I am flattered that you would such caution to the wind and you are very lucky that this was a night I wanted to piss off my husband."
"Husband? I don't understand."

As the shadows let the form take shape a gorgeous woman wrapped in a long silk cloth barely covering her lower private area walked from the fog towards me before draping her arms around my shoulders and kissing my cheek. 
"I am Lilith. Mother to all Succubae, Second in command of Hell's army. Queen of hell as my mate is Lucifer,"

 

 

Having taken a moment to regain myself from finding of all the demons that could have been summoned Lilith was now in my circle. 

"Why did you answer my call?"

"I told you I was pissed off at my husband and decided to prove to him making a deal for a soul isn't as hard or tiring as he bitches about it being. By pure chance I heard the call of your ritual and here I am. So let's get the details out of the way. Please tell me you have read the contract you're about to agree to."
Taking a deep breath I found courage returning to my voice.  

"I have. The deal is for time. I call upon any of your powers I want in exchange for an agreed upon amount of time running down. The more I ask for the faster time runs out. Until then you reside inside a pocket dimension inside this iron ring. The power will only work for me, The ring can be summoned to my finger at any time, You will be undetectable from any power, demon, person, anything while inside the ring. While you are in the ring not only can we talk through a form of telepathy I can actually enter the pocket dimension inside the ring. If I am using none of your powers the timer does not count down. When time runs out then the ring will shatter and release you to claim my soul. That sum it all up or did I leave anything out?"
Lilith giggled in response to my courage.

"Very good. I know of your family line. Most of them have been rather foolish in the past. I see this fruit has in deed fallen far from the family tree with you." 

"Thank you. So now shall we discuss power and time?"

"Ooh let's" 

Another snap of her fingers and a table appeared with the contract now laying flat on it with an ink and quill next to it. Another snap and we were now sitting in two very comfortable  easy chairs.

"The first thing we shall discuss is just how much of my power you wish to use as your own."

I was quick to cut her off. 

"As much of it as possible."
An evil smile crept over the demons face. A smile that revealed that no matter how much you may think this is a beautiful woman in front of you it was still indeed a demon in disguise. 

"Ahh so you want to what destroy the world in one fell swoop for us? You know the more you ask for the less time I will give you. For access to everything I will only give you twenty hours worth of time. You won't get much done but you can get a lot done."

I shook my head at the number. That simply wouldn't be enough and it was time to do what most of my lineage would never had the nerve to do. I took a deep breath and using all my courage and guile started the bargaining dance.  

"No. That simply will not be enough."
"Well I could go to twenty one,"
"Don't make me laugh. You really think I don't know all I am worth?"
She let out a laugh so loud it shook the wood structures above.

"Your worth? You think you KNOW your WORTH?! You are one pathetic tainted soul. A drop in the infinite deluge of souls that is the human race only worth whatever we demons deem what a pile of excrement like you is worth at the time of a deal. I should rip your skull out with your spine still attached just for the audacity of thinking you were worth a deal with me in the first place. Ten hours take it or I undo the healing and watch you bleed out while death comes to claim you."

It wasn't courage that echoed out in response. For the first time since the day Father kicked me out of the family home for deciding to become a doctor I let my anger take over. Once that fire ignited something just told me to let it loose on this demon. If anything would beat her back maybe it was this. I never expected The Queen of hell herself but her power would be perfect for my plan. I just needed enough time to attempt my plan. Without enough time then I will be screwed. So out came my full rage.

"Listen here you demonic tramp! You already tipped your hand more than you know! You are desperate to one up your husband with a quick and easy deal. You let me die no soul for you. You go back with your tail tucked betwixt your cheeks and have to suffer him. We both know I am not just bartering my soul but those of my family stuck outside he gates. If My line ends in sin the last demon to strike the deal gets all four hundred and ninety nine souls on top of mine making it a smooth five hundred souls you would bank making for a very good middle finger to Lucifer. All that for thirty hours and not a minute more."

 

       

             One could hear the gears turning in her head as she worked every angle of what I said looking for any argument to use against mine. I forced my face into one of pure stone as she scanned me for any chinks in the armor to strike, any weaknesses to exploit, any bluffs to call. I gave her all the time she needed before she finally called out in frustration.

"Thirty?! I didn't give MERLIN thirty hours and you think you are better than MERLIN!? You will take Twenty five hours and that is all!"

Not enough was all I could think. I needed to push just a little bit more. 
"Now we are talking like business partners. Five HUNDRED souls to rub in your husband's face. You can give two more hours. Twenty seven hours, not a second more, and I promise not to even put a fight. I will hold your hand and skip off to hell ready to receive my punishment for all eternity."

A smirk came over Lilith's face as I finished my last offer.
"You sly little mortal. We both know of the escape clause. And that I would have to wait for your line to end while you're stuck in Limbo But as for balls you have a marvelous set on you.  I will enjoy making you into my personal play toy once you come down and join us. Alright I agree to twenty seven hours." Taking the pen from the empty bottle she stabs the palm of her hand piercing deeply and letting her blood flow. As she presses her bloody hand to the contract the blood transfers and takes the shape of her personal seal on her designated signature line. Seductively Lilith licked the blood from her hand showing the wound already healed. 
"Your turn lover. Just put your blood on that line and you'll feel my power penetrate you. Don't resist just let it in. Just lay back and take every inch until you think you can't take any more then we will merge to one."

With that seductive look she handed the pen over. I did not hesitate. Stabbing my palm I squeezed the wound to get a good amount of blood ready and pressed it against my own signature line. The blood absorbed into the paper contorting and leaving only my full signature signed in my own blood. 

 

        The contract rolled itself up in the demon's hand and vanished in a poof of smoke. Lilith walked up to me and kissed my cheek with a wink.

"Twenty Seven hours lover. See you soon."

Holding up the ring the hell spawn appeared to be sucked into the iron band. In a moment the demon was gone and the ring remained floating in mid air. I plucked the ring from the air and put it on my left ring finger. I felt no different and for a moment almost gave into the thoughts of I was just losing the last bits of my mind. That was until she spoke from her hidden refuge inside the ring. 

"So what is the first thing you want to do? To use one of my powers just think about what you want done and my magics and my guidance will make it happen."
Reaching out like he was about to open a door a knob would appear in my hand as I started to turn it thinking about where I wanted to go.

"First I think I will take the advice of many a scorned lover or angry business partner and go to Hell"

With that I stepped through the open door into the infernal realm.



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The news anchor would welcome everyone back to the final parts of the journal. "But we assure you we have much more to go over. Al the way up to 1880s when the "good" doctor mysteriously vanishes for one hundred years. Join us as the Doctor himself confesses all about that period of his life. But for now we continue with the journal of the damned doctor.

 

 

             Amazingly though the pen I had enchanted was pressed between the pages of my journal it still recorded everything that transpired during my trip to the demon realm into the following pages.

 

            By merely thinking of the realm of the infernal and opening the door the room started to feel boiling hot. Walking through the portal I was consumed by the heat and felt myself pulled through time and space, like I was being reeled in by a fisherman who had hooked my brain and was bringing his prize in with all haste. As the darkness let go of my senses I could hear the screams of the dead and damned, smell the brimstone and excrement around me. I was a living mortal standing in the center of Hell itself now something that was upsetting to the very balance of the universe. Yet here I was. As I walked through the land taking it in it didn't take long to notice things almost right but not. Trees made of stone. Above in the sky was a ceiling of stone where the stars should be and light is generated by pulsating veins of lava. Mysterious creatures seemed to peer around corners but for now I use only enough power to survive as a mortal in hell. Lilith prods my intensions as I continue to ignore sights that would torture most mortal eyes.

"What do you seek in Hell? To "stop" Lucifer? To free some tortured soul? Steal an artifact?  

"That is for me to know. The less I have to trust a demon the better."

I could hear her giggling ringing in my skull at the statement.

"I think you need some perspective. Even now your sand is counting down. Every grain counting down till I claim your soul. In this deal I cannot read your mind nor stop whatever you want to do. Sure I can scream at you but all you have to do is force your will to silence me. You have all my knowledge and power at your command and yet you worry so much about having sold your soul you are unsure weather to trust a demon or not. The contract was signed by both of us and I am bound to your will until its completion. Not only can I not stop you I am contractually bound to help you. So give in. You already made the deal. Being afraid to use my power because it will "corrupt" your soul is moot. Experience all you can in the, twenty six hours and fifteen minutes you have left. All you have to do is ask and you will receive."

 

 

         I stood frozen in the fires and screams of Hell. She was right. If I continue blindly I will surely run out of time before I find what I am looking for. Truth be told she was right. I was scared to give in and use all the powers I had bartered for in hopes of subverting my fate for as long as possible. But that was what this trip was about. I need to delay payment for as long as possible. Closing my eyes I reached out for an invisible door knob again.

"Take me to the master of the demonic forges. The one who makes equipment even for Satan himself."
Obeying my command the door formed and turning the knob opened into another region of hell. The moment the door opened a typhoon of air even hotter then I ever dreamed possible threatened to launch me across the planes of existence, only invoking more of Lilith's power kept me standing and allowed me to walk through the door, but its a double edge. The more power I use the faster my time will run out. It didn't seem right. 
"Demon. I bargained for twenty seven hours. I have used hardly any power, only enough for a mortal to survive here. How have I lost an hour without even touching your full power."

"This contract was not of my creation. It was a very old and outdated contract from the crusades. You will get a full twenty seven hours of continuous use no matter how much power you pull. I think you mixed up details. You get less time for more power during the deal. Not now. You can use as little or as much of my powers as you like the deal is for how much total time you get. You can use my weakest powers for the whole time, or all of it it matters not. Only if you use none of my power will the sand stop. At that point you can go years without losing time. Perhaps like your father you use the powers you gained to influence trade deals. Or like your great grandfather who called upon the demon each time he was about to die to save his mortal shell. The only thing you cannot do now is have children. The deal has made you sterile in all forms. Hence why most waited till they had someone to continue the lineage or would at least serve as the family trump card to save them all. You have made the deal with no safeties left. There is no one to save your blood line now and when your deal is up all five hundred souls are mine. As for the missing hour. You summon a door to a portal and it takes time to travel by portal. Maybe from now on you try instant teleportation instead?"

 

                  I could hear her laughing again. Oh how I hope this plan comes to fruition. I want to see her face when the smile turns to anger. I had to hold back my own anger at her making me waste a hour but I had bigger worries. Since I had moved through the door to the forge master and it had taken me thirty feet or so from a massive black smith forge surrounded by two huge piles. One pile looked to be equipment to service the other piles of equipment to serve as material to repair the first pile. The sounds of hundred of hammer slamming into anvils filled the air like a chorus of steel. In my youth I had learned to love the song of the blacksmith during an apprenticeship I used to pay for my first doctorate. Had fate taken me down another path I surely would have continued with it instead as the work was endlessly fascinating to me. To take a piece of steel in all its strength and durability and make it bend and shape to my will was cathartic. Ironically the path the gods put me on now not only has me returning to blacksmithing now but also has me forging my own destiny. I must put forth again that I have no idea if this will work or not but the rewards far outweigh the risks. Either I will succeed and become something new or I will die and it will no longer be my problem.  Wasting no more time I walked into the open air forge and looking for its master. 

 

                  Even after all the demons I have seen and dealt with, all the ghosts I have detailed, the horrors and beauties I have seen since having my eyes and mind opened seeing the forge master at work reminded me there are still levels I have yet to scratch. He stood over twelve feet tall, his skin was a mix of his natural crimson skin tone and black from the soot and ash of the forge's fire. Cloven hoofs kept him upright with only an apron from waist down served as his only clothing. His six arms were muscled beyond belief swinging hammers and using tools each almost the size of a man themselves. Yet his speed was unhindered by these massive tools. He moved like a blur as his multiple sets of arms worked on several projects at once. Repairing this sword, making a shield, polishing a breastplate, all tasks taking only moments to go from nothing to perfection. Even his long snake like tail was holding tools as he worked and his huge ram like horns drew my eyes as their size alone looked like they could gore several men with little effort, which served as a reminder to me just where I was and what exactly I walk among now. I had only barely stepped inside and took this moment to dispel what little doubt I had left. 

"Demon I want to ask you something before we continue."

"Ooh the mortal has a question for me. What little nugget of knowledge do you need?"

"How can I be sure I am not just in the throughs of Dementia or the delusions of psychoses? Is this the real world I see now or just the insanity of a madman?"

"You wait till now to ask?"

"I was not sure I wanted the answer till now."

"Reality is subjective. Are you currently talking to a demon or a voice in your head? Yes. Is that a demon or some form of madness personified? Yes. Is there an almighty creator who made all of this? Yes. Is any of this real? Some people don't see the world as reality through their eyes even though they say they see all the same things we all do and say that that is reality and not what the first sees, others see what other people can't and say that that is reality. I am sure someone would comfort you with just saying yes this is real but the real answer is so complicated it would take all your time to answer."

"So what is the answer than?"

"Reality is what you make it. What's it matter now anyways? Could you really deny everything you have seen and done? Given the chance could you knowingly turn around and go back to what you were before?"

I took a moment to let her words sink in.

"You cannot lie to me can you?"

"I can evade you but I cannot lie. I can refuse to answer but I cannot lie according to how we are bound."

Whoever reads this. If it be because you follow in the same path or because you seek knowledge of how my mind works or worked. A collector, a thief, a student, a novice, whoever reads this know that this was the moment. This was when I gave myself completely over to my madness. There was no way I would nor could knowingly go back to a mundane life. It was with that conversation I gave myself fully over to this plan. At this point I could have still left and rationed my time and used the demon to live a long and powerful life. No matter what I did I could use the demon to become the best. A blacksmith, a politician, a leader, a warlord, a conqueror, a healer, no matter what I chose I could have rationed out my time and rebuilt my lineage save for an heir. I COULD have but I didn't. The demon bound in my ring didn't know it but it just encouraged me to raise my middle finger to god and to fate. 

 

 

 

 

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