The Alley – Researching The Spot

The Alley

The library was abandoned and still when David got there. Not only had most of the classes finished for the day, but it was also Friday, and everyone had the little worlds that they needed to go into and live before classes started back up on Monday. He made his way back to the tables he usually used near the computers and made himself at home as David assumed he was going to be here until all hours of the night before eventually giving up on this spot, this “Alley” as a joke. He cracked his fingers and neck and sat down and got to work in front of the computer.

“It amazing.” After four hours, that was the only words David could manage at this titular moment in his life. He had searched through the school’s paper archive first as it was easy enough to access. He hadn’t been looking for three minutes before he found an article describing the Alley and the supposed powers it had over the people that saw it. It was written as a purely satirical piece, but there was almost a fear behind the words. For example:

“There can be no doubt that what was seen behind that restaurant that night was not supposed to be witnessed by anything of this world.”

Satirical, obviously, but there was something like steel behind the words, a warning could that dared not be said aloud lest something that was not supposed to hear it, listen in and find the speaker.

Then just a few minutes later, the town’s paper, a tad more severe on the whole, mentioned a “demonic feeling” behind the restaurant and advised the young not to go near it to be on the safe side.

Article after article. It was going back decades. Before it had been a restaurant, it had been a Five and Dime, a bar, an old feed stop for postal horses, and even an armory for the Crown.

This area, spot, whatever you wanted to call it, had been mentioned in every publication with two-hundred miles for the last five-hundred years, and that was just what David could physically find access too.

After five hours and three Red Bulls from the machines upfront, he sat back in his chair with page after page of evidence damning in its absolute certainty that there was something wrong with that particular spot in the Universe.

However, the most frightening thing was that almost all the articles, while explicitly warning the youth not to go near the place, gave near step-by-step instructions on what to do when you got there.

Excusing the vagaries in language over the centuries, the instructions were simple. First, all one needed to do was enter into that Alley with intent in your heart, then approach the spot on the wall, it is blackest one amongst the filth. Finally, you lay your hands on the wall with your desire in your mind, and you would get what it was that you desired.

David couldn’t believe it. There was no mumbo-jumbo, no “spell,” just intent. You needed to tell the spot what you wanted, and you would be given it.

He stood and stretched, the papers he had printed out scattering as he did so and making a general mess of everything. He looked down at one he had not seen before, it seemed to be from a story told by a clergyman around 1486 right here in the city of Speyer. The language had been translated serval times from what appeared Old German and Latin, and the English came across as awkwardly formal.

“Whosever in the times now or in the future approach the Devil’s spot, know then that at that moment the Hammer for you will begin to seek.

The Alley

The Alley

Like any perfect secret spot, if you didn’t know what you were looking for, you would never see it. Hell, you could be staring at it, but if you didn’t know what you were supposed to do when you were looking at it, you would see what everyone saw. You would be presented with a crappy alley behind a long since shut down by the Health Department, Korean Barbeque restaurant.

If you could read the signs that the owner of the building had put up when he left, you wouldn’t go near it. They spoke of giant rats that gnawed through steel and other incredibly unlikely facts about these denizens of the basement and alley. It got a little hysterical towards the end, and the last words were “…especially the alley.” Since most people didn’t read Korean at all, these signs were generally ignored or thought to be advertisements of some kind and, for this reason, went ignored.


David had been walking back and forth in front of the alley for an hour. The fetid stench from it assailing him every time the wind shifted just a little from East to West. The smell was something barely noticed truthfully. The palpable dread of why he was there that kept his feet moving in a line. Back and forth they moved, not taking the simple ninety-degree turn they needed to take for him to reach his ultimate goal.

He ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. Muttering under his breath, he kept flicking his eyes to the end of the alley, to the blackened brick in the otherwise banal masonry.


Three days earlier, David had been walking with a group of friends of his from University. Mostly ignoring the world and staring at his phone so he could know every little bit of news as soon as it happened. He was a junkie for it and would get physically upset if not kept up to date on anything and everything he deemed newsworthy.

A sentence fragment caught his attention, and he looked up to whoever it was that just spoke. He didn’t walk with people much, they just all happened to be going to the same place today.

“What was it you just said, Bill?” He couldn’t have heard him right. Goes to show what not paying attention will get you.

Bill looked shocked to see David speak and repeated what he had just said. “I was just talking about the urban legend from around here about The Alley. It is supposed to give whoever finds it and solves some puzzle, instant knowledge about anything in the world they want to know. I am sure it is just some bullshit story to draw kids downtown to shop or something.”

Bill kept talking, but David was already gone. His mind had withdrawn at the mere mention of being able to know absolutely anything that he wanted to know in a single moment. Who wouldn’t want that? He broke away from the pack without as much as a wave and headed straight for the library. He knew it was probably some jock thing to scare kids or some other stupid tradition, but not knowing was simply not an option, not an option at all.


Taking a deep breath when the wind changed, David finally turned his feet towards the back of the alley and started walking. David’s back was straight, and he was resolved.

However, if even half of the things he had read at the library were even remotely accurate, he was walking the last thirty steps of his life, and there was nothing he could now do to stop.

Fourth

Vatican

As much as I love writing social commentary, and please don’t take that as sarcasm as I honestly do writing about the contemporary machinations of man, what I am, at my heart, is a storyteller and I think today I will try as hard as I can to go back to that if only for a day, to see if I can still do the thing I love to do the most.

His fingers flying over the onyx rosary beads his grandmother had commissioned for him years before, the bishop Jacob whispered a silent prayer over and over again to simply have what he had just heard to be a falsehood, to be cleared up when he met with his direct superior Cardinal Vanmanti, in his offices in the Istituto per le Opere di Religione, the Institutes for the Works of Religion, or as it was more colloquially known around the world, the Vatican Bank. Vanmanti would never simply summon him, it had to be false. Yet, he had to go.

Vanmanti was the President of the Commission of Cardinals that was responsible for overseeing the Bank, and Jacob was a direct employee of his, a troubleshooter of sorts, although to call someone who found a missing addition sign more often than anything else was hardly what he had dedicated his life to God for.

What he had seen since his time began at the Holy See, however, how could anyone ever come here and ever want to leave? From the nearness of the Vicar of Christ himself to an entire city that was essentially a priceless work of art. Jacob may not have been the shepherd of a flock any longer, but to be in a place where the holiest men in all of God’s creation have stood more than made up for this most days.

The various laypersons and new priests nodded to him as he walked, as calmly as he could, into the offices of the Bank. He walked to the young priest who served as the secretary for the Cardinal.

“Good Day Father Stephens, is His Eminence available?” his voice was calm and he nearly felt the tinge of pride in maintaining his composure.

Father Stephens, a young man from Eastern Europe, smiled up to Jacob and nodded with a smile. “His Eminence is waiting for you Bishop, you are to go in immediately and without knocking.”

The last was unusual because Vanmanti insisted that people knock on every door in the building before entering. They handled the finances and property of the most exclusive people in creation, a sudden movement could destroy history was his favorite line to use to explain the need.

Jacob nodded once before walking through the ornate door that held Vanmanti’s offices and was waved over to the gargantuan desk the man used to keep the Church afloat financially.

“Jacob, sit and pay very close attention to the phone call that is about to happen.” There was a bead of sweat running down his cheek and Jacob was about to speak when the Cardinal’s direct line ran and after a few button pushes, a crystal clear voice came over the phone, it spoke quickly, but with no trace of panic or fear.

“Cardinal Vanmanti, Bishop Jacob, I am glad that you could attend to this business with us all. You were the last of the connections that needed to be made before we could officially begin.” There was the sound of movement and then a voice that no one in all of the Christian World could not recognize immediately, His Holiness, The Bishop Of Rome, The Pope.

“Followers and Servants of Christ, I have called you in this unique way to tell you of a development that cannot be addressed by the very small amount of people who currently know about it any longer. See this as a form of confession gentleman, and take the sanctity of that into consideration when you hear what I am about to say, outlandish as it may seem.”

“There are more than Three Secrets of Fatima.”

I am a significant fan of writing about the former Church of my Heart, so I present this as a sampling of what I hope will eventually become something more significant than what it currently is. I will not explain the Three Secrets of Fatima, it seems a little awkward for a pagan to describe the secret of secrets of the world’s largest religion.

Thoughts?

The Chronicle Of Caine – Part 1

Caine

“Does Time have meaning when you came before it? Does Death have a purpose when you were the first in all of Creation to cause it, save that who Created all? Most importantly, however, what is Morality when you are that which decides what the words right and wrong shall mean?” – Caine

Abel. he who was the first part of all my joy. The sweetest, the strongest. I was first born, I broke the earth with sharpness and planted the first seeds to grown, tended them and watched them grow to fruit and blossom. Able was second born, tended to those creations that Him Above had made and assisted them in their bloody births, fed them of that which I tended and watched them grow there, in the Land Of Nod, where the Light of Paradise shone and filled the sky.

One day, one day our father came to us and said unto us “Caine, Abel, to Him Above you must make sacrifice, a gift of the first part of all that you have. I, Caine, first born, gathered tender shoots, brightest fruits and the sweetest grass. Abel, second born Abel, slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals. On the altar of our Father we laid our sacrifices to Him Above and put them to the torch, we watched the smoke rise higher and higher to the One Above.

The sacrifice of the second born Abel smelled sweet to the One Above and He blessed Abel. I, first born Caine, was struck from beyond by a curse and a harsh word for my sacrifice was deemed unworthy. I looked at the sacrifice of Abel, still smoking, the flesh, the blood and I cried, I held my eyes and I prayed in the night and in the day.

When Father came to us again and said that the time for sacrifice had come again, Abel brought his youngest, his sweetest, his most beloved to the sacrificial fire. I did not bring my youngest, my sweetest, to the fire for I knew the One Above would not accept them. My brother Abel said unto me “Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of your joy, to burn at the altar of the One Above.”

I, with tears of love in my eyes, took sharp things and sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy, my brother.

The Blood of Abel covered the Altar and smelled sweet as it burned, but my father said “Cursed are you Caine, who killed your brother. As I was cast out so shall you be.” I was then exiled into the Darkness, to wander in the land Of Nod. I flew into the Darkness and I aw no source of Light and I was afraid, and I was alone.

I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Cold.
I was alone in the Darkness and I cried.

Then came to me a sweet voice. A voice who’s words were of honey. Words of succor, words of surcease spoke she. A woman Dark and Lovely, with eyes that pierced the Darkness, came to me.

“I know your story, Caine of Nod.”
“You are Hungry, come I have food!”
“You are Cold, come I have Warmth!”
“You are Sad, come I have Comfort!”

“I am your Fathers first wife, who disagreed with the One Above and gained Freedom in the Darkness.”

“I am Lilith”

Once I was Cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once I was Hungry, and there was no food for me.
Once I was Sad, and there was no comfort for me.

She took me in, She fed me, She clothed me.

In her arms I found comfort. I cried until blood trickled from my eyes and She kissed all of the tears away.

And I dwelt for a time, there in the House of Lilith and I asked her questions that I know that she had never been asked before.

“Out of Darkness, how did you build this place?”
“How did you make clothes?”
“How did you grow food?”

Lilith smiled at me with a softness and said that unlike me, she was Awake. She saw the Threads that spun all around you. She made that which She needed out of Power.

“Awaken me, then, Lilith,” I implored.

“I have need for this Power. Then, I can make my own clothes, make my own food, make my own House.”

Worry creased across Lilith’s brow as I asked this of Her.

“I do not know what the Awakening will do for you, for you are truly Cursed by your Father, the One Above.”

“You could die.”
“You could forever be changed.”

I said, “Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living. I would die without your gifts. I will not, I can not, live as your Thrall.”

Lilith loved me very much, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked, though she did not wish it.

So, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith, Awakened me. She cut herself with a knife and bled for me into a bowl. I drank deep.

It was sweet, so much sweeter than anything and everything that I had ever drunk until that very moment. I then fell into the Abyss.

I fell forever, falling into the deepest darkness, past that which none before me, or those that came after, had or ever would fall.

From the Darkness came a bright, shining Light, a fire in the Night of the Land Of Nod. In this fire the Archangel Michael revealed Himself to me and I, unafraid, asked him what his business was with me.

Michale, General Of Heaven, wielder of the Holy Flame, said unto me, “Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great, and yet the Mercy of my Father is even greater. Will you not repent this evil that you have done and let his mercy wash you clean?”

I said then to Micheal, “Not by the One Above’s grace, but mine own, will I live, in pride.

Michael cursed me then. “Then, for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will live in fear of my living flame, and it will bite deep and savor your flesh.”

In the morning, on lambent wings, Raphael came. Light over the horizon, the driver of the Sun, ward of the East.

Raphael spoke, “Caine, Son of Adam. Son of Eve. Your brother Abel forgives you your sin, will you not repent and accept the mercy of the Almighty?”

I said to Raphael, “Not by Abel’s forgiveness, but mine own will I be forgiven.”

Raphael cursed me then. “Then for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will fear the Dawn, and the suns rays will seek to burn you like fire where ever you hide always. Hide now for the Sun rises to take it’s wrath on you.”

I found a place deep in the Earth, and hid from the burning light of the Sun. Deep in the Earth I slept until the Light of the world was hidden behind the mountain of Night.

When I awoke from my sweep I heard the gentle rustling of wings and saw I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me. Uriel, reaper, angel of Death, dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness.

Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying “Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven your sin. Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?”

I said unto Uriel “Not by God’s mercy, but my own, will I live. I am what I am, I did what I did, and that will never change.”

Then, through dread Uriel, God Almighty cursed me, saying. “Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to Darkness.”

“You will drink only blood, You will eat only ashes. You will be always as you were at death, Never dying, living on. You will walk forever in Darkness, all you touch will crumble into nothing, until the last days.”

I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh. I wept blood.
I caught the tears in a cup and drank them.

“Does Time have meaning when you came before it? Does Death have a purpose when you were the first in all of Creation to cause it, save that who Created all? Most importantly, however, what is Morality when you are that which decides what the words right and wrong shall mean?” – Caine

Abel. he who was the first part of all my joy. The sweetest, the strongest. I was first born, I broke the earth with sharpness and planted the first seeds to grown, tended them and watched them grow to fruit and blossom. Able was second born, tended to those creations that Him Above had made and assisted them in their bloody births, fed them of that which I tended and watched them grow there, in the Land Of Nod, where the Light of Paradise shone and filled the sky.

One day, one day our father came to us and said unto us “Caine, Abel, to Him Above you must make a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of all that you have. I, Caine, firstborn, gathered tender shoots, brightest fruits, and the sweetest grass. Abel, second-born Abel, slaughtered the youngest, the strongest, the sweetest of his animals. On the altar of our Father, we laid our sacrifices to Him Above and put them to the torch, we watched the smoke rise higher and higher to the One Above.

The sacrifice of the second-born Abel smelled sweet to the One Above and He blessed Abel. I, firstborn Caine, was struck from beyond by a curse and a harsh word for my sacrifice was deemed unworthy. I looked at the sacrifice of Abel, still smoking, the flesh, the blood and I cried, I held my eyes and I prayed in the night and in the day.

When Father came to us again and said that the time for sacrifice had come again, Abel brought his youngest, his sweetest, his most beloved to the sacrificial fire. I did not bring my youngest, my sweetest, to the fire for I knew the One Above would not accept them. My brother Abel said unto me “Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice, a gift of the first part of your joy, to burn at the altar of the One Above.”

I, with tears of love in my eyes, took sharp things and sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy, my brother.

The Blood of Abel covered the Altar and smelled sweet as it burned, but my father said “Cursed are you Caine, who killed your brother. As I was cast out so shall you be.” I was then exiled into the Darkness, to wander in the land Of Nod. I flew into the Darkness and I saw no source of Light and I was afraid, and I was alone.

I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness and I grew Cold.
I was alone in the Darkness and I cried.

Then came to me a sweet voice. A voice who’s words were of honey. Words of succor, words of surcease spoke she. A woman Dark and Lovely, with eyes that pierced the Darkness, came to me.

“I know your story, Caine of Nod.”
“You are Hungry, come I have food!”
“You are Cold, come I have Warmth!”
“You are Sad, come I have Comfort!”

“I am your Fathers first wife, who disagreed with the One Above and gained Freedom in the Darkness.”

“I am Lilith”

Once I was Cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once I was Hungry, and there was no food for me.
Once I was Sad, and there was no comfort for me.

She took me in, She fed me, She clothed me.

In her arms I found comfort. I cried until blood trickled from my eyes and She kissed all of the tears away.

And I dwelt for a time, there, in the House of Lilith and I asked her questions that I know that she had never been asked before.

“Out of Darkness, how did you build this place?”
“How did you make clothes?”
“How did you grow food?”

Lilith smiled at me with a softness and said that unlike me, she was Awake. She saw the Threads that spun all around you. She made that which She needed out of Power.

“Awaken me, then, Lilith,” I implored.

“I have the need for this Power. Then, I can make my own clothes, make my own food, make my own House.”

Worry creased across Lilith’s brow as I asked this of Her.

“I do not know what the Awakening will do for you, for you are truly Cursed by your Father, the One Above.”

“You could die.”
“You could forever be changed.”

I said, “Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living. I would die without your gifts. I will not, I can not live as your Thrall.”

Lilith loved me very much, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked, though she did not wish it.

So, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith, Awakened me. She cut herself with a knife and bled for me into a bowl. I drank deep.

It was sweet, so much sweeter than anything and everything that I had ever drunk until that very moment. I then fell into the Abyss.

I fell forever, falling into the deepest darkness, past that which none before me, or those that came after, had or ever would fall.

From the Darkness came a bright, shining Light, a fire in the Night of the Land Of Nod. In this fire, the Archangel Michael revealed Himself to me and I, unafraid, asked him what his business was with me.

Michale, General Of Heaven, wielder of the Holy Flame, said unto me, “Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great, and yet the Mercy of my Father is even greater. Will you not repent this evil that you have done and let his mercy wash you clean?”

I said then to Micheal, “Not by the One Above’s grace, but mine own, will I live, in pride.

Michael cursed me then. “Then, for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will live in fear of my living flame, and it will bite deep and savor your flesh.”

In the morning, on lambent wings, Raphael came. Light over the horizon, the driver of the Sun, ward of the East.

Raphael spoke, “Caine, Son of Adam. Son of Eve. Your brother Abel forgives you your sin, will you not repent and accept the mercy of the Almighty?”

I said to Raphael, “Not by Abel’s forgiveness, but mine own will I be forgiven.”

Raphael cursed me then. “Then for as long as you walk this Earth, you and your children will fear the Dawn, and the sun’s rays will seek to burn you like fire where ever you hide always. Hide now for the Sun rises to take its wrath on you.”

I found a place deep in the Earth and hid from the burning light of the Sun. Deep in the Earth, I slept until the Light of the world was hidden behind the mountain of Night.

When I awoke from my sweep I heard the gentle rustling of wings and saw I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me. Uriel, reaper, Angel of Death, dark Uriel who dwells in Darkness.

Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying “Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven your sin. Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?”

I said unto Uriel “Not by God’s mercy, but my own, will I live. I am what I am, I did what I did, and that will never change.”

Then, through dread Uriel, God Almighty cursed me, saying. “Then, for as long as you walk this earth, you and your children will cling to Darkness.”

“You will drink only blood, You will eat only ashes. You will be always as you were at death, Never dying, living on. You will walk forever in Darkness, all you touch will crumble into nothing, until the last days.”

I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh. I wept blood.
I caught the tears in a cup and drank them.

The Dark – 3 – Cipher

The Dark

It is not often that you get to tell people what the poison does to you as it courses through every part of you.

It was raining, it always seemed like it was raining though. It was okay though, it matched the mood that she was in and she could wrap herself in the distant flashes of lightning and the rumbles of thunder that made everything in the world stop for a moment and take notice of the magnificence above them. Not even trying to avoid getting wet, Desiree walked to her car and relished as each drop of rain hitting her, the image of them exploding into steam as they came into contact with her white-hot rage was the only thing that made her smile that entire day in truth.

Now that she was in the car, she pulled her laptop out of the bag on the passenger seat and put it in her lap. She whistled a little as it took it’s sweet time to boot up, the rain getting heavier as it did, coming down in dancing sheets that criss-crossed one another as they did. The puddles growing and then combining until at last they formed a little river of water that sought the most direct way down as they could, their nature programming them to do the one and only thing that was right to do in this situation. Desiree smiled at that thought, taking strength in the knowledge that she was not alone in simply doing what was programmed into her very being.

The computer finally had gone through all of the damnable things she had programmed it to do before she was able to use it for what she needed it to do, Desiree smiled at the little kitten that was her wallpaper and opened up the program and began to type in a very methodical way, making sure each word was precisely what it needed to be lest the meaning of them be muddled by those that read them after she put them where she would.

“Hello,

I know you are all so very confused about why I would do this, so I thought I would try to explain the best I can. After all, you are all so fucking entitled you will obviously think that you are owed this. Who am I to deny the powerful their satisfaction after all?

I am doing this, well, at this point I suppose I should say that I have done this because all of you disgust me. So yes, simply put, that is why.

No though, no there is more.

I hate you and your pretentiousness, your delusions of importance, your absolute denial of reality when things do not go your way. No, no I do not want your money or the tin empire you have built over a boiling lake of fire. I do not want anything of yours, except that which I am taking, well, allow me to correct myself, that I have taken.

I will not hurt you, goodness no I am not a sociopath after all. I admit I was surprised and a little disappointed when they told me I wasn’t, but hey, we can’t all have everything we want right?

To get to that point. I am sure you noticed that when you got home today there was a letter to each of you that had been slipped in some way in a place that I knew you would get it. There is no poison, no death threats. No. No, NO.

All it is a 4096 character block of text and numbers. It will look like a computer crashed and printed it, and, well in a way I suppose that is right in a way.

See while all of you punched and kicked me, teased and hated me, lorded your wealth and power over me, I gained access to each and every one of your lives in the most intimate ways. See, that block of text there, different for each of you as I am sure you will find out when you show them to one another, which of course you will, is the entirety of who and what you are. It is your money, your credentials, your ownerships of houses and cars, and boats. It is every credit card, bought GPA score, Social Security Numbers, Passport Numbers, all of it.

No, not blackmail, hush now.

I don’t want your money. I never did. I simply wanted kindness. You were disinclined, and, as such, so am I.

Twelve hours from now every single piece of you will be forever deleted in ways that you will be surprised at the impossibility of recovery. I did leave an out though. I am not a monster.

Decipher it.

After that, the instructions are truly so simple that you can do them with your eyes shut in a dark room.

Take Care Now Kids,

Desiree.”

Sent was hit to the 382 email addresses. It was done now.

No, of course, there wasn’t a way to fix it. Desiree wasn’t a sociopath, but a compulsively selective truth-teller, that she had that in spades.