From Aliens to Demons

“A hero’s journey is long and winding, but a hero always finds the way,” my mother read. “That’s the end of the story, Anya. Good night.” After she left, I pulled out the book and stared at the picture of the hero and her friends, wishing I could be one of them.

A dull thud roused me from sleep. The bedtime book had slipped off my covers and onto the wooden floor. I must had fallen asleep with it. I could just make out the picture of the heroes i so wanted to be, yet there was something different about them in these small hours

As my eyes tried to piece together the cover illustrations that now rested against my floor. Slowly I felt their resistance to sleep begin to fade as my room faded from view until a floorboard creaked me awake again. My eyes shot open to a pair of boots standing before me,

tap-dancing midair. I confusedly watched it for quite a while until it slap- no, kicked me across the cheek. "No hello? No thank you very much for honoring me with your beautiful dance? Sheesh, who taught you humans manners?" It sulkily sped away and I finally got my bearings. I

pulled out my space map. Ah yes, two lefts, a right and the galaxy depot should be on my left. As I started walking I noticed the tap-dancing kick-happy alien had returned and was following me. “Where are you going, smelly human?” he asked. “Is this about that silly treasure?”

“You wouldn’t understand, alien,” I said, mostly trying to ignore him as I made my way in the direction of the galaxy depot. I hoped he would stop following me, but he continued close behind me. The tapping of his feet was annoying. “I understand treasure,” he said. “What I don’t

understand is why you, Mortal, don’t seem to care about it. I though wealth was all your kind cared about!” “Pretty judgmental, aren’t you?” I said. I turned away and pulled my menomanator out of my bag. I pointed it at the alien.

The beast looked surprised, then started singing. “Menah menah, do doo do do do... menah menah, do doo do do do!” It wasn’t my greatest invention, but it was the funniest.

Or so i thought then.. Now all is diferent,not funny,no sad,only loneliness and apathy. I know evil is near... The gambit clear... My soul naked shows deep ugliness and i like it,i want absolute power,i know Im going to sell it . Devil smiles ,is so easy.....

I surrender to forces within and without. I am elevated and unmatched. An unholy conduit, a wormhole for malice to traverse. I leech the power and cunning of those around me until I am complete. The only action left is to light my own fuse. My combustion is bright and terrifying.