Satan, death, lillith and a disconcertingly familiar stranger are in a room together. When the stranger speaks, her voice resembles an impression of lillith’s voice, with the mannerisms of death and the unmistakable sense of speaking to the devil.
The room flashes, and then is empty. A door appears at each of the four cardinal directions:
The north and south doors open and two figures enter, from either direction. Facing each other, they turn and stand back-to-back, step forward one cubit and wait, silently.
The east and west doors open and two more figures enter, one an androgyne and the other similarly built but its movements imply a warm-blooded avian or reptilian hybrid.
The doors close and vanish. The north door’s occupant, a handsome male with light stubble and a sword in hand, the blade visibly shortened due to wear stops some eight inches out from the hilt, jumps backward, flipping over the now-moonwalking south door occupant, who then spins military-style into place, facing north, as the airborne figure lands nimbly and with a smile, sheaths the sword at his left side. At the right is a small cavalry bugle, tarnished and dented.
The west door’s guest, the androgynous figure, shifts slightly between genders as it glides without any apparent motion in a slight but definitive clockwise motion, and as the room dims slightly, the androgyne and the bird-like Other visibly assume the other’s position without observable exchange or movement.
Turning, all four figures face the center of the room but stare through each other. The north man, similar in build, but very distinctive in his face and demeanor, is baby-faced and his long hair is pulled into a delicate and masterfully composed queue of black hair. the west occupant, appearing darkened and difficult to focus the eyes on directly, appears feathered out of the corner of the right eye but from the left, resembles a scintillating, horse-hair-fine scaled ninja, almost straight out of a video game. The southern occupant, though more physically attractive, is slightly unkempt but to the discerning witness, this would be because of not only the identity, but recent history and nature of his line of duty which not so much cause, but allow for the slight stubble and less-than-perfect appearance. The eastern and fourth figure, the androgyne, appears male but almost genderless, but speaks with a deep, husky voice reminiscent of a bar singer who’s been drinking and smoking for hours, and is dressed in a blinding white toga, trimmed with gold and purple satin and bearing an olive branch in one hand, a funeral lily in the other, and also has an identical scabbard to the south man, also with sword.
The four figures begin to hum in a four-part harmony composed of sacred frequencies, not audibly harmonious to a human listener, but definitely connected through numeric cymography to each other, without specifically echoing or simple-interval harmonizing outright.
The room begins to shake and spin, as the four figures dissipate into a vortex surrounding a single figure, standing in the center of the small circle around which the four had been positioning themselves. The new figure breathes, coughs, and then lights a cigarette.
as the room flashed, two of the four initial occupants were barely able to register perception of the possibility that the interaction they had witnessed during the flash was genuine, but their questions are soon answered as the figure materializing in a brief vortical puff of gaseous ectoplasm, which smells of both fresh roses and decaying organics. Before they can exchange looks, the figure snaps a finger and all four vanish entirely, without fanfare, sound, light or visible change. A slight breeze ripples through the nearly-empty room and then a moment later, the four figures reappear, entering through doors which have just materialized at the four cardinal directions.
As luke, mark, matthew and john realize that what the man claiming to have been the son of god had actually come true after all, as awesome as he had promised it would, the being in the chemical haze realizes he has stood up without using muscles to do so, and remembers how long it’s been since he’s been able to remember how to do that.
As the memory fades back into the here and now, the figure in the center of the room looks directly at the reader from within the Literary Textual microcosm of the scenario and gives a thumbs up, the path has been cleared of negative influence for the night.
A small sign appears within the reader’s imagination, with a note stating that the effect will wear off when it’s time for bed tomorrow night, and a subtitle notes that the effect will autonomously re-engage each time unless otherwise specified in a similarly worded prayer.
So it is written, as below so it may be above, and beyond that is just another view of the within, but from outside of the rational objective macrocosm.
-6/14/10, 5:47am cst (confirmed 'an hero' of a Matthew occurred concurrently across town)