How Lilith Came Back.
Princess Sophia was a bitch. There is no polite or easy way to say it so why not just blurt it out. Spoiling a child – like the oompa loompas taught us – is usually a good way to create a broken one. When she had wanted a pony she had got a pony, when she had wanted to go on holiday she had gone on holiday. Needless to say when she wanted something she had always gotten it. This is why when she had demanded at the age of sixteen to be allowed her own house and grounds she had found it quite a shock when her parents had said no. Storming of into the castles attic - her place to go when the injustices of her world occasionally thwarted her - she stood looking at the mirror.
The mirror had been built and crafted back in the old times from elden wood with one purpose and that purpose was to house the demoness Lilith. Now you may ask the question and we all do, why keep the mirror. This is where magic in this part of the worlds always comes with a price. Each world is different some have magic some do not. Some have no monsters others have many. This world is in many ways like our own but with magic and monsters. Most of the monsters are long since gone, either defeated in battles or died from extinction. Without their mother on hand for support then what else were they do to?
Lilith had forged the pathways between worlds in years long since past using trees as the roots, she had liked trees it was one of the few things she liked no matter what world she visited. Trees plant their roots in one world and spread to all others so they had also been the easiest choice. She could have used other things but trees seemed the easiest to work with. Cats for example could see multiple worlds not quite in the same way (they saw the ones they wanted to at the same time) but have you ever tried to get a cat to do what you want? Its a pain in the arse and the few times she had tried it the results were unpredictable. No trees were best, easy to use and looked the part. She imagined a great vast openness with each world floating in it. Connected to each other by a series of roots spawned from cursed trees all her own making, and it looked quite majestic even if she did say so herself. Then Merlin had come along. Long before he had created the legend that was Arthur he had summoned the dragon and trapped her in this damn mirror. Pompous little twerp, who was he to say what she could and could not do. There were an infinite number of worlds to see what did it matter if she used a few for her own gains? There were always going to be others. In some she had just explored, in others she had played and had fun and in others she had learnt. Speaking of learning, here comes the damn brat again. The brat looking in to the mirror and she looking out. Like the book she had once read on one world, she really was truly through the looking glass.
Sophia knew the story behind the mirror. How the great wizard Marlon had captured the Demoness. She had not believed a word of it when she had found the mirror safely stored away in the basement, long since forgotten. The myth confined to children's books and the elders memories. The mirror had called out to her pleading to be broken. Sophia however had other ideas. If the voice in the mirror wanted to be free first it would have to help her. So she asked for help, and so the mirror obliged.
Grudgingly, Lilith thought.
Slow and steady, that was the plan. Bait, hook and then slow with the reeling. “I want a pony, how can I get one” the brat had asked.
Of course you do, how very original.
“Well in order to do that we will need a very simple spell” Lilith had replied.
“I can’t do that. Magic is not real and it is banned!” Sophia had said. Lilith rolled her eyes in the mirror, was she dealing with the stupid, the naive, probably both? “If magic is not real, then why is it banned? And Yet here we are in a place with no magic and you are talking to a mirror. So ask yourself are you mad or is magic real? If magic is not real then what is the harm anyway?”.
She had observed that key decisions had led to the creation of new worlds. A world for example where she had never existed had no monsters. A world without myth and legend had no magic, and so on. What she had also discovered was the at the centre of it all was one world the start point. The world where someone had once sat and decided – maybe – to kill someone and it had spawned a second. One world where they committed murder and a second where they had not. This world had of course evolved over time and now was inhabited by billions of humans all running around like ants on a anthill. This word had a phrase that she had grown to love. As Princess Sophia ran from the room, confused at the idea that magic does exist as if it did not then why ban it. “Fuck it” she muttered to herself. Thankfully the following day the princess came back. She was told the ingredients that she would need, how to mix them and when to apply them. It was a one time potion it would work but once, so be sure to ask for what your heart truly desires. She collected the ingredients needed, mixed them and prepared to slip them into his drink. She was after all a princess and if she wanted a pony who was he, or anyone else for that matter to deny her that?. Supper came and went, her father having his usual glass of wine at the end of the evening. When he was distracted elsewhere she slipped the concoction into his wine and watched as he drank every last drop. That night she dreamed of ponies, the next morning her father had bought her one.
Days past before she revisited the mirror. “It worked, it worked” she had exclaimed.
Of course it worked, stupid child I told you it would and if there is one thing I don't do it is lie!
“I know my child, Now it is only fair that you release me from my prison. You can then have whatever your heart desires”. Lilith knew what she wanted, what she had not counted on was what the Princess had wanted. “I think not” said the princess. “First you shall help me some more”
Help you some more? I’ll rip your damn head off and feed it to great unknowing!
She sighed “So be it”. The holidays came and went, she saw a dress she wanted it was hers. A man, she got him irregardless of who else it harmed. Finally she wanted to leave and have her own place in the world, Lilith had refused. “But you cant” she had protested.
“I can and I have” Lilith replied, blanking the mirror. The princess stared at the mirror seeing only darkness in it now the reflection hidden from her view. She stomped out of the room and vowed never to go back. Like most times with the princess her defiance did not last long. Had she not grown tired of things quite so quickly she probably would not have found herself in this situation. We rejoin her now as we did at the start standing by the mirror, looking in at it. “Tell me what I need to do”. So Lilith told her.
Breaking a cursed object was never easy, breaking one that was cursed by the power needed to hold her could only be done one way and one way only. Where there was a will there was a way and she found herself stood in front of the giant oak tree in the castle grounds. The tree had always given her the creeps she did not know why, but maybe this was the reason. A gateway to another world the mirror had told her, older than almost everything in this world it would allow her access to the prime and on the prime she would find what she needed to break the spell. What she could not know, for how could she, was that this particular tree had been used my the wizard Merlin. She would depart from this world and end up in prime, in the village of Tintagel. She checked her bag, she had all the tools she needed. With everything being set she said the chant exactly as she had been told. The tree groaned and creaked at first, then slowly it opened up showing her a deep darkness a black that feels like it is sucking in all the other colours of the world. She took a breath and stepped forwards.
As it is often the case it was raining in Cornwall. It was just her luck that she had not dressed for the weather, still she did not plan on staying here for long. The air was dirty and smelt strange, almost a burning smell, the fumes were deeply unpleasant. The castle stood atop the hill and that must mean the cave is just by the shoreline. She let her eyes follow the great blue sea and then she saw the beach and at the end of the beach the cave. She wandered along the coast taking in the breeze, this was better she thought as she wandered. The sea breeze was refreshing and it also blew the fumes that she had first encountered away leaving just the fresh salty smell. The cave was open as she was told it would be and she walked inside. At the end of the cave there was a solid wall, she had been told to expect this and to just chant the second spell. She once again said it perfectly and the stone appeared in front of her. The stone was smaller than she had imagined, just three feet square – give or take – the slit in the top where the sword had once sat. Had the sword still been implanted then she would not have been able to do what she planned but the stone had long lost most of its magic. This is a world where magic was on its last legs. She removed the hammer and chisel from her bag. Putting the chisel on the stone she hit it with all her might. The stone may have lost most of its magic but it still held some. A stone that was not enchanted would have let a large chunk fall away, this one let a few pea sized stones. It was enough, it was not the size that mattered she chuckled to herself, it was the way you used it. She picked up the tiny stones, said the spell once again and the large stone vanished before her eyes. She headed back to the tree.
It was winter back in her own world and the frosty crispness of the air hit her the instant she emerged from the tree. She checked her bag expecting the small stones to have vanished but they had not. She had three of them, that would be enough. She headed back upstairs and to the loft. The mirror seemed to glow in front of her. “Do you have what I asked?”
“I do” she replied.
“Then do what I ask”. She had no intention of setting this creature free without striking a deal first. She knew she was dealing with a demoness, hell (literally) the first demon. She was going to protect herself first. “You have said you never lie” it was not so much a question as more of a statement.
Oh for the love of all things evil, here we go Lilith thought. “It is true I do not lie” and it was true, why would she lie when she could avoid or misdirect. “So anything we agree now, you will keep your word?”
“My word is my bond, it is all I have here”
“Then I have two conditions. One, I want to be free to do what I want. I don't want anyone in this castle to ever look for me. Two I never want to see, hear, feel, sense you or any of your minions ever again. You must never attempt to contact, harm or otherwise interfere with my life after this point”. Had she been less selfish and less of a bitch then she probably would have thought to protect at least her own world, if not all the others. Unfortunately as we know she was spoilt and only ever thought of herself. Lilith was bound by what she promised, like her creator she could make deals, she was bound by them and could not break those deals. This one took no time at all to consider she knew exactly how she would handle this, she would give the princess exactly what she wanted. She had to wait though, to soon and she might smell a trap. Take to long and knowing the little brat she’d get bored and leave. “You have my word” she finally said. Sophia took one of the stones from her bag and threw it at the mirror. There was no force involved, thankfully she did not need to throw it hard just the slightest of contact would be enough. The mirror cracked the second the stone touched it splitting in two straight down the middle. The reflection vanished leaving only a cracked clean pane of of glass, the elden wood behind it looking as good as new. She waited, expecting the worse but nothing happened. Then the castle shook, then the ground and finally the world.
She dashed down the stairs of the castle once the shaking had stopped to see what had happened. Massive tree branches had breached the castle walls and windows impaling people upon them. They were hanging from the branches like Christmas decorations on a tree. Rushing to the thrown room she found the same. Her parents along with everyone else hanging from branches parts of them on the floor parts entangled from where the trees had entered. The world shook again and it was covered in a blanket of darkness. Outside the world was covered in trees each one reaching as far as she could see. They had blanked out the sunlight leaving only darkness behind. Each one a separate pathway to another world. Now able to be seen by every man, woman and child left in this world. Outside the castle was a branch with a note pinned to it.
“Thank you Sophia. You will never be bothered by anyone in the castle ever again as I promised. Also as promised this will be the last you shall see of me.