Ramblings of a madman extract (1963) (edited by author) – Lilith Legend: Rising
EDITORS NOTE: Ramblings was a jumbled mess when I first came across it. It had been written by a patient at Cranleigh Hospital who it was later believed to have been possessed. I cannot speak to the validity of the possession. All that I can say is that he died shortly after being admitted. I have tidied the notes to make them easier to read. I have had to use extracts from other sections to keep it short and keep what is written here relevant to the “legend”. No known original copies of the original “Book of Lilith” are known to exist.
Princess Sophia is a teenage bitch. There is no polite or easy way to say it, so why not just blurt it out.
Let the hating run free; amen, brother.
Spoiling a child is an excellent way to create a broken one. Sometimes a child has to hear the word no. It is only two letters, and it does them good. When she had wanted something, she had got something. When Sophia had wanted to go on holiday, she had been gifted the keys to a remote land. This was why when she 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. She had stormed from the Throne room and to the castles attic. The attic was her space, her private place where nobody else went. She stood in her jeans and blouse and looked at the mirror.
The mirror had been built and crafted back in the old times from elden wood. It was, she thought, quite an impossible thing. It was ancient, older than anyone she could know. Possibly even older than the castle itself. If it was so old, she mused, then how was it so perfectly formed? She had mirrors of her own. Made by the finest craftsmen in the world, and yet, not one was as smooth as this. This mirror had not one blemish. Even after all this time, the surface had no smudges.
The mirror had one purpose, and that purpose was to be the jail for the Deviless Lilith. Now you may ask yourself the question, and we all have, why keep the mirror? Magic 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 it does have magic and some 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 to do? The mirror had to be stored somewhere, and where else other than the capital castle? That was the price; humanity had to keep it. It was a price her jailer had been happy with; he had (mostly) liked humanity. It had been forgotten over the ages, as was planned. A mythical thing linked to a tale that many (now) did not believe. Had it been a better time for the kingdom, it may have ended in a museum, but it did not. It had ended up in the castles loft, in the room where Sophia now stood, staring at it.
It was said that Lilith had forged the pathways between worlds in years long since passed using her trees as roots. Roots that had burrowed from one world to the next. She 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 thing to like. And, what is not to like about trees? She could have used many other things, but trees seemed the easiest to work with. They were sentient but not self-aware in the way many other candidates were. Cats can see multiple worlds, not quite in the same way, but close enough for what she needed. But have you ever tried to get a cat to do what you want? It’s a pain in the arse, and the few times that she had tried it, the results had been unpredictable. No trees were best, easy to use and looked the part. Lilith saw 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 pretty majestic even if she did say so herself. A spiderweb of worlds all linked together with roots.
Then Merlin had come along. Meddlesome magic man Merlin. Long before he had created the legend that was Arthur, he had summoned the dragon and trapped her in this damn mirror. Serpent’s breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making. The chant of making (Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha).
Pompous little twerp, who was he to say what she could and could not do. There was an infinite number of worlds to see! What did it matter if she used a few for her own gains? By just being there, she had probably spawned another! There was always going to be others. In some, she had just explored; in others, she had played and had fun (she does like her games), and in others, she had learnt.
The brat, Sophia, looked into the mirror, and Lilith, looked out. Like the book she had once read on one world, she really was through the looking glass.
Sophia knew the story behind the mirror. How the great wizard Marlon (ed. note. As spelt in notes and underlined) had captured the Deviless. She had not believed a word of it when she had found a mirror safely stored away in the basement, long since forgotten. The myth confined to children’s books and the elder’s memories. The mirror had called out to her, pleading to be broken. She still did not believe it was Lilith, but what if it was magical? What if it could do what she wanted? Magic mirrors were also in the old tales, and they were not always bad. Sophia, however, had her own ideas on what to do with the mirror. If the voice in the mirror wanted to be free, to escape. Then first, it would have to help her. So she asked for help, and the voice of the mirror obliged. What did it matter, Sophia thought, if she did not keep her end of the deal? Maybe she would, maybe she would not.
Slow and steady, that was what Lilith had planned. 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. Lilith thought. This thought was quickly followed by the realisation that she was a princess; she must have had access to hundreds of the damned things. Kids, she would never understand them, not that she wanted to. Still, your wish is my command and all that, yadda yadda yadda. “Well in order to do that we will need a very simple spell”, Lilith replied.
“I can’t do that. Magic is not real and, it is banned!” Sophia said like she was talking to one of her many staff. Lilith rolled her eyes inside the mirror. Sophia could only see herself in the mirror. Lilith could see out like it was a window. It was better that way; had Sophia seen Lilith, she may not have been so malleable. Was she, the great Lilith, dealing with the stupid or the naive, probably both? “If magic is not real”, Lilith countered. “then why is it banned?” Lilith continued, “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?” Then, as an afterthought, she added, “If magic is not real, what is the harm anyway?”
She had observed that critical decisions had led to the creation of new worlds. A world where she had never existed had no monsters. A world without myth and legend had no magic, and so on. She had also discovered that the at the centre of it all was one world, the starting point. The world where someone had once sat and decided – maybe, this was her thinking on the matter – to kill someone, and it had spawned a second. One world where they had committed murder and a second where they had not.
This world had evolved over time and now was inhabited by billions of humans. All of them running around like ants on an anthill reproducing at an exponential rate. Maybe that world would pop? What then? What of the other worlds? She did not know the answer, but what questions these were! This world, this starting point, had a phrase that she had grown to love. As Princess Sophia ran from the room, confused at the idea that if magic exists, why ban it. “Fuck it”, Lilith muttered to herself in anger as the door of the attic room slammed shut.
Thankfully for Lilith, the following day, the princess came back. A deal was struck, and Lilith told her the ingredients she needed, how to mix them and apply them. It was a one-time potion, she warned. It would work but once, so be sure to ask for what your heart truly desires.
Sophia collected the ingredients needed, mixed them and prepared to slip them into his drink. They were not hard to find, with a dash of her own blood as the final step. A quick pinprick and squeeze, and it was done. She was a princess, and if she wanted a pony, then 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, ogling the cleavage of some staff, she had slipped the concoction into his wine and then watched as he drank every last drop. Then she had asked him once more, and he told her that he would consider it. That night she dreamt of ponies. The following day her father had bought her one.
Days passed before she revisited the mirror. “It worked, it worked”, she had exclaimed, screaming as loudly as a chicken caught by a fox. Of course, it worked, you stupid child. I told you it would, and if there is one thing I don’t do, it is telling lies! Lilith thought. What she said, however, was, “I know my child. Now it is only fair that you release me.”. Lilith knew what she wanted. What Lilith had not counted on was what the Princess had wanted. “I think not”, said the princess, full of herself. “First, you shall help me some more”.
Help you some more? I’ll rip your damn head off and feed it to great unknowing! I shall pull your spine out, lick the blood from it and then wear it like a fucking scarf! A SPARF! More, MORE! What are you, Oliver Cocking Twist!
Lilith sighed deeply under her breath and figuratively bit her tongue. “So be it”, she said. The holidays came and went. Sophia had seen a dress she wanted, and so it was hers. A man, and so she had gotten him regardless of who else it may have harmed. Instead of nagging at her mother and father, she now went to the mirror. Finally, Sophia wanted to leave and have her own place in the world, Lilith refused. “But you can’t”, the princess had protested.
“I can, and I have. I owe you nothing”, Lilith replied, blanking the mirror. The princess now only saw a shimmering sea of mercury. Lilith could still see out, and she watched. This fish had proven harder to catch and squirmier than she had thought. Sometimes you have to take a gamble.
Sophia stomped out of the room and vowed never to go back. “Damn you mirror, damn you to the outer seals of the Estrad Seal!” She had screamed as she left. Like most times with the princess, her defiance would not last long. Had she not grown tired of things quite so quickly, she probably would not have found herself in this situation. There is a lesson to be learned here, be grateful for what you have.
A few moons passed, and she found herself, once again, standing in front of the mirror. Looking in at it, she asked, “Tell me what I need to do”. So Lilith told her.
Breaking a cursed object is never easy. Breaking one that was cursed by the power needed to hold Lilith could only be done one way. If there was a will, then there was a way, and Sophia 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. It was not meant to be. It was a portal tree. A gateway to another world, the mirror had told her. It was older than almost everything in this world. It would allow her access to the prime world, 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 by the wizard Merlin (or Marlon as she knew him). She would depart from this world and end up in the starting world, in the village of Tintagel. She checked her bag, and she had all the tools she had been told she would need. She stood before the tree and said the chant precisely as she had been told. One for the tree, one for the cave, the mirror had said.
The tree groaned and creaked at first, its old limbs and bark having to move in ways it had not done for centuries. Then slowly, it opened up, showing Sophia deep darkness, a black that feels like it is sucking in all the other colours of the world. It almost felt alive. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stepped forwards into the darkness.
As 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. This was not a holiday that would come later. Sophia walked from the tree and turned to look at it. It was exactly the same as the one she had used in her own world, but this was not the same place. She knew that instantly. The air was dirty and smelt strange, almost a burning smell; the fumes were deeply unpleasant. The castle stood atop the hill, and that means 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 and took in the breeze. This was better, she thought as she wandered. The golden sand below her feet. The sea breeze was refreshing, and it also blew the fumes that she had first encountered away, leaving just the fresh, salty smell of the sea air. How could anyone live in this world, she thought. They must all be suffocating! 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. Sophia 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. It had forced its way up through the ground right before her eyes. Pushing the sand and rock from the bed of the cave to one side. The stone was smaller than she had imagined, just three feet square, with a slit in the top where the sword had once sat. The sword of legend across so many worlds. Had the sword been here, well, she would have been a happy bunny. Who needed a mirror when you had the one sword of kings and queens?
The stone had long lost most of its magic. This is a world where magic was on its last legs. Dying its last, the ability to use it only held by a rare few. She removed the hammer and chisel from her bag and then positioned 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. She had hit it hard enough. This one allowed a few pea-sized stones to fall. It was enough; she did not need a large chunk. It was not the size that mattered; she chuckled to herself. It was the way that you used it. She picked up the tiny stones and then said the spell once again, and the large stone vanished before her eyes. Sucked back into the underworld, the land beneath her feet. She headed back to the tree and away from this strange stinky land.
It was winter back in her own world, and the frosty crispness of the air hit her the instant she emerged from the tree. Sophia had not noticed it in the other direction. She checked her bag, expecting the small stones to have vanished, but they had not. She had three of them. She only needed the one. She headed back upstairs and back to the loft and mirror. The mirror seemed to glow in front of her. A shine illuminated from the silvery metal that it seemed to hold deep within. “Do you have what I asked?” Lilith asked her.
“I do”, she replied.
“Then do what I ask”, Lilith ordered. Sophia had no intention of setting this creature free without striking a deal. She knew she was dealing with a Deviless, Hell (literally) the first demon, or so the stories told. She still did not believe, not really, but why take an unnecessary risk? She was going to protect herself first. “You have said you never lie”, this was not so much a question; it was 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. Besides, she had said, do not, she had not said, can not. “So anything we agree now, you will keep your word?” Sophia asked. “My word is my bond. It is all I have”, Lilith had replied.
“Then I have two conditions”. Lilith had been about to ask her to name them, but Sophia continued. “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, or anyone connected with you. 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 would hold herself to what she promised. She would give her word occasionally, and she would make deals often. She always did it carefully. She knew exactly how she would handle this; she would give the princess precisely what she wanted. She had to wait, though, too soon, and the little shit might smell a trap. Take too long, and knowing the little brat, she’d get bored and leave. Such is the attention span of youth.
So she waited. Lilith counted down in her head from fifteen. She wanted to give the illusion that she was thinking of over. “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. 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. A bolt of black lightning strikes down the centre of the silvery glass. The brilliant metallic look vanished. It left only a cracked, clear pane of glass. The elden wood behind it still looked as good as new. Sophia waited, expecting the worse. The moment the stone had touched the glass, she had thought it a bad idea, but nothing happened.
Then the castle shook, then the ground and finally the world.
Sophia dashed down the castle stairs once the shaking had stopped. She needed to see what had happened. She had to see what she had done. Horror filled her mind and body. It sucked her soul down into the lowest part of her belly and held it there. 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. Blood dripped along the branches and to the floor. The drips holding a brutal and painful fascination.
Sophia rushed to the throne room, and she found the same. Her parents, along with everyone else hanging from branches. Parts of them on the floor and parts entangled from where the trees had entered. The lifeless bodies just hanging with blood running down their clothes. The dripping was maddening. It seemed to echo and be amplified by the old stone walls. Sophia looked at her parents and tried to scream. No sound emerged. Her vocal cords were paralysed by shock. She then remembered something her father had once said. She had been playing, climbing trees, and he had caught her as she had fallen. “You’ll be the death of me, young lady”, he had said. And so she had been. This time the scream came, it came fast, and it came loud. It was still not enough to dampen the dripping noises that seemed to be vacationing in her head.
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 Sophia could see. The trees stretched over roads, holding each other like humans with linked hands at a May Day fete. They had blanked out the sunlight leaving only the tiniest haze of light. Each one was 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 agreed, this will be the last you shall see of me.