The king's eyes

I am stunned... I am faced with a task of great magnitude.

When I have to work for someone, a large part must come from the will of the person himself. It is almost impossible to make something out of nothing. We develop, we multiply, we make more intense, more alive, more numerous, more beautiful, more what you want.

But creating from nothing... Working against the will of the subject... I dare not think so but yes, it’s a lost cause.

Samael doesn’t quite know it but he doesn’t want to be saved. His demonic part will never let anyone probe his mind and body again... Even if it’s inevitable to heal him.

I’m going around in circles in my room... What a headache. Yet I can’t give up... It’s just not an option.

I have to deal with that. I have to find a way. I have to think in stages.

This rampart... The first dam... This demon.

It’s like an autoimmune disease... The body wants to defend itself but attacks itself. A kind of vicious circle.

He’s damn aggressive... But I can’t let him crush me. We will have to fight a little, but not in the same way because it is certain that it will never work. I have to take a roundabout way... Be more cunning.

How does a daemon work? Because there, this part has completely taken over even if at the start he is only a quarter demon. It has grown in size. He fed on his unhappiness, his anger, his grief.

A demon is raw, and sharp. He is absolutely the opposite of who I am... Calm, gentle, pure, subtle, and peaceful.

He won’t even let me near him right now... He looks like an aggressive dog because he’s been beaten all his life... Because he’s only known pain...

Aggression is a defense...it is a protection.

Samael protects himself...

Damn, I’m comparing our king to a dog, forgive me Samael. But this image speaks to me. If I had to treat an aggressive dog, how would I proceed?

I’ll try to approach him slowly. That he can understand that he has nothing to fear... Then I will try to bring him what he lacks so that he accepts my help...

I think it’s a good lead. But how to come to him? He rejected me without even giving me a chance to talk to him.

No, I cannot have access to his person at the moment. He has no will to let me do anything. I have to start with the demon, without Samael...

A demon... He hides, he doesn’t like the light... He likes the night. He is never as alive as the night. I have to act at night. But not directly of course...

He is not even aware of his demonic part. His mind is divided? The demon spirit... the unawareness of the demonic presence... The subconscious separated from the conscious. The consciousness is Samael... The subconscious is the demon...

My brain has been working so hard for hours that I’m shaking.

I have to face the demon... Samael’s subconscious...

The subconscious... The night... The dream?

That’s it. I hold something.

I will find the demon at night, I must intervene in his dreams. Am I going to be able to project my consciousness into his unconsciousness? I have to. Samael, I have to interfere in your dreams. I must speak with the demon that dominates your mind.

I’m going to use my witch powers. I have to manage to relax... I’ve never had this experience but it costs nothing to try. I’m going to need the magic of the elements... But I’m in this room, and it’s very late, too late to go outside without being suspected of planning something fishy.

I will take everything I have on me from nature. My dried plants and my stones for the earth. I’m going to light a candle for the light, I’m going to let in a little wind by half-opening the window. For water, it’s not ideal but I’ll do with the water from the small bathroom. I pour some into a bowl and dip my hands. I touch my temples with my wet hands.

It is dark now, my lit candle will serve as a guide for the journey into a hostile and dark subconscious. I lay down on the bed, close my eyes, then concentrate.

Not having the raw nature with me to awaken my powers, so,

I imagine myself in the forest. Barefoot to soak up the energy of the earth, I let the night wind twirl my long hair and my long white nightgown, the water is present everywhere with the humidity of the air, it passes through my pores and regenerates me.

With my candle in my hand, I walk in the middle of the woods. They are familiar to me. I am in my consciousness, my memories. I have to go further.

I continue to walk in the night...

I look for the moon but do not see it. It is getting darker and darker.

The forest begins to seem foreign to me, the atmosphere is dense and striking. I maintain the peace emanating from me, I keep it like a bubble around me.

I am the light in the night, I am the light and the purity that wants to light up the darkness.

I hear something... It’s far away but it’s approaching... A rumbling? It’s not human...

I think it’s the demon. I am in his world, in his lair. I am an intruder. I prefer to wait, rather than continue the intrusion. I have to act carefully, I have to let him come to me.

I hear the sound more distinctly, and closer. A growl... Loud, deep, painful.

I sit on the ground, legs cross-legged, a position of inner peace, a symbol of serenity. I keep my candle in my hand. I want him to see who I am, to see my face which reveals my energy and pure nature.

The growls are getting closer.

He appears a few meters in front of me.

Shining Red eyes, huge figure...

When I try to guess the shape of the demon, the moon appears above us and illuminates us with a soft glow.

There is hope. The light also exists in this subconscious. All is not lost.

I look again for the silhouette. He tries to hide from the light of the moon as if it's painful as if he had always lived in the dark... but he can't hide anymore, he knows he can't, so he stays there, mistrustful. He is too far for me to see him yet.

I wait.

He still growls.

I want to try to communicate... Whisper something...

I whisper the sweetest song I know. It’s elvish. The first song my father taught me. The one who pays homage to nature, to life, to the powers of the elements.

At first, I hear his growls louder, more aggressively, as he reveals himself. It’s a wolf, a giant vaporous black wolf... demonic. His shining red eyes probe me, and I let him.

I continue to whisper, I keep my inner peace. I’m an intruder for him, it’s normal for him to be aggressive... He wants to drive me out of his territory, he wants to defend his sanctuary. It’s healthy and natural, I’m not afraid.

I look him in the eye, unchallenged, only to show him that I’m going to stay here, that I’m here to guide him to peace, that I won’t leave, that I believe in him,

that I see him, that I want to give to him and not take anything from him.

He starts barking... The sound is powerful, and offensive. He tries to push me away.

No, he won’t attack... I’m not afraid.

He wants to drive me away, he defends himself against a foreign intrusion.

I start to sing, the elvish words mixed with the sound of my voice call for peace, serenity, security, truthfulness, and purity. He stops barking at this point.

I am here, I am the light to guide you, listen to me, feel me, look inside me...

He evaluates me, and he understands my intention, he does not accept yet but he integrates that I want him to help.

I’m afraid he’ll run away from singing, so I keep going, but in a harder-to-hear voice, I want him to come closer.

It works. Which confirms to me that the elf in me attracts him. Even though he felt threatened by the witch, who reminds him of the species responsible for his curse.

He walks slowly, head bowed, and I begin to reach out.

The moment I feel his muzzle sniffing at me will land on my hand,

everything vanishes, the night, the moon, the wolf, and me. Everything disappears.

My body jerks, and I open my eyes wide in shock. I’m in my room, awakened from my trance...

I succeeded, I found his demon spirit, he knows I exist, and he knows my intentions.

The first step is a success, against all odds.

Yes, I still have a long way to go, but it’s a small victory that has all its importance