This is a children's bedtime story about a demon. I wrote this for my little sisters several years ago. The version I told them is a little less explicit than this one.
Some of you know about demons, and some of you don't. For those of you who don't, I will tell you a little bit about them. The first thing you need to know is that demons are dark spirits, or ghosts. We can't see them because they aren't physical. But being dark spirits, they do block out light. This means that they cast shadows. Because of this, they tend to hide in dark places. They jump from shadow to shadow during the day, or just wait to come out till its night.
Demons aren't from this world. They are from hell. Hell is a world where you eat, but are still hungry. You drink, but are still thirsty. You sleep, but wake up even more tired then before. You are freezing and burning up at the same time. Hell is a world were freedom doesn't exist.
The king of hell is the devil. The devil is what we would call an ego maniac and control freak. He always has to be in charge of everything. He controls hell by making everyone there afraid of him. It's not enough for him that he is the king of hell. He wants to be king of earth too.
To create hell on earth, he makes his demons tempt and torment humans. They create obstacles for us, try to get us to hurt other people, and sometimes even possess us when we let them. Every human usually has one or more demon trying to mess things up for them at some point in their lives.
Many demons don't enjoy this job one bit. Would you? Making someone else miserable isn't very fun. So, to keep the demons doing their job of taking over earth, the devil came up with a system.
Everyday each demon receives a certain amount of lashings with a whip. This number always grows every day, but for every bad thing a demon does on earth, the devil would take away one lashing. So the more bad things a demon does, the less they would get punished.
Every day all the demons of hell form a long line in front of the devil. Then one by one, the devil asks them how many bad things they have done. He then whips them as many times as their new total is. This is how hell works, and how the devil keeps the demons working for him.
We don't know the name of the demon in this story. We do however, know he existed many years ago, and changed the way this happen. It all started when he was assigned a new person to cause trouble for. The person he was assigned to before had been a greedy miser that died very old and alone. The demon never really liked him, so the job never got very personal for him.
His new assignment was a little girl who had just lost both of her parents in an accident. The girl was now living at an orphanage. Usually, one of the demons who had been in charge of her parents would have taken over the job. But it was election season and being more experienced demons, they were both assigned to give extra help with a politician.
The demon had never been assigned to a child before. He had seen one once or twice, but the old miser didn't have family, didn't go out, and therefore wasn't around children much. It was actually a very boring job, but also an easy one.
When the demon arrived at the orphanage, he sized the girl up. She was a little messy, with long hair and dark eyes. He found her sitting alone in the corner of the orphanage. The other kids were playing on the other side but she sat with her arms around her knees and head tucked down inside. She was crying softly.
The demon looked at her, and suddenly felt something he hadn't felt before. He liked her. As you know children are very likable. After he started liking her, he started to feel her pain. He didn't want her to cry. The more he looked at the tears running down her cheeks, the more he felt like crying himself (something demons are not allowed to do). He actually began to care about her.
Forgetting that his job was actually to make her miserable, he tried to think of how he could cheer her up. He sat next to her and thought for a long time about what he could do.
Demons don't speak English, or German, or Azerbaijani. The way they communicate is different from us. However, they are able to make some sounds. Most are confusing and strange, but they can also hum. Music isn't allowed in hell, but sometimes when the devil isn't near, slaves in the mines would quietly hum dark melodies. The tunes would help ease their burdens. The slave masters often knew, but kept this a secret because the tunes increases the amount of work that got done.
The demon looked at the little girl and wondered if one of the mining songs would help her too. He began very softly humming to her. The whimpering stopped. Then the tears stopped. Then the tears dried, and the demon kept humming. The little girl lifted her head up for a moment. Then she laid down on the hard wood floor, shut her eyes and just before she fell asleep, a small smile appeared, then disappeared, on her tiny little lips.
When the demon stopped humming, he realized that he felt something he had never felt before. He felt happy. Because she had cheered up, he had also cheered up. It was an insane feeling for him. He felt very excited but also very afraid. He knew that when he came back to hell, his punishment would be waiting.
After he got back, he went to the devil for his daily punishment.
“How many bad things have you done today?” the devil asked, without looking up from his list.
“None.” The demon answered softly, with a tembling voice and eyes to the ground. Everyone was silent. The devil looked up.
“What did you say?”
“None.”, the demon meakly repeated.
“Is that so?” the devil snarrled. He lowered the list and leaped over toward the demon. “You caused no pain, no tears, scared no one, possessed no one, did nothing to no one nowhere at no time today!”
“That is correct.”
“That is correct?" the devil screamed back. He was inches away from the demons face now. He stared into his eyes for a moment, then turned back around and looked at his sheet.
“You would have been whipped 243 times today, but because you have let me down and set a bad example for everyone here, I will double that.”
The devil was smiling now. He reached behind him and took out his long bull whip. The whip had many sharp blades all along its edges, meant to cut deep into the flesh of whoever it was thrust at. As you can imagine, most people would bleed to death if they were struck by a whip like that. Most demons would too, but to prevent this, the devils whip was always on fire. As soon as a wound was opened, it was seared shut right after. This kept the demons alive, and made the torture even worse.
As the devil began whipping the demon, he flinched in pain. His only thoughts at first were fear for the next blow. But as it continued, his mind drifted away from the pain to the memory of the little girl. He had stopped her tears, and he was proud of that. He felt better because she felt better. He thought about that throughout the rest of his punishment, and the thought helped ease the pain.
Part two of this story will be posted tomorrow.