It's my first week on at my new job at Mikey's BBQ. It makes me nervous to be around so many people in case he goes off, but, what can you do. Mikey's a great guy, and its nice to be able to talk to someone, especially since Cosette never called me back after giving me her number.
Today, Mikey has me running deliveries (he's trying to compete with Uber Eats). I got an order call for the fire station, so I'm heading over in that direction. When I got there, flames were shooting out the windows, and the area was black with smoke. Firefighters were rushing around everywhere, confused as to what they should do without access to their firefighting equipment. One of them yelled at me.
"Oi, is that my food!"
"Yes, it is."
"Bring it inside, over here. I'll be there in a second."
He pointed me towards My Grandmothers Attic, an old building that seemed to be some type of shop. It was strange that I'd lived in this town for years, but had never been inside this building. It was almost as if something inside of me was telling me not to go in.... Wait, no, that's pretty stupid. I walk inside.
"Hello is anyone here," I yell to what appeared to be an empty shop. There were many artifacts all around, some of them really old, but some of it looked like technology I'd never seen before.
"Who's asking?", a voice finally replied.
"My name is Dan. I'm supposed to wait in here until the fire is out".
A man came around the corner, and I'm trying to think about how to describe him, but no specific word is coming to mind. Eccentric. That's the best word.
As soon as the man saw me though, he quickly knew how to describe me.
"Demon! Out, out! You are not welcome here!"
"I am no demon," I replied, scared and about to dash.
"Demon, host of a demon, same difference. And not just a demon, THE Demon. I know you, host of Régilélek."
I had no idea what he was talking about. But that name, it was familiar, where I had I heard it before? Wait, I hadn't heard it before, he had. That's when it clicked.
"You know about him?"
"You don't! Oh! What fun! A host of Régilélek that doesn't even know he is a host of Régilélek! You know nothing of his history?"
"I barely know any of my own"
"Well that's something I can fix."
Everything went dark. All of a sudden a scene was laid out before me. A different time, a different place.
Flashes of three people in an alley appear. A woman, a man, and a baby. The woman is screaming, as a rat scurries by. The man takes out an old fashioned and whispers
"We can't kill him, but we can hamper his growth."
The man then slit his wrists, with his dying breaths he groans...
"Get 'er done"
The women then slit her wrists with the same razor, leaving a screaming orphan laying on the ground.
I launch back to reality, screaming as well.
