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Demon Tale

The Power of a Diary

Set in 2104, Micheal Montgomery makes a journal entry about the Tzesleriac Demon, whose diary he brought at aucton.

Rating: R (to be on the safe side).

Warnings: Rape, torture and bigotry are discussed.

Disclaimer: All characters that don't belong to Joss are mine and they really don't mind working with Joss's.

The Power of a Diary

 

The Diary of Michael Montgomery July 15th 2104.

 

The Tzesleriac Demons are a non-violent species that can be described as humanoid in appearance. They age at a slower rate than humans and some have been reported to have reached the age of five hundred years. Naturally, their skin is blue, but a chameleon-type aspect of the species allows them to alter this colour, allowing them to easily blend in with humans.

 

Contrary to popular belief, all reports on this particular breed of demon indicate them to be gentle, honest, and compassionate beings. I have yet to find even the hint of any abhorrent behaviour.

 

Tzesleriac have successfully lived along side humans from as far back as 1545. I have been unable to confirm reports prior to that time, and none of my research has shown any indication that this situation was detrimental to the human population in any area that the demons settled in.

 

I was recently delighted to come across the diary of a Tzesleriac demon at an auction specializing in the occult. I have already found the tome helpful in an unrelated matter (already reported and dated June 12th 2104).

 

I must say that reading the diary has been a pleasure. Indeed, I was impressed by the level of humour in the tome. I had no idea that demons- with the possible exception of William the Bloody- had sense of humour in the first place. I’ve certainly never witnessed it in any of my other encounters with them. This could, of course, be because my slayer is usually in the process of slaying the demons that I meet.

 

Unlike my own diary, the Tzesleriac demon- I can’t seem to bring myself to call him by his name, which is Rex- has written little about his day to day activities. Rather, it seems to be a collection of anecdotal stories relating to events he has witnessed in his life.

 

At the conclusion of the diary the demon was three hundred and forty one years old.

 

While reading, I came across three stories that I must say had my mind racing. There is absolutely no way to confirm if my interpretations are correct, so rather than share my own beliefs, perhaps it is more prudent to just relate the tales and leave the rest up to whom ever chooses to read this journal after I have passed.

 

The events of the first short tale took place during the battle for Los Angeles in May of 2004. The Demon had been living in the city at the time.

 

He recounted that he was very pleased that his species don’t seem to register with slayers as there seemed to be an overabundance of them at that time. We know from our own recordings of the time that our seers in Westbury notified the council of the upcoming battle and a legion of our best and most experienced slayers arrived in Los Angeles to fight in the accursed war.

 

The arrival of the slayers was apparently a great relief to many of the peaceful demons that lived in the city at the time.

 

The demon’s diary did not add anything new to our own extensive records on the events of the time, but something he recorded witnessing has certainly piqued my curiosity.

 

Once the battle was won and the clean up had begun, the Tzesleriac demon watched from his apartment as an attractive blonde couple carried a very large and unconscious man into a waiting ambulance. He watched as the two argued then simultaneously grabbed each other and shared the most passionate kiss the demon had ever witnessed. He lost sight of them when they finally broke apart and returned in the direction that they had come from.

 

It was a few months after the battle of Los Angeles that the demon came across the man that the couple had carried to the ambulance. The man was dying.

 

As with Carsten Nielsen (please read entry dated June 12th, 2004), the Tzesleriac demon stayed to give the dying one company.

 

Rex- there, I’ve done it. I’ve managed to call him by his name, ludicrous though it is- recounted that the human he sat with was a far different individual from the vampire that he stayed with while they waited for the dawn.

 

At the time, Rex had been working as an aide and the human just happened to be one of the patients in the ward he was assigned to. The ward was in the psychiatric section of the hospice.

 

The patient was dying of syphilis and it was believed by the doctors that the poor man was suffering from dementia. Once the man started talking, the demon understood why the doctors suspected dementia.

 

The human spoke of being the champion, but Rex noted that there was nothing in his personality that gave credence to that claim. The demon felt that the whiney, selfish attitude of the man made ‘champion’ the last thing he would be called, but he was forced to admit that the man did have a vast knowledge on the supernatural.

 

Rex didn’t know if the human was delusional or if his stories held some truth, but the concept that he had been a vampire and then made human by the Powers That Be hardly seemed like the reward the human was alluding to. Not when they had also returned the disease he had contracted as a human the first time around.

 

I can’t say that I don’t agree with him.

 

The human would continually tell anyone that cared to listen that his reward had been stolen, his destiny usurped. Rex asked him how he could claim that his reward had been stolen when he had inferred that becoming human had been his reward. Rex wrote that the far away expression in the man’s eyes and the softness with which he spoke was perhaps the most honest emotions the dying man had shown him. He spoke of a girl that was no longer his and that becoming human meant nothing if he could not be with her.

 

Rex’s mood became melancholy at this point in the journal, recounting his own tale of lost love.

 

I must say that the depth of emotion displayed by this demon continues to astound me. I have to ask myself; is it just this species, or are all demons capable of this degree of feeling? Do we, as watchers, have it right? Are demons truly incapable of feeling human emotions, or are beings like Rex the exception to the rule?

 

There was no further mention of the man as Rex went on to tell the story of his love. However, towards the end of the journal, there was one further reference to the original couple he had seen with the human. He recounted seeing them on a beach in the Caribbean and remarked that he could have sworn it was William the Bloody and his Slayer, but she should have died decades ago, and he was standing in the sun.

 

I find myself wondering.

 

The most potent indication of the depths of emotions that this breed of demon is capable of can be clearly seen in his tale of his love. Rex spoke of a human woman he met in the late 1950’s.

 

The clan that this particular Tzesleriac demon was a part of were mainly located in the Louisiana Bayou. They kept to themselves on principal. During the time of this story, many of the local white community were secret members of the Ku Klux Klan, a now defunct group of racial bigots that were a prominent part of the community at that time.

 

This Tzesleriac clan prided themselves on their non-involvement with the Klan, but, according to Rex, they were not overly surprised to find that many of the so-called ‘white’ members of the Klan were actually humanoid demons who had no particular interest in racial purity. They were only interested in the resulting chaos.

 

Rex recorded that his people watched helplessly as the demons incited hatred, whispering in the ears of the poor whites that they were forced to live in squalor because non-Americans and non-humans were getting their share, taking their jobs, stealing their women. They taught hatred of cultures they didn’t understand; taught them that if it wasn’t American, it was beneath them. The Tzesleriacs watched as jealousy seethed and poisoned.

 

I must admit that this makes me wonder how many of Hitler’s ‘perfect supermen’ were actually demons in disguise? Or is mankind truly capable of such atrocities? 

 

Rex recorded that his attention had been captured by a gentle, coffee-skinned beauty that lived in a nearby shanty town. He told of a developing love and the beginnings of a relationship. He told of picnics and moonlight walks. His memories were beautiful and captivating.

 

I do not believe I am a sentimental man, but I must admit to being moved deeply by the glorious web this Tzesleriac demon wove. I found myself musing about my own lost opportunities.

 

I would never have dreamt that a demon could suffer from love as it were, but Rex seemed to have done just that.

 

He wrote of the demise of his love affair and it can be seen in his shaky hand writing that his emotions were fraught.

 

The only name he used to refer to his love was <I>‘my beautiful dove’</I>, and her tale was sad indeed, for Rex and his lady love had been observed by others, and word filtered through to the Klan.

 

The Tzesleriac demon berated himself for not realising that things were more dangerous than he had thought. He wrote of being approached by men from town, men that tried to befriend him and his family. They offered their own sisters up as dates and invited him to meetings and get togethers. He mused that he did not think that they would be so generous were he to show them the true hue of his skin.

 

He did not feel fear for himself or his family. He knew that even though the Tzesleriac are peaceful, they are still demons; supernatural beings that if forced into a corner would fight their way out. The threat of the Klan meant nothing to him. Or so he thought.

 

His Dove did not tell him that she too had attracted the attention from the men from town. He wrote that he did not discover the extent of events until after it was all over. He did not know that the world his Dove was born into was a world where women had few rights and where black women had virtually none. Their lives were arranged according to the dictates of men, white men in particular.

Rex’s Dove had to endure many things. She was stalked whenever she left the shanty town. Cat-calls and lewd insults followed her everywhere. Her own people ostracized her. Her brothers were threatened and beaten. A cross was left burning in their backyard and rotten fruit thrown all over their clean washing. Her mother was fired from her cleaning job and her father was kidnapped and whipped as a lesson to them all.

When his Dove could understandably take no more, she broke off their relationship, leaving Rex broken hearted. She told him nothing of what she and her family were forced to endure because she had dared to love a ‘white’ man.

Rex lamented in his diary that his obvious broken heart must have been the catalyst for the events that followed. He didn’t realise it at the time, but his pain made him shut himself off, and this was all the excuse the townsmen needed to act.

They later told Rex that they took revenge for him against the ‘uppity jungle bunny’ that hadn’t known her place.

I must admit to feeling more than a little disgust at the derogatory terms that are included in Rex’s account of the situation. It is clear that these terms are not originating from the demon, but are in fact terms that the humans of this tale used and this causes me more than a little shame. I, too, am human. In another time and place, would I too have shared the uneducated and hate-filled beliefs of those written about in Rex’s tome? Am I truly so very different from them now? Do I judge demons unfairly? There is much here for me to ponder.

Rex wrote that the full story of the events that followed his break up with his Dove was brought to his attention six months after it had occurred.

Rex had left his family home to visit relatives in Belize in hopes of recovering from his loss. On his return, his mother sat him down and told him the horrifying tale.

When Rex left, his mother took it upon herself to keep an eye on the woman her son loved. She had seen too much in her time not to be concerned for the welfare of the beauty that had broken her son’s heart without malice. The Tzesleriac matriarch knew without a doubt that the girl had only ended things out of fear for her own family. An action the elderly demon understood.

The Dove’s family group included a mother and father, an infirm paternal grandmother, and eight siblings, including Dove. The other seven children were boys.

Two weeks after Rex had left the area, Dove’s two youngest brothers went missing. The entire black community searched for them to no avail. The official police reports listed them as runaways. They have never been found.

Fires inexplicably started around their shack and the family’s chickens mysteriously died.

Three more of her brother’s went missing and were discovered lynched the next day.

The family was systematically being wiped out.

Dove’s grandmother was discovered beaten to death in the family home when they returned home from church one Sunday. Her father, who had been with them at Church, was arrested for the crime. He died in custody.

Of the eleven family members, only four were left.

The older of the two remaining brothers was arrested for an assault he could not have participated in, but his innocence did not matter in that place at that time. He, too, died in custody; the official report being that he had tried to escape.

The only male left in the family was a seven year old child. He was helpless against the hooded men that would come to his home and rape his mother and sister. He was beaten into unconsciousness if he even dared to try.

Rex’s mother sadly told him that the child had been the only survivor, but that even he had been permanently harmed, his spine had been damaged in the final attack that had ended in the death of his mother and sister. He would spend his life in a wheelchair.

Rex was devastated by the news. His diary was marked by blurred marks that could only have been the vestiges of dried tears. 

I cannot say that I am horrified by his method of revenge. Perhaps I have been hardened by the horrors I have witnessed myself.

Rex was open with all that he did. His mental process that led to his exacting of revenge was clearly depicted in his diary. The mental journey was very similar to that which I believe a human would make. The humanity shown in the journal has me sometimes forgetting that it was indeed written by a demon.

Rex spent months on his ‘mission’. He forced himself to associate with the very beings that he suspected were responsible for the murder and destruction of his Dove and her family. He attended meetings and dated women from town. He asked little, but listened to everything.

When he was sure that he had identified every single individual that had so terribly wronged him, he turned to his family for assistance.

The entire clan came out in force.

The Tzesleriac demon has one weapon for defence. The breath of a Tzesleriac can lock their attacker into a specific mental state. They live out their worst nightmares. They are locked into a waking nightmare that they cannot escape from.

For a slayer, this sort of attack could be devastating, but Rex records that the ability is usually only ever utilized as a defence mechanism. His situation was rare indeed. The cure for this attack is a simple cleansing spell.

However, the cure was not readily available to the men of Woodyard Bottom, and the night the Tzesleriac clan exacted revenge was probably the reason the town became a ghost town.

Most of the townsmen were held responsible for the demise of the Dove’s family, and Rex reported on the results of his revenge diligently.

The worst nightmare of the majority of men in Woodyard Bottom seemed to be that they themselves were of a coloured origin. A few seemed to fear being women, and one feared the loss of his limbs.

Rex reported that he watched in satisfaction as most of the town seemed to walk around in terror while the black community watched in surprise, unused to being treated with anything other than abuse or condescension.

Many families moved out of the town that seemed to be cursed, and for a while the local black community thrived.

I don’t know anymore if I should be outraged to learn that humans were ‘punished’ by demons. I am not sure if I should have sympathy for those that were forced to live out the rest of their lives in a perpetual dream state. Should I feel sympathy for a demon that so clearly suffered from the ignorance of the time? I know that the Dove and her family have captured my heart, but should I not have the same feelings of sorrow for the other humans that suffered?

Ignorance is a dangerous thing. Perhaps that is the lesson that we, as watchers, should learn.  



 
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