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“The Trilogy of Morgalla, Part One:

Diary of a Lonely Demon”

 

            Morgalla had much to do today anyway.  She had to get out of the closet and into a civilized environment; returning to Earth just as daybreak had come.  She changed to her human form just before she passed through the portal to Springdale.  The morning was chilly and damp.  Any colder, and there would have been frost on all the leaves.  She dressed in human disguise, as always, with her long violet coat buttoned up, and her knit gloves with the fingers cut off.  She put on her shades, making the word look purple, and she put her earphones in.

            With the push of a button the world turned into a musical; she could hear the wonderful melody of the 70′s greatest hits booming through her ears.  With her music, the sun fully risen, and herself no longer among Hell’s vermin, she gave a smile.  She walked among the broken sidewalks of downtown Springdale.  So many people were beginning their day.  A school bus was picking up children for school.  She often wondered what they learned there.  Many people were leaving for work.  Some you could tell, were running late by how fast they were running to their cars. 

            Of the shops that were open in the downtown area, many doors were being unlocked and people were flipping over the signs to read ‘open‘.  Her music was the prime factor for her good mood.  The people whom she passed could not explain why they were suddenly in a good mood, as well.

            She came to a stop at a corner and waited for the light to turn red.  There were three other people there;  A father with his toddler baby in his arms and an empty stroller resting at his side, and an elderly nun.  Morgalla stood there a moment, the nun looking to the young woman who just walked up.  They gave a polite smile to each other.  The nun able to see her reflection in Morgalla’s sunglasses, as they were the same height.

            The wait seemed to be forever and a day, and they wondered if it was ever going to change.  It was then that Morgalla could suddenly feel a terrible emotion;  fear.  She looked off into the direction of this emotion, and saw a car speeding towards the three of them.  The father heard the car approaching and abandoned the empty stroller, diving for safety with his child in his arms.  The nun looked to see, in shock, the runaway automobile speeding towards her.  Morgalla grasped the nun by the shoulders and leaped back out of the path of the car, as it struck the light post with a tremendous CRASH.

            The father looked up, the baby crying as he held her tight in his arms.  The nun’s glasses and habit had fallen off from the impact to the sidewalk.  She grasped her chest from the shock, her heart pounding as Morgalla was on the sidewalk next to her.

            “Are you all right?”  the young red-headed heroine asked her.  Morgalla’s voice was a little louder for the music was still playing in her ears and her shades were askew.

            “I….I…”  was the only word the nun could utter.

            Morgalla looked to the wreck before them, the front end of the car was destroyed, and the driver’s airbag had deployed.  Many people had come hurrying over to help those in the crash; helping the nun and father up, but Morgalla did not require assistance.  She looked to the driver who was in a state of shock, her entire body trembling as people helped her out of the car.

            She could not form full sentences.  But through what she said it was determined by all there, that her brakes had given out and she lost control.  Morgalla could not stay.  She could not have attention of any kind from the authorities; even if she saved a woman’s life.  She ran off, leaving the nun to forever ponder:  ‘What happened to that red-headed girl?‘

 

*

 

            “You know, you always bring in these strange gold coins that have nothing on them.”  The pawn dealer said, being inquisitive.

            “And you care…why?”  Morgalla asked, removing her shades and putting them away.

            “Well, look at it from my point of view,”  the man said.  “How do I know that these aren’t stolen?  You could have melted them down somewhere and made them into these coins which can’t be traced and then you get cash from me.”

            Wow he hit the nail on the head.

            “I can say with absolute certainty and honesty, that I did not steal them”  she said. 

            “Well, I don’t know,”  he scratched his bald head, so unsure what to think. 

            “You’re getting pure gold.  And I’m not asking for more than what their worth.  I barely ever haggle with you.”

            “I…I guess you’re right.”

            With that he walked into the back with the gold.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  It was getting tougher every time she came in here.  She figured that she might have to find another person and start all over, there.  She looked among the shop, the ticking of old clocks filled the dust-covered room.  The entire shop was filled with things that once belonged to other people, but were turned in for money. 

            Morgalla gave a look at the doll house; how beautiful it was, and it was the color of lilacs too, which was her favorite shade.  She looked to the shelves of dolls and wondered who might have held them last.  She looked down through the glass case in front of her, at all the expensive-looking watches and wondered if they were all real.

            The man returned to the counter with a calculator and a large stack of cash in his hands.  He did some calculations then peeled off some bills to hand to her.

            “And…you’re sure that’s fair right?”  she asked.  “No need to double check?”

            “Yes of course,”  he replied with confidence.

            “Pleasure doing business with you,”  she said, taking the large sum of money and putting in her pocket.

            She disliked second-guessing people, especially one whom she had done business with before, but it had to be done in her case.  He wouldn’t know how to hide anything from a demon anyway, even if he knew what she really was.  Perhaps part of him was dishonest, dealing with someone he barely knew.  He was dealing with gold that was untraceable, after all.  Then again, maybe he needed the business.  She probably could have pressed him for more money, but decided against it.  She could not afford to draw attention to herself anyway.

            She put her shades on again, and the earphones in her ears.  She was just about to walk off when something caught her attention.  There were two people, a man and a woman, walking out of the coffee shop next door, hand in hand.  She could smell the aroma of their hot beverages, high in caffeine, and could also smell her perfume.  Their hands gripped each other’s, as they stood in the chilly morning air. 

            They were not the first couple that she had ever seen in her life for sure, but this was one of those rare couples.  They were rare because of the glow that their souls emanated, just from being with each other.  The feeling of true love from another human being is something she had felt, but only from the outside.  That love had never been felt for her.  She often wondered what it might feel like, as her green gaze beamed at them.  They didn’t even notice the young woman there, as they walked off. 

            They left her with a frown on her face and a lot to contemplate. 

 

*

 

            Later on, Jasper sat at the counter of the circulation desk.  An irate woman complained to him, while a four-year-old child made the loudest and most annoying noises.  The level of annoyance and anxiety was great.  The woman’s voice and child’s noises cut through Jasper like a dentist’s drill.

            “…and then I got this notice that these books are three weeks late when I’m sure I returned them!”  The irate woman yelled.

            “Well ma’am,”  Jasper said.

            “I mean this is bullshit!”  the woman interrupted, her screaming could be heard on the other side of the building.  “I’m sure I returned it!”

            Jasper’s head turned slightly to the left.  He saw one of his co-workers, Cynthia Wall sitting at the end of the counter.  She was a woman in her sixties, with short gray hair and an overweight figure.  She ate a doughnut and read a newspaper, completely ignoring Jasper’s predicament.  She did not care what happened.

            Jasper was a bit annoyed that Cynthia was not helping out at all, in his situation.  He looked back at the irate woman, who was still angry.  He took on a rather sheepish defense, not knowing how to diffuse the situation without it getting worse.

            “Ma’am,” Jasper said, trying to calm her down.  “I know we can…”

            “I am not paying sixty god-damn dollars!”  She interrupted again, not caring what he was saying.

            “Ma’am, how about I call my supervisor?”

            “No, I don’t wanna talk to your damn boss,”  the woman snapped at him.

            “Then what is the point of yelling at me?”  Jasper’s question was spoken with a calm demeanor, even though he wanted to call her some terrible names.

            Jasper rubbed his temples in aggravation, as the four-year-old child continued to make annoying noises.

            “Excuse me,”  Morgalla said.

            Jasper and the irate woman turned to see Morgalla standing there.  Jasper’s eyes widened at the sight of the redhead from the other night.  Morgalla looked down at the annoying child.

            “Hush,”  she said to him, and the child went silent.

            With a soul so young, he did not stand a chance against one as Morgalla.  With the child now silent, she then looked at the woman.

            “Give the man sixty dollars,”  Morgalla said to the woman.

            The woman’s attitude suddenly changed to one of calmness.  She reached into her purse and took out sixty dollars cash.  She quietly handed it over without complaint to Jasper, who was amazed and confused by these happenings.  Deep down the woman knew she was wrong but didn’t want to admit it.  Morgalla merely made her realize the truth.

            “Now apologize to him,”  Morgalla said.

            “I’m very sorry for yelling and cursing.  I was out of line,”  the woman said, in a slightly hypnotic gaze.

            “Okay,”  Jasper said.

            “Now leave,”  Morgalla ordered.

            The woman left, though the child stays behind.  Morgalla looked down at him as she stepped up to the counter before Jasper.

            “How you doing?” She asked the child who stared up at her.

            The child held up both of his middle fingers.  Morgalla gave a smirk and looked at Jasper.

            “Excuse me,”  she said, and slowly knelt down to the child; her back facing Jasper so he could not see her face. 

            Now face to face with the child she gave him a smile.  Making one so young and whose soul was so weak, see something that really was not there would be quite easy.  She then gave a hiss; her eyes turning bright yellow and her mouth full of sharp teeth.  The child ran away screaming.  Morgalla stood and turned to Jasper, her face appearing normal. 

            Jasper was almost concerned for the child, but he managed a smile seeing him run away.  The smile was gone when he looked back at the redheaded woman before him.

            “I should have made her apologize for breeding,” she said, making a joke.  Jasper was nervous, still thinking that maybe this was a gag of some sort.  “Angry people are so easy to control.  Anger clouds them.”

            “Who the hell are you?!”

            “No one of importance,”  Morgalla replied.  “I want to say sorry.”
            “Okay,”  Jasper said.  “Is there something I can help you find?”

            “Um…nope,”  she said.  “Just came here for that.”

            “How did you find me anyway?”

            “I tracked you down.  Wasn’t that hard.” 

            She reached into her pocket and pulled out Jasper’s wallet.  He closed his eyes for a moment, as the greatest of weights was lifted from his shoulders.  She handed it to him as he smiled.

            “Thank you,”  he said.  “I was wondering who found it.  I had to cancel my credit cards and everything.  You just saved me from having to go to the DMV.  Wait a minute, how did you find me?”

            “I didn’t,”  she replied.  “Your library card was in there, I was actually going to just leave it here and let them call you.”

            “Oh?”  he asked.

            “Imagine my surprise that you actually work here.”

            “Got lucky I guess,”  he said smiling.           

            Andy Walker walked from out of an office in the library.  He noticed Morgalla as the woman from last night, talking to his friend.  He looked on curiously, not too sure what to think.  The thought did occur that it was a good sign that they were talking. 

            “Normally I’m not a mean or violent person,”  Morgalla said, as she was now rambling and trying to explain her behavior from the other night.  “I mean, sometimes I’m forced to be.  Just my upbringing I guess, and where I’m from.  I was just having a bad…really bad day.  I mean you would not imagine the crap I have to deal with!” 

            Jasper listened to her rambling, politely nodding and smiling, though it was fake.  As Morgalla talked, Andy walked by the counter behind Morgalla.  He gave a look at Morgalla, then at Jasper, who shrugged in confusion.  Andy took his clipboard and wrote with a big marker the words ‘ASK HER OUT’.  He held the clipboard up so that his friend could see.  Jasper was surprised by the suggestion.

            “It’s okay really,”  Jasper said.

            “But I wanted to say I’m sorry,”  Morgalla rambled on.  “I mean, me having a bad day might explain it, but it does not excuse it.”

            “Do it,”  Andy moved his lips but said nothing.

            Jasper was nervous, not knowing what to do.  Finally he opened his mouth and words came out.

            “Do you wanna go out sometime?”  he asked her.  The words just came out on impulse and nothing more. 

            Morgalla was surprised, suddenly silent as Andy smiled.

            “What?”  Morgalla wondered if she heard him right.

            “Well, I was just thinking,”  Jasper said.

            Morgalla turned around at the exact same time Andy turned and walked away.  She then turned back at Jasper, curious about this human.

            “What’s your name?”

            “Jasper,”  he replied.  “Jasper Davis.  My friends call me Jazz.”

            “Jazz?”

            “Yeah, it um…sounds cooler.”

            “If you say so,”  Morgalla replied, with the look of disinterest.

            “Well, what’s your name?”

            “Morgalla.”

            Jasper raised his right hand to shake hers.

            “Nice to meet you,”  Jasper said with fake confidence, but Morgalla could see through it.  “Morgalla.  That’s an unusual name.  No offense.”

            “I’m…not from around here,”  Morgalla said, taking his hand gently in hers.

            “Oh.”

            Morgalla slowly leaned in, looking at Jasper’s face, which caused him to back away a bit.

            “I don’t bite,”  she said.

            “No, you have nun chucks,”  Jasper said.

            She snickered and then her eyes squinted, looking into his eyes, wondering.  She held up her hand with her index finger extended, and gestured him to approach.  Jasper slowly and cautiously leaned forward.

            “What is it with you?”

            “What do you mean?”  Jasper was as equally confused, never had he been treated in such a way.

            “Stick out your tongue,”  she commanded to which he did not comply.

            “Lie on the floor; dance a jig; do something!”  Morgalla commanded again, frustrated by his lack of cooperation.

            “Do you have some obsession with making people do weird things?”           

            Morgalla was frustrated that none of her powers of suggestion were working on him.  He was difficult to read.  His soul was closed to her and she could not break through it.

            “Ow,”  Jasper said, feeling a headache come to him all of a sudden.

            “Sorry,”  Morgalla realized what she was doing.  She would then look for words, but they would be hard to find.  “Look…”

            With humans, she always used her powers and made them go away.  With demons, she either ran away herself if they were too powerful, or took out a large knife and stabbed them in the heart.  She gave the deer in headlights look as she stared at Jasper.  She did not know what to say or do, so she followed her first instinct…she ran.  Morgalla ran out of the library as fast as she could.  Jasper sat there, a bit depressed that yet another female had rejected him.  But in all honesty, he wasn’t that surprised.

            “Well that’s new,”  he said to himself.

            Morgalla ran out of the library and suddenly stopped.  She paced a bit in concern and contemplation.

            Would it KILL you to spend a little time with someone?

            She looked back at the library, giving a sigh in frustration, then entered again.

            Jasper was back working at the counter; he turned around and was shocked to see Morgalla standing there again.

            “What would we do on this ‘date’?”

            “Well um…how about coffee?”  he suggested.

            “I’m not that much of a coffee drinker,”  she replied.

            “Yeah, I’ve lost my taste for coffee too,”  Jasper’s mind went to recent events.

            “Got a better idea?”

            “Movie?”  Jasper asked, after a moment or two in contemplation.

            “Is that it?”

            “Well if you want to do more…”  Jasper was about to suggest but he would not get the opportunity.

            “No that’s enough,”  Morgalla interrupted.  “I get to choose the movie though.”

            “Fair enough,”  Jasper said.  “Um…do I call you or something?”

            “No,”  Morgalla replied.  “I’ll find you.”

            With that Morgalla left, Jasper looked at her in a mixture of awe and confusion.  Though this woman was attractive, she was strange, and that was putting it lightly.  Besides, the ‘I’ll find you‘ comment didn’t sit well with him.

 

*

 

            Andy was back in the office at his desk, typing at his computer as Jasper walked up.

            “Why did you do that?!”  Jasper’s question sounded a bit distressed.

            “Did she say ‘yes’?”

            “Yeah,”  Jasper replied.

            “I just got you a date with an attractive redhead,”  Andy replied sarcastically.  “Oh yeah, I’m a real bastard.” 

            “I don’t know, she just seems a little off to me, that’s all.”

            “Who cares, she’s hot.”  Andy replied, still staring at the computer screen.

            Andy would continue to type and listen to Jasper.  He glanced at him every now and then.

            “What if she’s a psycho?!  My dates have never gone well.”  Jasper grew more concerned the more he thought about it.  “This girl seems creepy to me.  If I make her mad, she might cut my jugular!  I don’t know, maybe I should just cancel it.”

            “Relax,”  Andy said, trying to comfort him.  “Don’t talk about sports, sex or past relationships.  Oh, and keep your hands to yourself!”

            “And what if she gets violent?”  Jasper asked, as his friend Andy paused a moment in thought.

            “Run,”  was the answer.

 

*

 

            Morgalla was perplexed at what just transpired at the library.  Jasper Davis was still a mystery to her, and not to mention the fact that she agreed to go out on a date with him. 

            Hope he doesn’t expect me to call him ‘Jazz’.  I think he was just trying to impress me.

            She walked through town to the outskirts, where there were many construction sites.  She sneaked around the site, being careful not to be seen.  She was well trained in such matters and if she chose not to be noticed, it was easy.  There were some people there; not as many as usual, for most of them had gone to lunch.  There was a foreman there directing people.

            “Tell that slack-ass, as soon as he’s done pouring the concrete, then he can go to lunch!”  The foreman said to one worker.

            The worker walked away and the foreman looked through some blueprints.  Morgalla walked by, but was caught by the foreman seeing her out of the corner of his eye.  He did a double take, then gave a curious look.  The person did not look familiar to him, and they were small, so odds are it was not one of his workers.

            Morgalla continued to move, not being seen as the foreman tried to follow.  There was a large hole being dug for the foundation of a building, and there were no workers around.  Morgalla leapt down into it, just as the foreman saw her.

            “Hey!”  The foreman yelled at her, but she did not listen.

            He ran up to the hole and looked down, and he saw nothing.

            Back in Hell, within the portal chamber there was an incredibly large arena-like complex.  It was larger than three football fields, but was only one of many within the realm of Hell.  There, many demons like Morgalla conduct their reconnaissance, coming and going from different worlds.

            Within one area of the chambers the ceiling flashed a bright red color and Morgalla appeared.  She dropped down and landed easily on the stone floor.  She stood and changed into her demon self.  A large demon was there, holding a clipboard and smoking a cigarette.  Morgalla signed the clipboard and walked to the exit.  As she walked a long and large corridor, she saw many other small rooms within the chamber.  Many other demons came and went through the portals in flashes of red light.