“Whom so ever shall answer the Necromancer’s call,
Will hold power to control all.
The greatest gift is the source of a darker power,
With great sacrifice must start at the midnight hour.
Unlock the mystery to learn and be taught,
Put no God before me and unlock Pandora’s box.”
A large wooden box appeared, covered with burned inscriptions, etched with symbols and letters only known to fairies and ancient Egyptians. The fairy queen, Selena continued her ritual; the box opened and revealed a glowing ball of magnificent light. After hovering a moment, it exploded into thousands of tiny lights, showering her saddened daughter, Pandora, as she lay bound within the pentagram.
As each shimmering light touched her body, it quelled into small blue embers. As each ascended, a piece of Pandora’s body and soul was drug away into the air forming a puzzle of the broken image of who she once was.
The bitter last moment of Pandora’s dreadful cry echoed throughout the fairy realm upon her exhibition. Her body transcended in glowing wonder with scathing velocity into a royal blue splendor.
Her soul, now crystallized, exploded into a smoky funnel, and plummeted into the wooden box. With her last blood-curdling scream, she disappeared into the underworld, where her soul would remain until a gifted witch with her own painful past opened Pandora’s box one hundred years later.
The box lid slammed shut, springing outward a glimpse of a grand light, leaving an ordinary box with daunting scripture. In sadness, the nymphs kept their eyes low, while Selena did not resemble remorse or pain for having cast her daughter away with a wicked curse.
The book she spoke her words into shut, and she handed it to Caticus, another fairy who stayed in the shadows mourning his friend. He wiped the tears from his eyes as Selena stretched her arms out to give him the book. “Here, take this book to the dark realm and speak to no one else about this. Moloch is who you will ensure will receive this on behalf of the dark one. That will take care of this situation and Naberious.”
Caticus looked at Selena with curious suspicion, “Naberious? The eldest of the wicked souls? Nothing can be done with him.”
Selena replied, “Oh yes is can and it will be, any being is replaceable, remember that.”
Caticus pulled himself together and departed for Earth, back to the cemetery for the humans. The one notable place where Naberious and Pandora connected and then pulled apart. He wiped his tears from his eyes and perched himself upon a hedge stone under a low-hanging branch. Up high into the tree a single cardinal sang and chirped as Caticus watched him, and for a moment he found peace and pleasure in the bird’s song until a harsh cough interrupted him.
Moloch, with his hand extended, said, “You have something for my evil lord?”
“Yes, this book, it is from Selena, and she said your master would understand what this is. I was given no other instruction.”
Moloch accepted the book and disappeared before Caticus’s eyes and returned to the dark realm where Naberious had been kept a prisoner by the dark one. He went into the meeting room where nearly all high court demons met, and it was there that he found another demon, Lahash.
Moloch slowed his quick gait into the room. “Lahash, why are you here? There is not a meeting for us.”
Lahash grinned with delight, seeing Moloch the soul collector in such a high gait to enter the room. “Well I see that there must be something brewing here, so what is this? You read books now? I thought a know it all like you would need nothing to further his know it all-ness.”
“Hush Lahash, I need to address the dark one, this is for him.” Moloch lay the book down at the table where Lahash’s cold, dark and curious eyes glazed over it.”
A devious smile emerged, and he licked his lips. “Ah yes, that is the work of a fairy. So, who is it this time?”
“What do you mean?” Moloch seated himself at the gigantic stone table.
“Well, this is a fairy book, an important one might I add. So, who is in trouble?” Lahash’s eyes flickered.
“What are you talking about? The queen gave this book to me to send to our Lord. I know nothing else.”
“Well, well it looks like you could use some information. Maybe reading is something you should do. That book isn’t just a book. It is a spell book. I hear the queen has many and one coveted fairy book she allows no one to have. As she speaks the words into the book, it lights up with fire, and she inscribes the words into the pages. This is one, but many she has.”
Moloch dismissed Lahash. “Oh well, I am just doing as I am told here.”
Lahash turned as if to leave the room but stopped. “That book is black. The color is significant. Black is symbolic for black magic and even death.”
Moloch pushed himself away from the table. “Demons do not die!”
Lahash snorted, “Who so ever was punished or wronged is represented in that book. I am certain it isn’t you. Or you wouldn’t be delivering it, fool.” Lahash disappeared, leaving Moloch alone to face the dark one to make his delivery.
Lahash walked down the long and dark stone hallway of the dark realm where the only audible noise was his fashionable Paris made boots. With light clicks from his boots as the only audible sound, he took his time going to the prison to see the one and only, Naberious.
As he arrived, the demons of the prison continued their work, not paying any mind to him. They too were busy tending to the souls captured and tortured. Faint sounds of whimpers and screams echoed through the large cave-like room, with a deep crimson red atmosphere, and smothered by steam and smolder.
He arrived at the prison, where Naberious remained behind an adjacent glass wall hardly visible to the naked eye. “Naberious, so what have you done to warrant such a station? You, the keeper of wicked souls, and Moloch’s keeper. You of all demons who reigns nearly as the evil lord himself. How did you arrive?” Lahash asked with a slithery smile, begging for more than just an explanation.
Naberious remained on the furthest side of the cell, his head hung low, and he didn’t offer to lift it to even regard the provoking demon. “I figured you knew why I am here.” He answered with an indistinct voice.
Lahash moved closer to the invisible wall and tightened his black eyes, and he placed the tip of his index finger on the window, lighting it up, bright red and burning his finger. He left it perched on the glass for just a few moments while his black eyes remained on Naberious. “I have not a clue why you are here, however, whatever you have done to evoke the fairy queen to send one of her books with spells from the Egyptian book of the dead, you did something very naughty.”
Naberious raised his head. “The fairy queen?”
“Yes, whatever you did upset her, and rumor has it to do with one of her daughters.”
Naberious dropped his head down once again and mumbled, “We are in love.”
Lahash pulled his head back with a pause. “Are in love? More like were.”
Naberious jumped up and darted straight for Lahash. His eyes glowed, and his face angered. “Were? What do you speak of?”
Lahash remained close to the prison wall and locked eyes with Naberious. “Oh, I guess you didn’t know. Your lover, well, she has been banished. However, she suffered greater wrath than you have; well, as of now. Who knows what the dark one will do with you? For the longest time, we had an understanding with the fairies. The dark, lost souls Moloch collected, and those marked for good passing, the fairies delivered them to either us or the spirit guides. This isn’t something the fairies have to do; it is or was something they did as a neutral party in the Universe. Now with having your naughty shenanigans with the queen’s daughter, wasn’t a clever idea.”
Naberious stood still, his face incredulous and his breathing heavy with rage. With reddened eyes and heated skin, he shouted, “Where is she!”
Lahash, being his quarrelsome and natural contrarian self, said, “Her mother cast her to dust with her soul banished to the underworld.”
“What? That isn’t right? The underworld? No human or being has spoken of that place in ages. At the time of the Egyptians...” Naberious lowered his voice as he sunk in thought of his long-ago memories.
“Naberious, those who have evolved into another life that comes as a fairy can be cast to the underworld. Otherwise, they live for thousands of years. Where did you think Selena cast out her kind?”
Naberious shook his head. “I didn’t know. That wasn’t something she and I ever discussed. Even the dark lord never discussed it.” Naberious brought his head up and narrowed his eyes. “You lie!”
“Why would I lie to you about something like that? You should thank me for telling you; no one else had any plans to do so. She is gone, so it should make your banishment easier. You do not have to worry about her.”
Naberious dropped his head, and his eyes turned red. Having been some time since he had shown his wicked side was a sight for Lahash. The high demon sat in his private cell awaiting an unknown fate.
“Banishment? I am a member of the higher courts. No member has ever suffered a banishment or even disposal.”
Lahash closed his eyes for a moment, and he squinted them tight as he relinquished his need to be sarcastic and said, “I have not a clue what will come to you. But now that the queen is up in arms, I guess the fairies will no longer be neutral parties.”
Naberious said, “Our Lord doesn’t care who we are with, and he will not banish me.”
Lahash snorted, “Well, no demon I have ever heard of consorted with a fairy in this way. Well, I take that back. There has been one instance.” Lahash brushed his fingers across his mouth and his eyes widened. In a melodramatic tone, he said, “Could the queen be upset because she too has had a brief fling with a demon or two? Oh, now this would make for a grand soap opera. What do you think?” Lahash sneered.
“Lahash, what do you know of the queen laying with demons?” Naberious’s voice was hasty.
“Well, only rumors. Maybe you should ask the dark one.” Lahash said and then disappeared.