Chapters 1-6: PDF Version - The King of Spades

The King of Spades: Dream Or Reality
to subdue the demons that dared cross the dimensional boundaries, moreover, he'd
send demonic messengers INTO Hades to bring demons up to him. For each demon
that was recalled into Solomon's presence, it was asked what evils it afflicted man,
what star or constellation it represented and what angel it despised. Each
corresponding angel was thus summoned to be the steers of the demons under
Solomon's service. In fact, Uriel, Raphael, even myself were amongst the many
angels that were summoned. Solomon's wisdom intrigued me, and every time he
saw me, asked me to send his personal gratitude to God. It is amazing how a
powerful human like that remained modest for all those years that he was. "
Locan frowned as he remembered. "Yes, the ring. That's how our former master
Beelzebub was caught by Ornias the traitor, son of Uriel. Beelzebub was reduced to
be a slave for the humans. His majesty was shattered forever. Not only that, but
Ornias also gave away all of our secrets. How we whispered into the ears of fortune
tellers the happenings of the future and how we went to the ceilings of the skies and
listened into what was written of the affairs of man. Listen that is, until we are struck
down by angels or we tire from our travels, and we fall back into earth. We fall with
streaks in the sky which humans used to think were falling stars then years later
with the advancement of science, they were confused with meteorites. "
Krome looked at Locan: "Cut the story short, Locan. What's this got to do with you
and me?"
Locan opened a gate and stepped into a cemetery. The rain stopped. Krome followed
Locan with his eyes.
He was about to walk in when he realized that what Locan just did was that he made
an amazing analogy. The cemetery’s gate represented the hypothetical doorway
between the Planes of Earth and Hades. It was a perfect analogy, after all,
cemeteries separated the world of the living from the world of the dead.
Krome slowly walked in. "This remind you of home?"
Locan snickered. "Hell, the repository for souls empty of light? The aqueduct that
receives vessels proven not worthy for heaven? The domain for souls which we can
skewer, spit on with our sulfuric saliva and cook with our fiery breaths?"
Locan kneeled next to a wreath. "Once, I used to get drunk with pagans' blood
offerings, used to cross oceans of galactic dust and drew the canvas of space with
my breath. Until I, too, became enslaved in Solomon's court. The ring was talked
about throughout Hades, and we feared it so. So when the ring was pointed at me. I
had to surrender. I didn't dare look at it because I've heard of the suffering of those
who did. I gave in, the "brave" demon Locan. And for years, I carried blocks and had
to find gemstones from the four corners of the earth to adorn Solomon's temple."
Krome said: "Until...?"
"For years we longed for our freedom, our days of glory and bliss. But it never came.
EVEN when a demonic prince, Asmodean from Edom took over the palace and
banished Solomon... You know the story very well. Even though he had thrown the
ring to the sea, he never set us free. Until one day, Solomon was fated to find the
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