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

The King of Spades: Dream Or Reality
And for the first time, Lord, I felt a human trait that I never understood until then."
"Compassion." Krome and Locan said together.
"...The king smiled at me with sad eyes.” An evil spirit engraved with the most divine
of names. Praise be to God. Which one be you, demon?"
I sobbed, overcome by the human form's emotional frenzy. "My... Name... My Lord...
Is.. Lo... Locan."
The king touched my cheek. I have never felt a human's touch before. It felt. Warm.
And that reminded me of something... From a long time ago. Suddenly, this being
which we feared and loathed... Was a friend. He took me close to his side, and gave
me the most valuable gift I could've ever dreamed."
Krome wondered. And looked at Locan. "A gift... What?"
Locan: "He taught me how to read."
Krome raised his eyebrows. "A demon... Read?" Krome wanted to laugh, but he
stopped once he saw the look on Locan's face: For the first time in his long life, the
angel Aryel sees a demon smiling. Sincerely. Affectionately. Thankfully.
Krome understood. The old mutual friend Locan was talking about. Was indeed
Solomon.
"What's the preordination that you were talking about, Locan?" Krome asked.
"In due time, lord, if thouest would grant me time."
Krome paused then nodded: "Ok, go on."
Locan continued. "It was his last months before his death. He was ailing. Every
night, he'd call me into his chambers before he went to sleep and taught me of his
wisdom, and showed me his immense library of books. And as he fell asleep, he'd let
me finish reading the books myself. Though I had one eye blind, it was the eye that
lit the pages which I turned. And so I read with my left. And that's how I pulled it off
in hell too. The name of God was the only white light in all of Hades.
I read books of Babylon, books of the Greeks and books of the Egyptians. I grew
attached to my human form. For it had the memory in which I stored all the things I
learned. In fact, I didn't want to return to Hades because I knew that as soon as I
reverted into the ethereal, all that I've studied will dissipate like salt in water."
"The days passed. I came to the King once to tell him about my predicament, but he
didn't answer. He was sitting on his throne and lay with his chin on his staff. I didn't
want to wake him so I stood there. Silently. The sun set and rose again, time and
time again. And still he lay. I dared not wake him up, for we all fear his temper. So
he lay there."
"Until one day a worm gnawed on his staff, and the king fell. And when he didn't
wake up, we knew he had been dead all along. He tricked us to think he was still
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