I was motionless. My eyes were shut.
“There is no reason to open your eyes. There isn’t anything going on anyway.”
I believed the lies the dark one was saying nonchalantly, in my own voice.
Imagine me there, alone, my head full of fallen swords, demons, and darkness.
I sensed it rather than saw it.
I reminded me of an incident long ago.
A certain demon- the demon of Hate- had taken a strong liking to me.
After a while, I decided I was not okay with this.
Long ago, a wise sage taught me a technique that might work.
I succeeded in banishing the demon from my mind domain using the wise sages instruction.
As I obeyed, I was shocked to see that I was not in hell.
I was in a sort of...
The picture is up there. It’s a dude on a rock with lightning.
That is about what it was.
From my experience with the demon Hate, I knew that leaving was possible.
But I had not the strength. I had to find the Wise Sage.
The difficulty was not in finding him, but mustering the courage to ask him for help.
“How could you reveal your weakness to him?”
“He will hate you, if you tell him what you have done.”
The bubble told me to not listen to the lies.
I rose to the task, and climbed the mountain with the last of my strength.
The wise mage conveyed to me.
“I am not strong enough to cast out the darkness I have consumed.”
At this point I noticed tears pouring down my face.
I can see that.
“I need you to cast it out.”
Will you return to it afterwards?
The wise mage proceeded to use his authority to banish it.