“YAAAWN!”
It
was a hard life
and Shem was still scumbling
about in the middle of the hottest day of the year. His mother had
finally kicked him out of the hut; so fed up with his lazy,
good-for-nothing ways was she.
She knew that he was a lost cause, she
had learned from experience. She once gave him money to buy a cow and
he came back with a few stones, and not magic stones, and nor was
there any story linking this substitution. He simply shrugged his
shoulders. When she asked him to paint the outside of the hut she
found him asleep on the roof, having made himself a fort out of the
dust sheet and paint pots.
She now just wanted him out of the hut
and didn't care where; she knew that wherever he went he'd be
perfectly safe. And on this day Shem would be put to the test.
Shem cared not where he walked and
just walked regardless. He had no desires, life was just something
that happened to other people and that was all right by him. As long
as it didn't infringe on his doings then he wouldn't infringe on
theirs.
Today
it
was obvious
he wasn't
looking where he was going for he had crossed the boundary into the
Cursed. Named because it was inhabited by many Spirits, Sprites, Jinn
and Ifrits
who
would enjoy nothing more than playing tricks on the unwary or
destroying those stupid enough to cross over.
One
particular Iffrit called Z_A_ sensed Shem immediately. He was
particularly boastful for a lesser Iffrit, (who had once let it be
known that it was his great Uncle who had once tempted Our Lord on
his day of doubt when he had wandered across the dessert). Z_A_ vowed
to better that feat by pushing Shem over the edge completely.
The
first that Shem realised that something was following him was not the
great heavy footfalls behind him, nor the rasping, humid breath on
his neck, nor even the unholy stench of sulphur that surrounded him.
It was only when the creatures bulk cast
a shadow over him did Shem finally acknowledge that something was
indeed
behind
him.
Rather
than act alarmed or frightened (which would only have fed Z_A_
quicker
and hastened Shem's own demise) Shem simply shrugged his shoulders at
the twelve foot tall, red scaly behemoth that now towered over him.
“I
have come to grant you anything, Oh Lord.” Z_A_
intoned.
“You are the thousandth soul to cross my path and I have it in my
power to grant you many wishes. Want and you shall be satisfied. What
doest though want?”
Shem
shrugged again and… yawned… “Never trust a demon.” He
muttered.
“I
AM Z_A_!!!”
The
Iffrit shouted, enraged. “Tenth ruler of U__P; fourteenth cousin to
Y__R, no mere
demon
my Lord. And I have everything in my power to grant you ANYTHING,
should you just want!”
“I
dunno.” Shem replied, trying to think back to what his mother said
to him. He nodded to himself when he remembered, turned his back on
the demon and carried on walking.
“WAIT!!”
Shouted the demon “WAIT! Surely there must be something that you
want?”
“Nope.”
Shem replied, still walking.
The
demon was a wise if not impetuous sort. He was not going to be
outdone by this mere mortal! (especially one such as Shem…) He
would never be able to live it down. There must be something that
could be used against him.
But
he had never come across someone like Shem before, whom even the Lord
himself could not cure when his mother had petitioned him with
prayer. (The Lord was patient but not that patient)
Z_A_
spent
hours listing the things that might appeal to Shem's better
instincts, his higher purpose and then tried plumbing the depths of
depravity to appeal to his baser side but all that did was create
snickers in him.
Now
the boundary
of Cursed
was not only for the benefit of wary travellers but also for the
Daeomon-kind as well. They were not allowed to trespass over the
boundaries or old spells would be broken and
no
deamon in their right mind would forget such a thing and had Z_A_
been
concentrating more he might have realised that Shem had been walking
in a circle and they were almost back to the border again,.
Z_A_
was
just in the middle of describing a particularly nasty scenario
involving an Ass, thirty virgins and a great tub of grease when he
suddenly screamed as they crossed the border. In a flash of crimson
smoke there now stood the most beautiful woman Shem had ever set eyes
upon.
“Oh
my Lord. I can not thank thee enough, I have been accursed these
thousand years. I can never repay thee; suffice to say I am yours and
all you need do is...” She hadn't even gotten through her first
sentence than she realised that Shem was already half a mile away.
Shem was only thinking of his stomach which now growled at him;
supper was almost ready.
“Wait
my lord.” She shouted at him, eager to thank him and love him for
all he had done for her. Shem was oblivious to her plight, he was
glad that she was free but didn't understand why she still needed
him. If she insisted on staying with him he could always lie to his
mum that they were betrothed (just to see the look on her face!)
“My
lord, wait! There are rules to our meeting! We still need to….”
They
were almost home and Shem could smell his mothers cooking; it was
mutton stew, one of his favourites.
“My
Lord – you must wait! You need to invite me over your threshold,
invite me into your life before you step over, otherwise I will
revert back to deamon-kind again!”
Shem
couldn't hear her for all he could sense was the herb dumplings, the
thick rich gravy. She tried one last gambit in desperation.
“Let
me help you forget your cares between my breasts, wrap you between my
legs and never let you go.”
Home
was just on the horizon and he could see smoke wafting out of the
chimney. The garden fence was just up ahead. He opened the gate,
thinking that his mother would be surprised with his new girlfriend;
but when he looked behind him there was nothing there, just a faint
mist. He had crossed the threshold without inviting her in.
His
mother stood at the kitchen door and scolded him.
“Stomach
got the better of you, did it? Well, you're still too early!”
Shem
sighed and yawned. There was time enough for another nap after all.
“Yaaaaawn!”
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