That night I dreamt I was in a hell of my own making; endless demons and faces of horror dotted across my mind’s eye. I saw my body sink into a pit of blackness and death; ripped apart by shadows unseen as riotous laughter echoed through the void. Though my body had perished, my soul remains. Not freed from the mortal coil, it was just me and the void; that empty, bottomless void. It was clear to me then that hell is real, not the degenerate conception of ancient monks. You, me, and the world are living proof of that. In the awakened realm this is the truth we bury in our hearts; but it’s in dreams where this truth screams.
And I screamed. I screamed and screamed until Vic woke me up.
“Oy mate!” he shouted. When I awoke, I was lying in his immaculate chest and arms. The sight of his chiseled Scottish features was a welcomed relief.
“Wh-what happened?” I ask.
“Aye mate, ye was shootin in ye sleep. I been tryin ta beet me meet aw night but I kept gettin intarupted be scleams cumin frum ye room! Maybe ye shud stop eatin Mexican befor bed.”
“I’m sorry. I guess I’ve had a lot on my mind,” I said.
“I’m nae shrink but wud ye like tae talk aboo tit?”
I thought. Then I looked deep into Vic’s warm eyes. “Do you believe in the devil?” I ask him.
He looked back at me like I summoned evil itself. “Aye mate,” he said. “I seen em. I seen em on thee high seas. He came a buggerin on thee ole North like ah firin beest frum thee sky. He knocked aboot castin seamen inta the frigid woters and spitin fire n ice onta thee deck beelow. Men cryin helplessly inta the night. Ah mast came a tumblin down n nearly knocked me cock off.”
“So the devil is real then?” I asked rhetorically.
“Aye.”
“Can anything save us?”
“Nae mate,” Vic said. Then he firmly pointed his finger between my eyes. “Tha only thing that can save ye is what’s in ye noggin. Keep ye head aboot ya n ya might make it thru this tragedae.”
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