Monday, 16 May 2011

Hell - Part One

So you wanna know about hell?  You wanna know about demons? Honestly, you lot…  As you may know, I’m writing a series of YA novels about a girl who falls in love with someone who is…what?  Demon? Angel? Something inbetween?  Anyhow, without giving too much away, when Book Two opens my main character is in metaphorical hell while her ex is sojourning in the actual destination: Hell with a capital H.  So, I had figured I’d go to the capital L (tell me you got that?) to get in the mood, so to speak.  And to meet a few demons.

Where do you find demons in London?  At a gathering of Chaos magicians in a backstreet occult bookshop surely?  It looked promising as I arrived.  There was a lot of black leather; plenty of facial hardware; tattoos and piercings; white faces and bloodshot eyes.  I wandered in and sniffed.  Sulphur?  Hmm, more like mandarin and floor polish really.  I browsed the bookshelves.  Necronomicon and Nocturnicon. Technomages and Pacts with the Devil. Low Magick and high risks. Getting closer.
A small woman with gimlet-bright eyes peered up at me and started to dance.  ‘Do you dance?’ she said.
‘Of course,’ I replied with a smile, following her in a bit of a cumbia. 
‘Excellent,’ she said. ‘One should always dance.’  Quite so.  She danced me down the stairs to where two tall men with long black hair were serving wine and proffering hummus and carrot sticks. 
The lecture, I have to say, was a huge disappointment.  The speaker was a PhD student who had perfected the art of obfuscation, made even more unintelligible by muttering in a transatlantic drawl.  I caught the odd word: exoskeleton, sigil, lobotomy, shame, subjugation, DNA, chimera, pack, pact, anomalous.  I started drawing sigils in my notebook and sketching faces.  I had kinda hoped to talk to people afterwards but they melted into the night…apart from an elderly woman with a face the colour and texture of a prune who thrust a small glass jar into my hand as I left. 
HEKATE of the cross-roads, keeper of the keys of the universe.  Storax, frankincense, myrrh, willow, aconite.
Hmm. 
Add 3 drops of blood to portion used in ritual, thus aligning self with intent.
Hmm
She smiled, shrugged and vanished.  In a puff of smoke?  Oh, how I wish…  But honesty impels me:  it was more like a fading away to grey... 

To be continued…in the meantime, some music...
And a rather beautiful little film

13 comments:

Zoë said...

Isn't that what they call serendipity?

Love the way you described the people you saw. and L yeh, I got it ;-)

xxxx

Exmoorjane said...

Zoe: *grin* Knew you would. xx

Ma.Ste. said...

Bow down, Mistress...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQqNhGtRfsM

Milla said...

Just hope the book's as entertaining as this!!

Meer For Beer said...

I'm guessing Treadwells?

Exmoorjane said...

Ma.Ste. - the cat's favourite ditty
:)
Milla: yeah, me too...
Meer: oh smarty-pants... :)

Hmm, the Three Ms...

Ma.Ste. said...

LOL. :o(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHgLRNBle00

Exmoorjane said...

Ma.Ste. But I haven't got Martha's gargoyle. :( And I'm sorry the hampsters are fed up.

Ma.Ste. said...

O rly?

zenandtheartoftightropewalking said...

Right.
What I am about to tell you is so secret that I may also have to kill you.
A very significant person in my life was many years ago excommunicated for summoning demons. Not joking or kidding at all here.The person in question served penance and was restored later.
But more than that I am unable to share.
Just so's you know that such things and such people exist.
Viv

Ma.Ste. said...

O rly?

Lucy Corrander said...

I'm completely at sea.

Lucy

Tattie Weasle said...

Do so love L it is only there that you can get such a convention...ooohhh verification is unmet.....!