Demon Issues
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 08:42 AM PST
Topic Rant


In October / November time I dated a guy called Frost. Yes, that was a nickname. Yes, he chose it himself. No, it didn't make him in the least bit cooler, but at the time I was too smitten to see that. So I went out with him and was as happy as anything for, ooh, about a week. He was older than me, and tall with long black hair. Lovely. Then I found out a bit more about him, oh fuck was I not ready for that!
It turns out that the delectable Frost had a bit of a possession problem, or so he claimed. Apparently he was a demon and had spirits possessing him regularly. This would be about the time I said "bye-bye" and moved on to pastures greener. Unfortunately HE didn't move on. While my friend and I were in the pub, he and his groupies were sat a few tables over throwing "energy balls" at one another. Now this would be all well and good, if they weren't faking, and obviously faking at that. They may as well have grabbed a marker pen and written LOOK AT ME across their foreheads.

So, Jamie, Lee and I had a good laugh at their expense. We were snobby, elitist bitches and were having a whale of a time doing so, not caring that they could hear our sarcastic comments all too clearly. One of the members of the group, a young girl who I was quite good friends with came and sat with us for a while, during which time we got out of her that she didn't actually believe Frost, but her friends were part of his little cult and she hadn't wanted to be left out. We suggested that she stay with us, and let her friends make fools of themselves without dragging her down too. She said that she didn't trust Frost, and wanted to keep an eye on her friends.

Up until then I'd been laughing at him, but saw no real reason to distrust him as he didn't exactly inspire terror in those around him. His groupies were all naive children at least two years younger than him, just looking for a way to be different, or to be special and he had handed that to them on a plate. After the girl rejoined their group we heard them whispering amongst each other and giving Lee, Jamie and I glances that I think were supposed to be subtle. They then joined hands in a circle and started having epileptic fits. Well, they were vibrating and growling. It was similar.

The girl came back over later on when the groupies had dissipated and explained what was going on; they had decided that Jamie, Lee and I were "evil spirits" and that they needed protection from us. They had also been quite mean to her, telling her that she couldn't be a part of their cuvant (sic) anymore, as she'd talked to us. By that time another of my friends was in the pub, and he had known Frost for a few years. I asked if there was any real reason I should be wary of the guy. He told me that once, when playing in LazerZone he had been shooting Frost when the guy turned round and screamed at him to fuck off. He had protested, reminding Frost it was just a game, and shot him again in fun. Frost slammed him against the wall and started choking him. Why he didn't tell me this BEFORE I started dating the psychopath is anyone's guess.

For a while nothing was heard from him, and his groupies disbanded, many of them rather embarrassed for associating with him to begin with. Recently however he's been back and is on top form. His recent activities have covered announcing to the whole pub that he has bonded with Lucifer and is growing wings and horns, telling everyone who will listen that Jamie has no magickal ability (this is a guy who was raised Pagan and definitely DOES know his shit) and that though he may be a seer, he won't be able to see his own downfall, which Frost is planning on bringing about, and (this one being both the best, and the most disturbing) Frost says that in every human incarnation of his he has destroyed a member of Jamie's order (N.B: Jamie isn't even part of a coven, no orderliness going on there) and now it's down to just me and Jamie, and he has to destroy at least one of us before we destroy him.

Oh yes, and he walked up to my current boyfriend and said, "Pop her cherry, she needs it." Funnily enough, I'm not best amused. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas on how I / we should handle the situation?


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