Demons

Out of boredom and sheer need to move around after doing homework for an hour and a half straight, i decided to pick up my sword and play around with it a bit. Slashing and jabbing at a target that wasnt actually there, I felt the fluidity and skill there of something i had never learned. Many people say I have an Old soul, and I do, And seeing as im Celtic blood, and have a family of warriors and soldiers, its likely that Ive once been a Warrior, or more then once. The sword i have didnt feel totally right, being an almost Japanese Katana styled, it felt like i needed something more, more balanced, heavier, shorter, like a machete or a short sword. Even though, i felt the fluidity of the blade so quickly, of killing, of slashing and fighting, every movement was a different attack, every step was another opportunity. I felt unhindered with just clothes on as i fought shadows and ghosts, i felt unprotected but free. I felt some sort of blood memory, how to stand, where to place my hands, how to breathe and move to swing, what time was for when. But more importantly, i felt like i knew how to fight and kill with a sword, even though i never have, and less society falls or zombies become a problem, i probably never will. With that realization, i felt the howling once again inside of me, of the oldest half of my spirt, the ancient side of my soul once again, reluctantly, step back in to the shadows, and ignore its thirst for blood, for violence, and ignore its need to prove itself finally, as something that can hold its own even in this body. Im gaining control over my demon, with the help of Persephone now, its actually making a difference. My aura and energy is calming down, less intimidating, although just as powerful, i feel good things happening, i watch good things happening, dark energy seems to avoid me where ever i am, And good energy fills the void. My life is taking a turn for the better, But my friends, it seems with my good fortune, theirs worsens. Being who i am, sometimes i wish that if i could change that, make my life miserable and pointless again, just to return the fortune to my friends, i wish i could. Atlas is going through some rough times, Hades just got out of the shit storm he was in and seems to be doing better, despite deteriorating health, And of course her life seems to be always nightmareish, something always going on (havnt though of a name). But with that urge for violence silenced, i cant help but sometimes think about sunday night, where i defended my friends but not myself, got punched in the face eight times, im lucky they were puny or they would have broken my nose instead of bruising it. I have to wonder though, why didnt i fight? Why didnt the violent storm of a soul inside me lash out at the chance for release? I feel ashamed almost, i dont feel defeated by them, i feel i have defeated myself. That also brings up the question, Besides Persephone, who is going to read this? Im wasting my breath for now until i can gather more Bloggers for whatever reason. Oh well, thats the way it is, life goes on and i almost couldnt be happier with the way things are right now.