Derek's journey begins
The battered man wept in his new apartment. His tears drying the
side of the wax candle he was lighting. The smell was sickening
but for what he wanted to do he had to work through it. The
candles were positioned around the edge of a ceremonial circle
made of pure rock salt; a red pentagram painted perfectly in the
middle of the circle using owls blood and rattlesnakes venom.
After the fire that had taken his daughter away from him three
years ago he could never bring himself out of his grief, how
could he; now his sorrow had finally gotten the better of him. He
was a man of the church, he had been apart of it his entire life,
he was even a pastor once. He could recite the bible cover to
cover without taking one peak in the book; he could even use it
to console the people who were in his current situation. But once
the tables had turned, once he lost the one person closest to him
the only thing he could do was allow himself to keep replaying
her voice over and over again in his head as she burned to death
in the apartment building.
Since that day his life has fallen apart; he quit being the
pastor in the church; unable to bare the pain of preaching the
words of the God whose name he cursed so much. He cursed it with
the belief that God had taken the only thing truly left in his
life out of spite. For so long he just sat around; lifeless,
without drive allowing himself to waste away in his car, grieving
and slowly dying until one fated moment that would fill him with
hope. The day he found his book of demonic rituals. The reason he
had it was because he once studied as an exorcist while he was
younger and he figured knowing what was in the book would help
him as he progressed in his church life.
As he read the book the only thing he found was a ritual called
Roulette Subortus; it was a ritual that reached into the
dimensions of the realm of the spirits and pulled one out at
random. In desperation he spent the remainder of his life savings
buying that apartment and the needed components for the ritual.
It was a dangerous gamble but he could only think of his daughter
even though it was in a selfish way.
As he finished the preparations for the ritual he grabbed the
book. Standing exactly 10 inches from the ceremonial circle and
began to read aloud. His heart pounded as the words left his
lips. He began to wonder if he was doing the right thing with
every phrase. "Portae spiritibus malivolos et solemni te accerso
ego beckon vos patefacio tua ianua porta caeli portae ad inferos
asperies eam te oro ut ad haec pauper nequam anima vobis volo
venire ad me audire in terra". Everything went eerily silent;
unnaturally; not even the spirits he supposedly summoned could be
heard. However the man would not allow himself to lose hope. He
continued reading the words from the book over and over again;
repeatedly until he could hear at least a faint sound, see a
glint of light anything would do him at this point. He began
shouting the words out at the top of his lungs for hours until
his voice went hoarse and his throat grew sore enough to the
point that it felt as if someone had shoved barbed wire down his
Then he felt drained; the sorrows in his heart felt like anvils
on his body, he dropped to his hands and knees slamming the book
on the floor. Sob's and curse words flung from his mouth, his
tears soaked the book in front of him, and then from his tear
filled eyes he saw another spell that on any other occasion he
would never dare to use. It was a demonic spell that combined
with this ritual could result in his death. He did not know what
would happen if he used it but as of now he was overcome with
desperation. He had already thrown away his devotion to God as
well as his pastoral title; the veil that made him a vessel of
the word. So he decided to take it another step further besides
at this moment even death would be a sweet bliss to him. Through
the sobs in his throat he whispered "Te invoco Narcissus". The
candles flames blew out despite the breezeless room and the man
snapped from his grieving confusion; as if instantly after
obtaining the results he wished to gain for so long he finally
realized his mistake. Despite that realization however his wish
to see his daughter again still trumped any rational thought he
had in his head.
"Bring me my daughter back, bring me back my baby girl" he wept;
hoping some how that her spirit would hear him and fly through
the open portal to embrace him lovingly. Several low screams
caught his attention at that moment; they sounded far off; like
they were coming from a far distance but yet he could tell that
they were coming from inside the apartment. The room was pitch
black now that the candle light was out. And the sounds of the
angered apartment tenants could be heard from outside the door;
they were all complaining that their power had gone out, or that
the A.C. was acting up and the room was freezing. The man could
recognize this all to well and they were the results that he
desired, he knew that any moment now it was possible that his
daughter would come rushing to him from beyond the spirit world.
But it was only a possibility.
A soft stroking sensation rolled up his spine, and after that his
ankles began to burning; as if he were standing in a vat of acid.
Soon the burning sensation reached his wrists then the sensation
soon turned into agonizing pain. He let out a strained scream as
he dropped to his stomach, the energy inside of him felt as if it
were literally being snatched away from his body in that instant.
His body went cold, he felt almost hypothermic; he had little to
no energy left, just enough to shiver. He felt as if he was being
surrounded; it was like millions of eyes were glaring down at him
from the darkness.
Nearly lifeless and awaiting to be dragged to his fated afterlife
all he could think about was his daughter. The hordes of demons
he had conjured did not strike a hint of fear in his soul but
that did not matter; the ritual alone along with the other
unaware tenants and all of the energy being used in the apartment
complex as a whole was enough for the entities to manifest as
they wished. He could here them screaming and growling at him,
whispering in his ear, trying to possess his spirit so that they
could live as they liked. They clawed at his body leaving ritual
curse markings, they pressed up against him in attempts to
instill fear within his mind and scare him into dropping his
guard so that they could obtain his soul. But it would not work,
he used to work in situations like this one when he was in his
prime. And he was too strong to be scared away but he could still
sense a stronger force approaching; his long time dealing with
these entities at least left him with that ability.
His daughter was not coming he had already realized that by now.
And it even seemed that something with the power to rival Lucifer
himself in hostility and pure demonic strength was coming into
his house, even worse onto Earth and he was the one that had to
carry the blame. The energy currently being siphoned from the
apartment was enormous now. The sounds of car alarms echoing
through the air went silent as the entities absorbed their power
following the sound of the power to the apartment shutting down;
leaving a sense of loneliness behind in the silent apartment. The
building was now totally drained and the people had stopped
complaining; they were caught in this supernatural parameter and
drained nearly to their last. The demons grew restless, their
screams of victory were boisterous; they were nearly strong
enough to manifest bodies of their own and their excitement could
be felt in the atmosphere. The man could hear the sounds of
crashing and breaking; as if someone were running through it and
purposefully destroying what ever they could. He could feel
something rough snaking across the length of his body; from his
head to his ankles and curving off the bottom of his heels, then
vanishing as if dispersing into the black nothingness.
He could hear a screeching sound; like someone clawing against a
chalkboard. The sound began to quickly travel around the house
bouncing across the walls engulfing the area with a deafening
ringing. Unearthly yelps pierced his ears, wails of agony and
pain began to echo throughout the house. They all burned in his
brain creating a vision of a man being tortured to death in his
mind. A horrifying shriek pierced through the darkness followed
by the sound of the windows in his apartment shattering; and by
the sound of it every piece of glassware in the building had just
been shattered as well.
A deathly silence overcame the apartment soon after that. The man
could feel a warm blood trail leaking down his cheek from his
ears. He felt his body begin to warm as his energy began to
return, he forced himself back to his hands and knees but his
body was still weak and fatigue kept him from going any farther.
Then through the pitch black he felt the rough figure snake
across the back of his hands. The candles then reignited
illuminating the room with a dim blue fire light; allowing the
man to finally catch a glimpse of the snake like figure
slithering back to the circle, back to the portal and back into
its own dimension.
"Father" said a soft voice that rested gently on the mans ears
drums but yet weighed heavy on his heart. "Amy" the man wept "my
Amy". The man began to feel relief drape over him; as if the
ordeal may all have been worth it as he crawled over to the
flames. Suddenly a dim orange light ignited in the middle of the
ceremonial circle. His veil of relief was drenched by a flood of
grief as he laid eyes on another female.
She was beautiful, she seemed the same age as his daughter, and
certain features were the same. Since she was naked he could see
that she was thin like his daughter and her hair was long just
like his daughters was; stretching down to her lower back. But it
was charcoal black instead of brown, she was very pail unlike his
daughter who's skin always seemed to glow everyday.
This girl's eyes were pigeons blood-red, like a ruby, instead of
blue like his daughters were; this girl's eyes were unnatural,
her gaze was like a laser peering into her soul. But the one
thing about her that twisted his heart into knots more than
anything else was her face; it was nearly identical, that feature
was uncanny it was like Amy's long lost twin. The height was
perfect just like the figure of her body and voice. The girl
looked down at him, her eyes showed nothing, no hostility,
nothing her expression seemed totally stoic. "Amy?" she said
stepping out from the middle of the ceremonial circle. The man
forced himself to his feet barley able to stand, he stood up
straight and that was when he knew that she was truly the same
height as his daughter. "Father" said the girl "Are you hurt?".
The voice was nostalgic that was undoubtedly his daughters voice.
"Did they hurt you" said the girl. By total reflex the man shook
his head slowly "No". The girl smiled in relief. "Good" she said.
"Who are you?" said the man. "Father you summoned me I'm your
daughter". The man felt as if he could recognize something about
this girl's aura but he could not quite remember. The demons
vanished as she appeared; the spells that he fused out of
desperation; something went wrong.
At that moment the man decided on two choices. He decided that he
was either going to exorcise this demon before she went hostile
or if she was not he would find out what she was. But looking at
that face of hers he almost immediately went to his second
choice, but he was still split between the choices regardless.
"Put some clothes on" he said. The girl looked at him in
surprise. "Do you accept me?" she said.
"What?" said the man
"Do you accept me as your daughter?".
recklessly the man answered "Yes I guess".
The blue flames jumped from the candles wrapping around the girls
body and vanishing in a cloud of blue sparks. The ceremonial
circle vanished from the floor as if it were never there; the
lights turned back on and the sound of the power being restored
to the apartment complex chimed.
"Thank you Father Derek Dowry in return I have returned the power
that I took to manifest back to your world. I could not have done
this without your acceptance". The man backed up but stumbled as
glass pierced his bare feet. "Tell me who you are" he said. He
had a feeling that the source of the power emanating in this
house was not all of those demons combined, but this girl; he
could not explain it but her aura it felt nostalgic somehow.
"Yes father" the girl said "I am as we are called on Earth a
demon but I am of the highest class where less than a dozen may
reside". The man sat on the floor and just listened. The girl
walked over to him placing a hand on his gashed, leaking feet. An
unexplainable sensation came over his body, a feeling of a
thousand tiny snakes slithering from his feet up his legs and
throughout the rest of his body. The girl stood to her feet and
backed away from him as he stood up. "You are healed" said the
"Is that all you would like to know?" she said. The man still in
a daze after the girls healing trick he said "No". Despite every
thing he had to know one last thing, he had been trying to piece
together this puzzle since this girl showed up. "What is your
name?" he said "What or who are you?". The girl stared at him
before answering immediately. "I am the demon Daffodil the one
that devours her kin". The man quickly came to realize that his
fears were all too true. He had indeed summoned a powerful demon.
A melody that had been sang for many centuries now by Satanist,
witches and gothic rock groups rang in his head. Daffodil
Daffodil come right in, sit amidst the darkness when you invite
her in, Narcissus Narcissus beside my bed, the whispers in my
head say my futures dead. Daffodil the Narcissus eats her kin.
Chant the magic words and Narcissus comes in. Ego te invitem in.
Narcissus te voco in.
Daffodil a demon who devours other demons. Said to be created by
the hatred and evil that dwells within mankind. Said to only
leave the depths of Hell if summoned. Legends say she is apart of
the hearts and minds of all women and men, any boy or girl. It is
said that if she turns up in your house she will turn any destiny
around in a backward spiral. Any one person's soul she enters
once she leaves even the happiest person will go insane and slip
into rage and despair. This girl who resembles Derek's daughter
was Daffodil; he had no doubt about that. That night the man only
had guilt on his mind. The fact that he summoned demons ate at
him mercilessly. And now he had a being from famous folklore in
his house and somehow by mysterious means (most likely his own)
his daughters spirit was absorbed by this being. All he wanted to
do was pray for atonement; he wanted to beg God for forgiveness
and hopefully get a sign from the lord that he would be given
The man was stuck however. He was stuck between the fact that the
being in the next room had his daughter within that body of hers
somewhere and that fact alone pissed him off greatly. He wanted
forgiveness, he wanted the lord to come to him and smile down
with his graces. He knew what he had to do, he knew he had to
forget his daughter and go on with his life. But he was finding
it difficult. He would not grieve though he, would not cry
anymore, he knew that that in itself was progress so he felt that
he could only keep progressing from there. The man still had a
problem though the biggest problem in his life right now which
had just walked into his room. Daffodil stood in his doorway
wearing one of his over grown shirts that went down to her
ankles. "Father Derek" she said in a voice that differed from
before; it was not like his daughters it seemed more ominous.
He was sure this was the same girl, she even said his name but
Derek could sense something, something that put him on edge. He
wasn't afraid though, she could not harm him not while the pact
was still in effect. "Are you going to exorcise me?" she asked.
Derek just sat on his bed confused by the nature of this
question. "I heard you praying is this your decision".
The Christian in Derek wanted to expel this girl from this world;
he knew she probably would not fight back much. But Derek felt as
if he was being forced to his next decision. "No" he exclaimed.
The girl's eyes opened wide in surprise as Derek continued. "But
in return you must help me find someone before I reach my final
decision. While we do this I will be atoning for the treasons
I've committed against Christ and your power will help me do
"How shall I do this?" said Daffodil "I'll do anything".
"I will exorcise demons wherever needed for as long as you stay
by my side even if that shall be forever ". Daffodil nodded her
head in agreement. "No matter how strong, this is my service to
God" said Derek. "And this is my service to you" said Daffodil.
"I no longer carry the title of pastor" said Derek "From here on
I am an exorcist". "I will do as you say Father Derek" said