Belial's Little Princess

So I've spent both my days off playing video games with my brother. This weird dream I've had three nights in a row... it doesn't repeat, it continues. Thankfully I tend to blabber about my dreams on a tape recorder and I decided just to write this all down as one cohesive piece. The third night, well morning rather, I was waking up every hour or so with little images that still seemed part of this dream.

My step-brother, Johnny, and I were playing Dynasty Warriors - Diao Chan's Escape - and then the cat walked in. Alice kind of meowed, like she does when she wants food, so I just put down the controller and walked towards my door. Johnny kept playing and when I reached the hall, Alice scooting ahead of me as always... the house melted away.

It was still the hallway but it felt darker and there was mist crawling out from every blacked out doorway. Alice was still ahead of me and she looked back. When she meowed, it droned out into a yeowl and then, if you know what a cat's growl sounds like, and she started shifting. Her body cracked and snapped and she got bigger and bigger. Her arms and legs lengthened and her back arched in a sharp angle. She morphed into a kind of cat woman and started dancing. The mist turned into black smoke and flames jumped out all over. The house caught fire and I could feel the heat. Yet I wasn't afraid. I just stared passed Alice and saw glowing white eyes.

Naturally, I walked towards them even though the house was progressively heating up and more flames leapt out. I started seeing the image of the human-like Alice dancing in the flames beside me as I walked down the hall. With big black wings unfurled, dousing the flames around him, I seemed to recognize the man who emerged from the black smoke. His flesh was pale as snow and cold as ice. His long black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall of ink. All I could do was stare. His piercing eyes, what colour were they? I just remember the haunted look and yet felt comfort therein. He opened his arms wide, his wings stretching to protect me from the flames now consuming the entire house. In one arm, nestled in his palm, is a tiny solid black kitten.

"Is it you?" I whisper, he nods, and I fall into his arms, embracing him and shielding the tiny kitten with one hand.

In a deep embrace, we fall as fast as a comet through the flames. The little feline shifts into a gorgeous raven and blankets the world in shadow. Plummiting for what seems like ages the darkness becomes bespeckled with stars and then we're falling through whispy midnight clouds. I see the moonlight reflect off the water but when we hit, it's the most soothing feeling. Arching in the cool waters, he holds me at arm's length to show me his calm smile... as though I had fear and needed reassurance. When I see the enormous shadow lurking closer, I feel my heart leap. She's beautiful. A giant opalescent shark grinning toothily. She circles us, swims beneath us and he pulls me in close as he grabs her fin. Clinging softly to his shoulder, I open my eyes to watch the sea life swim by. All kinds of fish, dolphins and whales that pay us no mind but go about their day. I also notice the arrow sticking through the shark's fin and reach out for it. A simple touch and it dissolves and I hear a low gutteral thrum... it's strangely melodic. Suddenly picking up speed, the shark races towards the moonlight shining above. She breaks the surface and we're soaring through the air again.

Just when I think we'll plummit back to earth, arching in the sky, we begin to swan dive... and land softly in a mess of black feathers. The giant crow soars through the clouds with him and I crouched upon his back, his wing still protectively shielding me. I can't describe the experience... it was very vivid in the dream... floating on air, soaring about and doing rolls and loops in midair. He grabs me by my waist and falls to the earth. I end up clutching his shoulders as he shifts into the demonic unicornis I'm so familiar with. His pale flesh goes coal black and his mane and tail fade into crimson. His vein-entwined, black crystal horn shoots out just as he lands in the beach sands. I land on his back as though gravity doesn't exist and he takes off at a soaring gallop.

From that point it's one of those dreams... the magnificent Danté Diamante Diablos racing through the landscapes. From the midnight beach, to the rocky highlands, through mist cloaked meadows and snowyvalleys, up into the mountains and even through a desert. If you've no love for equines, you've no idea what the sensation feels like... even in a dream. Dee resembles a more muscular, clearly demonic, Friesian horse with a twisted, blade-like horn. The last landscape, the desert, he actually walks through. A soft pace, occasionally trotting over the sand dunes, until we reach a pyramid crowning a huge oasis. Instead of walking around, the stallion walks through the water. His hooves, feathering dancing about them, make tiny ripples on the surface of the sparkling water. I remember plucking a lilly from the oasis, a white one with a purplish tint to it... it looked like a bunch of tiny orchids on a vine... and I braided it into Dee's hair. We reach the entrance and walk between a row of flaming Anubis statues.

The second night, I'm within the giant pyramid. I'm ushered away by flowing maidens. By that I mean, they had distinctly female physiques but were covered from head to toe in transluscent ribbon that flowed all about them like demented tendrils. They had two, I can't say horns, more like... tenteacles? Two of these things sprouting from their heads that they had decorated in bracelts and veils. I was taken into a room and dressed up... nails painted black, white make-up all over my exposed neck, hands, arms, legs and my face of course... very little was exposed though. I was bound in a strange corset and a dressed made of many layers of silk... thin, spiderweb silk tinted purple. In the room, with its black and white chessboard floor and red decor, sat Alice, Billy and Salem distinctly, as well as the other cats I've had the pleasure of knowing over the years. I wondered where Dee had gone but when I made to leave the room, those maidens came back and whisked me away down the many labyrinth-like halls. I was escorted into a large throne room where many demonic presences sat around a long table. I wasn't escorted the whole way, they stopped, sighing musically and then departing. I approached the one demon at the head of the table.

Knelt beside Belial, I stroked the throne chair's armrest, crested with the skull of a ram, and it purred at me. I listened to their conversation. They being Baphomet, Mephisto, Lucifer, Leviathan and so forth. I was Belial's little princess, in a dress of flowing silk and numerous adornments that I paid absolutely no mind. I just stared into nothingness, stroking the ram's head, on a plush purple pillow and listened. Sometimes the discussion got quite heated but quieted if I flinched at all. Dinner was served and I was escorted back out.

I must've asked something because they didn't take me to my room, they took me to a courtyard. Out on a balcony, under the starry sky, amidst orchids and roses and flowers I'm sure don't have names... nor did all the colours I saw... Standing at the very edge, by the ornate marble railing, was Dee. Human again, well, human-like. His great big wings curled behind him, his ever black claw-like nails glimmering burnt silver and his unearthly pale skin shining in the moonlight's crescent gaze.

And I dance with him. It falls so easily and I don't know where the soft piano notes are coming from or where the violin sings. The maidens sigh with that sweet musical whisper which just adds to the strange orchestra spawning from the abyss. It's music I feel I've heard before but can't name - eerie yet sweet, soothing yet sorrowful... and we dance. I remember Dee having his usual haircut this time, shaved on both sides to reveal his tribal tattoos with the mohawk descending into a ponytail swaying behind him. I remember looking up into his eyes, still wondering what colour they were, yet remembering that look... that piercing gaze... and then being distracted by a horde of bats passing over head with shrieking cries.

The following dream goes right from the dancing scene. Dee and I mounting these gigantic felines and galloping off across the landscape. Criss-crossing each other and leaping, bounding and the cats seem to have as much fun as us. The feline, though much more resembling a fluffy oversized tiger, has Billy's colouring and his old collar. Dee's tiger creature is a deep shade of true green with loud orange stripes and seems more sleek than fluffy. It played in my head for a long time, again my artistic mind admiring the scenery, the movement, the colour... the sensation.

Then we're back and Belial, for I'm certain it could only be him, greets us. The sun's beginning to rise, a faint red streak across the horizon. We retire to the chessboard room, comfy in each other's arms, and fall asleep with Billy, Alice and Salem curled up on the giant canopy bed.

There were a few other parts that I can't quite place anymore. I was in a room of glass walls that I found to actually be a huge aquarium and giant eels and smiling crocodiles swam around... they seemed somehow mutated... the water appearing foggy and red as though a fresh kill had just been devoured.

I remember actually playing Mahjong and Chess with Dee even though I have no idea how to play either of those games!

I think there was something about a dragon too... I don't remember... 'cept it was an Ancient Red.

Oh yes! Beneath the moonlight, Dante in his demonic unicornis form with me atop his back staring out at the ocean... a sudden gust of wind throws dozens of moths at my face and they tangle in my hair. Dante rears...

Then there was that man... scaled in places where his pale flesh has been scarred... knife-like rusty red stained blades sticking out of his skull like a mohawk... scissors replacing his hands... staggering about howling beneath a starless sky.