I’m up at 3:00am, after fighting two demons. Tlexaquatel, whoever that is (no, I don’t know how to spell it) and a lesser demon continually running from its nemesis.
Both are like two boogers superglued to your fingers.
Tlex makes evil look like Santa Claus, and kept destroying everything in it’s path. I’m trying to remember the details but all I get are flashes of a see-saw, a blackish mirror, tidal waves of collective fear, and lots of destruction.
In the end, both demons agree to inhabit the same possessed body until they can separate and continue their rampage.
They might come back to haunt me again tonight, but that battle will have to wait until after I pee.
I’m back again.
Now it’s time for five minutes of internet research to find the face looking at me through a blackish mirror. The closest I can come is Quetzalcoatl, patron god of the Aztec priesthood, learning and knowledge.
Considering the devastation occurred in a small Mexican village, circa early 1900’s, it all fits together.
I’m still trying to understand how easily this demon was defeated by a few words in some strange language and a broom made of straw.
That’s it for tonight. I’m hoping my inner demons will try to take over Antarctica and freeze to death.
I know; that was cold.