DEMACLI, THE LEGION DEMONIAC
25 A.D. in the region of the Decapolis
“Master! The caravan has arrived!” A voice shouted from below.
“That makes your third investment in four months coming in with no mishap,” said Habbi. “Luck is finally with you.”
“Yes, it has,” Demacli said yawning.
“Master, what ails you? In some nights, we can hear you talking in your sleep. Sometimes, we hear screaming.”
“Bad dreams,” Demacli said almost hauntingly as he stood up and went to the window. “It is always the same dream.”
“What dream haunts you so?”
“I… I am in my room and hundreds of… shadows are trying to break in! Some nights, I can here them beckoning me to let them in. When I awaken, I am drenched in sweat. I try to stay awake but… my eyes become heavy. Then, the dream comes again.”
“Master, since you have gone to the temple of Dionysus, your businesses have done well. But now you are haunted by this. You must return to the priestess.”
“What is it that you seek of the gods?” asked the priestess in the center.
“I have these dreams…”
“Have your business improved?” asked the priest on the right.
“Are you not debt free?” asked the one on the left.
“Do you want… more? …fame? …power?” asked the priestess in an alluring voice.
“Yes… but the dreams?”
“Let them in,” said all three together.
Demacli was in the same room of his dream. The room was bare, devoid of any objects. There were no windows. The walls were lacking of decor and the ceiling was domed. Against one wall, there were double doors with a wooden bar across them keeping closed. Outside, he can hear the wind blowing and something that sounds like thousands of footsteps circling the room.
The doors rattled. Demacli’s heart raced and he rushed to the doors to make sure the bar was secured. He rested his forehead against the doors to calm his heart down. Then, there was a knock and a female voice.
“Remember the wealth… remember what we can give you. Let us in!” Those three words rung out again very slowly, but with the voices of thousands. “Let… us… in…”
Demacli started to tremble and shake all over. He wanted what the voices were offering but yet he was desperately scared. But as the voices continued, his resolve weakened. He straightened himself and slowly lifted the bar. He swung the doors wide open. Then, he woke up.
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