….and so I stood fixed to the ground not by my
own will but for the greater good.
I watched him break up with her, It broke her
heart, I would have interfered I would have
stopped it, but I didn’t because doing that would
unleash a nexus of things …So complex the
entire world would spin out of control.
I had interfered once, I made a mess of the order
of things, I stopped a man from drinking his
poisoned juice.. served by none other than his
own wife.
I had thought I was doing the right thing, by
saving him… I told him it was poisoned, I didn’t
tell him who, However he was human, he figured
it out.. he went crazy and killed his wife,he had
attempted to kill his kids but they ran to the
neighbors.
He wasn’t pacified, he burnt down his neighbors
house with his kids in it and just to make it look
like a neighborhood fire he set the entire
neighborhood ablaze,people died! 50 people died
because I saved one man! They called it the fire
of vengeance in the neighborhood! I called it my
mistake.
My name is Mephistopheles, Son of
Lachrymal,Grand son of Theseus, Great Grand
Son of Chanukah, Great Great… you know what?
Forget it.
I’m the 40th Generation of the sons of God who
fell and begat children with our mother’s in
Genesis 6.
Yes I have Angels blood in my DNA, believe it or
not I’m not the Only one, you know what else I
have? Two scars… One visible, the other
invisible…
Every single descendant of the Angels was killed
in the flood except one! My Ancestor,My father
told me he never knew how he(our Ancestor)
survived the flood, However he said that after
our ancestry survived, the Maker placed a curse
on us… Deaths Curse…. we were cursed to live in
pain, a curse we couldn’t run from, A curse we
would never be forgiven of, a curse to see death
taking people before it actually does…people call
it premonition, I call it punishment.
“Hey weirdo ” Lilian called.
Everyone called me a weirdo, However Lilian
didn’t mean it,it was a joke, Everyone else from
High school meant it when they called me a
weirdo, I was different.
My first premonition came when I was 12. I had
been reading a story in front of my class in
Junior High,Oliver twist. I had thought I was
reading the story well as the class was rapt in
attention staring at me, then they laughed all at
once. I knew I hadn’t read anything funny to get
them laughing, I looked up and tried to muster a
smile, just So it doesn’t look like I’m weird.
“That would be enough Mephisto..whatever the
Hell your name is…Principals office NOW ” my
teacher yelled amidst crowd laughter.
I didn’t know what I did wrong till I got to the
principals office.
Apparently I had fallen in a trance and narrated
when, how and why my class teacher would die,
Outside the school gate, A fellow teachers car,
Red precisely would knock her down because her
$1 bill would fall off her hand and she’d chase
after it into the incoming vehicle.
I was forced by the principal to apologize, Even
after I had tried to tell my form mistress I was
right, She wouldn’t have none of it, My parents
were called.. They knew I was right… But they
apologized, My father called Miss Gladys outside
and I could hear him say…
“Miss, I know Mephistopheles maybe a weird kid
to you but he’s my boy,Whatever you do today
Miss… Don’t chase that dollar bill when it falls”
When I got back to class I was treated like an
outcast and I didn’t blame them at all. First
off ,who would have a name as Mephistopheles
in this day and time?, I wanted to change my
name So badly and I discussed it with my Dad,
he asked me what I would like to bear…
“Anything Dad, something like Gabriel, Michael or
Chamuel just like our ancestral father ” I said.
“You wouldn’t dare son, those are the names of
Angels, sons of the Maker, we are forbidden to”
I never understood why the maker rejected us. A
lot of humans didn’t think he existed but I knew
he did! I was sure he did, His curse was upon
me.
After school that day, Miss Gladys was hit by the
Red car… The Principals Red car, and since then
everyone avoided me, Students and Teachers
alike… Everyone except Lilian…Oh! And of course
Manuel, probably because he too was weird..
There was something about him I just couldn’t
place my fingers on, but even at that Everyone
including Lilian called him Manuel, I on the other
hand?… I was called the Bringer of Death,The
Devils Advocate and more.
“Hey Hey Hey ” Lilian said snapping her fingers.
I was lost in thought.
“Yeah! What is it this time Lily? “
“I need your help with this History assignment we
were given”
“Okay….? What’s it about?”
“Curses ” she said “Truth or Myth?”
Lilian wanted to know if my life was the Truth or
a Myth, How lovely.
“Well the thing is I…” I was about to tell Lilian I
was busy as curses isn’t quite a subject I wanna
delve into. That’s when it happened.
I saw it clearly, it was So vivid and horrifying, I
couldn’t Stop tears from flowing freely from my
eyes.
I saw Lilian die!
I more than anyone else knew the chain reaction
that follows after I save someone from death but
I couldn’t fight the thought… I just couldn’t, I
knew I had to save her, I had to save Lilian.
“Hey, Hey, Hello, Anybody home?
Mephistopholus? Can you hear me? “
“It’s Mephistopheles Lilian, And I can hear you”
“Oh really? How bout you tell me the last thing I
said or better still the last thing you saw me do,
come on Meph, Let’s hear it”
I could have told her my premonition, after all it
was the last thing I saw her do, But I knew from
my father, after Miss Gladys died, that telling
people about their deaths before it happens
makes it more inevitable.
According to Dad, if I had walked along side Miss
Gladys that day and stopped her I would have
saved her, He However warned I not save
anyone, stating clearly that Death was always
right!
Lilian was the nicest person I ever met, True she
was sometimes haughty but aren’t all beautiful
girls haughty? Maybe this time Death was wrong.
“You gone again aren’t you? This is why people
think you a weirdo, you just stare into empty
space like you see something…Would you please
Stop scratching the table? It’s hurting my ears
and I believe everyone elses”
I didn’t notice I had been scratching the table
with my fingernails , the pattern my bleeding
fingers made was an ancient Egyptian symbol for
death!
I didn’t learn Egyptian or any other language of
the sort but I knew over 900 languages, I could
also hear Angels speak, sometimes it sounds like
music, I was an outcast in the Makers realm and
an outcast on earth, I wasn’t “worthy” to see nor
listen to Angels speak, However I wasn’t one to
let my deficiency curb my curiosity.
Dad had said it was a beautiful melody to listen
to Angels speak, He was Dad, He was right at all
times, such was the notion in our family.
I was 16 when I first happened on Angels
speaking, It’s common knowledge to humans that
there was only Angels of goodwill, How naive! If
only they could see the Angels like I did.
After I saved that man from his wife’s poisoned
juice,I was head bent in regret ,I decided to leave
the scenario before the police find me at a crime
scene, I had barely gone 3 blocks when I saw
Two men coming in my direction, They looked
important, more like Police Officers, I hid!
One of the men appeared confused, The other
had a bland look on his face with a pen and a file
in his hand.. Golden pen,Golden file, He must be
rich I thought, a rich important Police Officer..
The combination of these words sounded absurd
to me but they were the only conclusion my 16
year old mind could come up with.
“I don’t understand it, he was to drink the poison
and die, cremated soon after… it was inevitable, I
just don’t..” one of the Men said.
“The Maker isn’t Happy about this, do you realize
that? I mean you’re here in time to claim over 40
souls but not here to make sure one soul died?”
“Fate, you might well over scream about it So
the Maker hears you and punishes me but I’d
have you know I’m just a messenger not the real
deal”
“Of course! the glorious excuse… Oh! I’m the
Angel of Death not Death himself, you’re just
so..”
“Sssh! “
“Don’t shush me! ” Fate rebuked.
“I said shush, Don’t you smell that? “
“Smell what? ” Fate asked as he sniffed in more
air…”Ahh! I smell it, It’s rice and tilapia, that food
is so..”
“You idiot! Its an Ersedevlin,The offspring of
Chamuel and the blood of a reaper ” the other
Angel said.
“What? Hahaha, you’re not serious, no such thing
exists as an Ersedevlin, it’s a myth OK? A myth ”
Fate blurted out.
“I assure you Fate, it’s not.. Do you remember
the Passover in the Land of Egypt? And how the
Maker instructed his people to smear lambs
blood on their doors?”
“Yes Yes I do, They did that because the Angel
of Death was passing that night… wait! Don’t tell
me that was you”
“It was, Only a younger version of me,I couldn’t
differentiate between the Makers children and
the Ersedevlin children of Egypt, All first born
children including Ersedevlin first born have a
unique scent, so I pleaded with the Maker to
create a diversion for me, by asking his children
to smear Lambs blood on their doors, All doors
without this blood I went in and took out all the
Ersedevlin”
“Wait! Hold up,So you’re saying, after Passover in
Egypt you…”
“During Passover not after… “the other Angel
said, cutting Fate off.
“OK during Passover, my point is, How the
Heavens is there an Ersedevlin still alive to this
day?” Fate asked looking but curious and
doubting the story in itself .
The Angel of Death came in my direction…. I was
the Ersedevlin….and whether or not I could see
him before he actually came didn’t matter, He
was an Angel and Angels don’t frolic with
Ersedevlins ..case in point… Passover Feast in
Egypt.
I looked around for something sharp to cut a
body open, No! Not the Angel’s body.. Mine.
I had learnt from Dad that an Angel would be
repelled by the blood of an outcast or by the
blood of a Lamb, I hadn’t any Lamb but what I
did have was a sharp object to cut myself with.
I cut my skin open, maybe a bit too much ,blood
spilled and I heard the two Angels argue.
“Did you do that? Fate?”
“Goodness Me, one minute I’m sniffing the air to
perceive your supposed Ersedevlin, the next
minute you fart? It’s So unangelic of you…” Fate
complained.
My blood smelled like Angel fart?
“Don’t you dare shift blame to me Fate, Don’t you
dare… ” replied the other Angel who by now you
must have figured was the Angel of Death.
They argued endlessly about the existence of
Ersedevlin to whose fault it was that 50 people
died instead of one.
If only they knew, I was the Ersedevlin, I was
responsible for the deaths, I would have been
shred to a thousand pieces.
I was beginning to feel weak and almost passing
out when…
“Shhh, Keep quiet ” Fate said this time.
“Oh! Great, now it’s my turn to be shushed isn’t
it? “
“Shut up Zamenhof and look ” Fate replied.
It was my trail of blood Fate had spotted, I
maybe had cut too deep,I was bleeding out, I
summoned all the energy I could muster and ran,
I ran so fast I could not feel my legs on the
ground.
“After him Zamenhof, that human is the one who
farted”
“You idiot! We can’t smell human fart, That Fate,
is the Ersedevlin I was telling you about, after
him ” he screamed.
“Nem Len logo shafli solog Angelika ivis, Nem Len
logo shafli solog Angelika ivis, Nem Len logo shafli
solog Angelika ivis”
I chanted as I ran, it was an ancient chant
Father taught me , that cloaked me from Angels
sight,but that day it didn’t seem to be doing
much as I could clearly hear the whooshing of
their wings behind and a repeated “inivis invis
inivis” from Fate.
He was countering my spell even before I
finished.
“You think you can run you vile thing ” Fate
shouted “Today you die”
I knew my concealing spell wasn’t working I had
to try something else
“Ikla Acraduli fremola porteeeee” I cried as a
vortex opened up.
I was barely 16, four years after my first
premonition had come, but father knew that
Angels wandered in all manner of places, he
knew that after I had seen Gladys die,that word
would spread about a new outcast, So from that
day he thought me spells, enchantments but he
also thought me self control.
I swear every time someone called me a weirdo I
felt like opening up the ground So they fall in but
as Father would say in Spanish.. “Chico, no es
bueno ” meaning “Boy, it’s not good “,we could
speak 900+ languages just like the
Angels,including Hebrew, Latin and Greek, some
of our spells were written in Angelik.
You would expect they accept us due to these
similarities but Angels can be quite the annoying
people
“Mahan Naganibesh ” Fate shouted again.
I was half way into my vortex when it closed and
repelled me, throwing me helpless at the feet of
the Angel of Death and the Angel of Fate.
“Zamenhof, I have him ” Fate screamed.
“Hahaha! Good job Fate, like the humans say, he
was ill fated.. get it? Ill fated? Hahaha! ”
Zamenhof the Angel of Death laughed as he
brought out his shiny sword.
“Any last words Ersedevlin? ” he asked.
I looked up at him, I was getting killed by the
Angel of Death, just like in the stories I had
heard.
“None? Better to not speak, this would be quick”
he said.
“Illinomunei a demonica nem sailakolog ” I cried
loud.
“You bastard! “Zamenhof screamed.
I had summoned something, something Father
had said lived in purgatory, it didn’t like
Ersedevlins nor did it like Angels, but Angels it
hated more… Did I say it? Sorry I meant They!
Zamenhof and Fate braced themselves for battle,
stepping back from the dark cloud that came out
of the ground, leaving me as first choice for
Death by the hands of a Lukaleon also called the
demon of purgatory.
I was both too weak to run and too afraid to.
“Who dares summon Lukaleon? ” they said.
“Ready, Zamenhof? ” Fate asked.
“I’m always ready to spill some demon blood”
I scrambled up to my feet and tried to run away
from the battle ground when Lukaleon whipped
me.
“Aaaaaaah! ” I screamed as I was burnt
physically by the whip of a demon.
Lukaleon was Legion, when it came it came in
thousands but I knew they were no match for
one Angel, talk more of Two, However they were
a great distraction in my favor.
I got away that day!But only just, and since then
I was an enemy to Zamenhof the Angel of Death.
Lukaleons scar was my first scar, the second?
My Ancestry.
Jan 6, 2015 TEDTHEPLAYMAKER