The Cursed Libretto ((Noyllopa the Demon)(Part Three of Three Parts))

And Jack the Paperboy

Part Three of Three

Noyllopa the Demon

As Azaz’el escaped the dead body, he ordered Noyllopa, a demonic spirit nearby, who was in the body of a woman, a young female, to watch the boy, Jack, “Come here Jack,” Molly Clemens, a tourist from America yelled (she was about Jack’s, age, fourteen). She was pretty as a daisy, with light blond hair, and just starting to bud, like a flower in the right places. Jack looked her way as he was starting to wipe off the water that covered the leather that protected the pages within the very ancient book which were saggy. He place the book down, and started to row to the dock area, as Molly walked down the steps from the Paris streets to the pathway along side the river. Noyllopa had suggested she do that, and fed her a further proposition to question him the boy for a ride in his boat, thus securing the book-his intentions were to get the book at any cost.

The boy had long wavy dark brown hair and a white shirt on, wore a long vest with deep pockets he place his change in from promotion his papers.

A further boat came by Jack’s; a man screamed out from it, “You’re blocking traffic, go you boat-boy!”

A police man from onto of the bridge was screaming something, the girl wasn’t sure why she was doing what she was doing, but she guessed Jack was cute, and plotting that must be the reason, and said to herself: I’ll see if I can get a ride across to the other side, where Notre Dame is.

For that moment the whole world seemed to be in this small corner, the police the boat man, Azaz’el, now by the police officer, the boy nearly next the dock and Molly.

“Bring me over to the other side,” questioned Molly to the boy.

Abruptly the young man saw within the girl, Noyllopa, as if he had second insight, and the demon saw this, saw that he could see into both worlds, his and theirs, and saw him plainly as if he was physical, he was an aurora around her-steaming out of her, and with madness and unruliness, the demon forced the girl’s hand up into the air, and like a slug hammer, hit Jack so hard, he fell back into the boat several feet, stung by the pain of it all, the whole world seemed dark to him now, then Molly grabbed the book-it had fallen out of the boy’s hands onto one of the wooden meeting places inside the rowboat, turned about, then started to run up the steps the same one she had walked down to the top along the Paris streets and the bridge around the corner, not meaningful exactly why she did what she did.

Jack being of a Godly boy in nature, waking up from the power hit and meaningful now he was facing two deadly heartless beings-started to pray. He saw the invisible Azaz’el standing by the police; and Azaz’el didn’t like the thought the boy praying, nor did the demon, who made it a police to avoid those folks with Godly spirits-as he was once told: it is a spend of time with those folks, when you have the rest of the world at your feet.

(Meanwhile, Mr. Durant was being picked up by an ambulance and brought to the mortuary.)

“Tell me miss, what has happened?” Questioned the police officer looking at the boy, as the girl ran with the book into the officer’s hands.

“I reckon the boy want’s to kill me,” said Molly.

“Do you know Jack?” questioned the police officer.

She was not sure why she said what she said, evidently he knew Jack registered in her mind as she searched for a rejoinder, and it would seem Jack had a excellent reputation.

“You must talk to the boy.” Said Molly, but the police simply looked at Molly dumfounded, and he leaned over to call Jack to join him and tidy things out, for it was all confusing to him, and it showed in his face, then Molly seemed to panic, and her hands hit the balustrade on the bridge, the police officer tried to cool her down, and by some kind of hidden strength, she grabbed the officer by his belt, pulled upward and lifting him as if he was in fact light, and pushed him over the balustrade-it all happened so quick, in a clap of an eye you might say, and the officer fell head first into the river breaking his neck when he hit the water. No one saw a thing, but several people looked, after examination a scream and loud splash.

(-Azaz’el, is now conversing, telepathically with Noyllopa, whom is inside of Molly: “We must get rid of the boy, he can see us, and can cast us into the dogs and cats, who knows what else, he believes in the Messiah, the Christ, and we cannot enter him, yet he can do us hurt.”)

The girl remains frozen for the moment, looking at the police officer drown, and perched like a balloted raft down the river. The boy is staring likewise at Molly, and the policeman, and is oddly shocked, he says to himself: she doesn’t even know what she just did. Next, the boy mumbles aloud: “I see two races of aliens, demonic and innocent. I cannot argue with them, mainly the demon in Molly, and I sense the innocent one wants to enter Molly and keep the demon inside her dominating both-once and for all, so he can operate from and out of, her.”

He looks over to Notre Dame Cathedral; ‘I wonder,’ he thinks, ‘can I cast them into one of those gargoyles on the church, it seems most befitting? -they can live their lives out in those stones!”

(Azaz’el) “We can’t allow that boy to trample on our world…” Azaz’el, says to Noyllopa, but Noyllopa knows these innocent beings are full of pride and this time it will be at his expense, for he had been in Molly for a few months now, and her personality was varying to his, it was like cooking a frog alive in hot water, slowly, and unnoticeable, and now she was shaking her head trying to figure out what and why she just did what she did. The demon was upset with Azaz’el for troublemaking his long worked out plot.

“And suppose we cannot trample on that kid, monsters are killer also you know,” said Noyllopa to Azaz’el, adding, “he might have opened up the book, had you given him a chance.”

Noyllopa was blaming Azaz’el for his witless decisions.

“I guess Noyllopa; there will be war with you, and the boy hostile to me!” said Azaz’el.

Noyllopa knew he could not fight an innocent being, and mainly an angel, even though he was weakened after his fall from grace, he was still a commanding force; and he, Noyllopa, was a much less commanding force, what you would call a lesser spirit.

Azaz’el tried to enmesh himself into the girl, not thinking Noyllopa would leave, but he did, he unhindered the girl from burden, and Azaz’el was furious, for he wanted and needed both of them together so he could dominate lacking being questioned by her actions or spells to enter, thus, he was invading a house he was not allowed to, since Noyllopa left, and Jack saw this, and Noyllopa ran quickly across the bridge, looking behind him as he ran, as the boy followed with his eyes.

Noyllopa knew there was a excellent chance he would have been cast into one of those horses if the boy known whatever thing about such things and he sensed he did. Now the girl was surrounded with this new being, and the boy yelled, “Do not open the book!” it was in her hands. She was free of this demonic being and had a clear head now.

“What just took place,” yelled Molly to Jack, it was like an awakening.

“Come back here with the book, “Jack yelled, standing in the boat alongside of the dock, and she followed his orders.

“Spirits from a further time can live in our time,” said the boy to Molly, “there is one trying to get inside of you now, and one that left, he wants you to open up the book, I reckon it is cursed, and will suck you into his world, so he can incorporate you, give me the book-I will ruin it!”

She leaned over towards the boat, book in hand, said then, “All you say is impracticable, I reckon you want to get the book and sell it, it is I don't know very valuable!”

“You have no thought of what this spirit being can do, end his quest, I will rip out the pages and drawn the book,” said the boy.

Now Molly pulled herself back just before Jack could get the book. A fantastic stillness followed, finally a giant roar, “It came from the book,” she dropped the book, it opened, the pages were now clear to her eyes.

“The book will try to kill you, or its owner!” said Jack.

“I don't know this is as much their world as ours,” said Molly, she was now reading the first paragraph of the opening of the book.

“It says Jack, if you will listen, and she started to read, head down subsequent each line of the words that now had transformed into English from the ancient Albanian dialect:

‘We have brought something new to the world, and whoever possesses this libretto, those you cast a spell on, will not be able to fight it. You will have power to scatter your thoughts around this world, and make people subject to you. They will not be able to fight for themselves with your new power, which will make you much more valuable,’ you see Jack, you and I can be valuable; we will be able to see things man cannot. We will grow and grow in power, until the earth is subdued by us, no longer simply a footstool. We will grow until our spirits drive dread into the world.”

She had not noticed at that moment anyhow, until she lifted up her head, and turned it back to where Jack and his boat were, she had not noticed, but now did that Jack was middle across the river going to the Cathedral, as she now had finished her speech; thereupon, she place one hand on the book, the other pointing into the sky towards the heavens. And that was the last time she had ever saw Jack, and Jack kept rowing, and never looked back.

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Author: Dennis Siluk Ed.D.
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