Aunty Fidelisa

Robbie brooded imprisoned in the mirror unable to see as the heavy cloth was draped over him. He could some how feel the egg across the room, softly beckoning him, but he resisted the call, as the fear of accepting what was growing within as the new him horrified him. What if what the demoness claimed was true, and that he could become something greater than what he ever could have hoped for before. The whole situation was just overwhelming his ego and sense of self, as he would have tears running down his face if he still had a physical form. Softly repeating to himself, “I am Robbie Dawg, I am a man, I have a life, My friends and family are most certainly missing me, They are out there searching for me. I know it, I just have to make it home.”

Sometime later in the day, the door to the house opened slowly, as a sing song voice echoed through the space, “Hello, Mistress Hekate, Miss Heeeeeekaaaaaaateeeeeeeeeeeee, are you home, it’s aunty Fidelisa, I’m coming in, deary.”

When the plump, blue skinned, mid aged woman walked into the room, she was humming a soft tune, as Robbie found himself, listening but careful not to make a sound as he just listened to the stranger that had entered.

The imp was picking up items of clothing that had been strewn across the floor, then sighing, “Miss Hekate, how I wish you would learn to pick up after yourself.” Sighs, “Mistress is still such a child.” Then noticing the egg in the middle of the room, she quickly moved to it, “Oh, so my dear child can do creation magic after all. Does this mean she has finally decided to acquire a servant to clean up after her, that would be so nice, if I didn’t have to come over all the time to clean up here.” Laying the clothing she had gathered on the chair, she held out her hands over the eyes, closing her eyes, as she felt the magic that was creating the form within the egg.

“Hmm, that’s odd,” she mused noting the mix of human and demon dna within, “well not a true servant, I would guess, but there is no soul within yet.” Stepping back from the egg, she allowed her senses to flow through the room, “oh there you are?”

She stepped over to the mirror, lifting the cloth from it, “Why hello there, and you might you be?”

Robbie blinked from within the mirror, nervous as he saw the yellow eyes of the woman peering at him with a motherly concern. “I’m Robbie Dawg, and she trapped me in here. Please can you help me, I don’t want to be a girl, I just want to go home.”

She sighed bringing a hand up to brush through her blonde hair, “aww darling, I’m so sorry, but if you are here, it means you have died, we are in one of the realms of hell. I’m so sorry but there is no way to return, not even Lord Belphegor may resurrect the dead.” Then reaching with the other hand to stroke the side of the frame of the mirror in an effort to comfort the disembodied soul.

Robbie sighed deeply, eyes downcast, as the words seemed to weigh down on him confirming what he feared, “So the bitch was lying, it figures, I am stuck here forever.”

The woman noticing the effect of her words, quickly attempted to cheer him up, “But I saw the egg, and Mistress created a wonderful new body for you, she even allowed you a piece of herself within it. You should be able to become even more powerful than most demons here with royal blood mixed in your veins.”

“But she told me I could return back to my realm if she creates that body, if we formed a pact. It’s just a lie, I should have known you can never trust a demon.”

“Now, now deary, if Mistress Hekate promised you that I am sure she has a way. After all, she is a good girl, even if a little rough around the edges.”

He blinked looking up questioning into her eyes, “a good girl, she’s a god damned demon.”

At this the woman paused, the briefest hint of anger crosses her face, before she regained her composure. “Please darling, we are all not evil, we are demons, but much like humans most of us just live our lives, and try to do our best. Please just give us a chance, and meet us, and know dear, I hope that we can be friends. Perhaps once the new form is ready, I will be able to help you get comfortable with it and your new abilities.”

He just stared back from the mirror, unsure of how to respond, but somehow this woman’s nature was so reassuring and comforting, some little place in him began to whisper, “this might not be so bad.”

Just then the sound of the front door opening reached them, with a woman’s voice grumbling as she entered the house.

The blue woman smiled, “Again, oh, so Mistress is home, don’t worry deary, Aunty Fidelisa will take care of you, I am here for you, I promise.”