Control

Chapter II.

II.

I'm still staring at the fire, and my mind calmed down. I accepted the consequences of the decisions I was about to make. Furthermore, I feel calm and ready. I don’t know what is going on, I’m not even sure if I want to know. All I care about now is that here, and now I am in control. I have control over my emotions and my actions. It’s a foreign experience. Never done that before, and now I feel a bit lost. I guess that’s the price of having others make decisions over my life since I can remember. But at the same time, I’m excited. I wonder what kind of person I am. Having an image in my head of myself is one thing. But it all comes down to how I react to different situations. It could strengthen the picture or simply just set fire to it. I’m starting to wonder what have I missed in the past ten years. But what is the point? I can’t change the past. And even if I could, I’m sure it wouldn’t be for the better.

I closed my eyes and began to focus on my training earlier today. I was trying to feel anything improper around me. When someone comes through from another realm, they have to leave something behind. An energy signature of some sort. And because of the amount needed to travel between worlds, it should be traceable after a few days of happening. All I have to do is find it. I concentrate on anything out of the ordinary. Anything, I’m not familiar with. 

Once I find it, I’ll be able to detect it from further away. Moreover, I am curious. Will I be able to recognize it? Or will it be something new? I keep concentrating on energy signatures around me. I found Lupa’s without an issue. I could track her now all over the place. Where she went and where she had been. But apart from that, I can’t sense anything else. That doesn’t make any sense. I focus even deeper. Can’t feel a thing. Maybe I’m too distracted. I get up and start to walk around. I might stumble up on something. Still in deep concentration, I wander around the cave. Nothing. I circle back to the fire. Moving away from the cave, I feel some signs of entry. But I can’t seem to figure it out. I get closer and the feeling is getting stronger. I’m finally able to track it. Nevertheless, I’m unable to figure it out. It’s a mixture of two different energy signatures. One of them I can’t recognize. The other I did.

Cold sweat ran down on the back of my neck. The signature I’m familiar with belongs in hell. To someone, I never had a good relationship with. His name is Beelzebub.