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Current Residence: Seattle
Dameon had a little secret. He would stay up late in his room and listen to voices magnify with clarity as the hours past. By witching hour, he was well into conversation with spirits from the underworld.
On the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of his existence, Dameon sat in his room with a sense of concern for no voices called to him or welcomed a conversation.
The boy was saddened, for he was accustomed to his friends of the night. As the hours past and witching hour neared, a low moan began to form and grow with every minute. The sound was coming from a small mirror on the wall. "neomad come." A soft voice beckoned. This happened three times before the boy responded.
He slowly neared the mirror and stood in front. A dark cloaked figure holding a book looked up at Dameon and fixed with stare. He did not move at first, for he seemed to be examining the boy closely.
Dameon touched the mirror and the figure lifted the book. He pushed the book through the mirror and the boy jumped back. The figure told Dameon that he was the chosen child of the underworld. The book was a gift to record his thoughts and adventures, but not of the human world, for the book was a doorway to the endless corridors of the underworld and beyond.
He only need but to knock six times to enter and join the voices he loved so much over the years.
Dameon was hesitant to agree, but something inside him knew that not all belong where they reside in life and he felt that more than ever.
Three hundred and forty-eight years has passed since that day, and no one knows if little Dameon ever did knock on that book all those years ago.
Within a grand mansion south of France is a beautiful library of rare readings and novels alike. Within a caged area in the back behind red draped curtains is one book, chained and crude. No one goes near for voices are heard from time to time. Above the cage inscribed in a graceful script, read, thou may enter at six and belong forever within.
kinatas eht neomad