Mercurious stood in the hallway mirror, practicing his human facial expressions and wondering if his reflection would follow him out the door. His reflection, known to him as Hermea, was a welcome companion, especially on nights like these—when he would need counsel and protection. Mercurious was a formidable opponent in his own right—a magician of sorts. His mind was his greatest asset, though equally brilliant as it was terrifying, even to him. He was skilled in many handcrafts: masonry, construction, auto mechanics, crochet (though he didn’t boast the latter at the pub), and could create and manipulate objects with an ease no one could understand nor master. His weapon of choice in battle was a sword; however, in these modern times he had found kinship with a silver, bone-handled .38 revolver. This wasn’t just any revolver—it was an enchanted gift and was his most prized possession. The silver revolver had an endless chamber of six silver bullets, which still required its spent shells be emptied before it could fire another round of six. This was a minor hiccup in its magical properties but Mercurious was famous for his quick fingers and agile hands and found it unnecessary to begrudge the earthbound gift’s enchantment. After all, the Earth has its own rules and limitations.
The clock on the wall ticked its minute hand and the internal clock inside Mercurious knew it was 9:15. He made one last twitch in his eyes to convey excitement, then displeasure. Hermea twitched her eyes accordingly and to his liking, so he spun away from the mirror to grab his keys. He had 15 minutes to travel to a 9:30 meeting with an undesirable fellow (by Hermea’s standards) named Mitch. But as Mercurious walked towards the door, Hermea did not follow. He continued out, thinking she would catch up eventually, but he sensed something was wrong. Mercurious and Hermea shared a bond that was not of this Earth. Hermea was his Espiri—bound to him from human birth. Though Hermea didn’t come out of a mother’s womb like Mercurious, she was formed when he took his first breath on the Earth’s material plane. Hermea was the external manifestation of his soul—a spirit guide. Every human has an Espiri; on some planes they are known as animal spirits or daemons, on other planes they are known as guardian angels or the inner voice. On the plane where Mercurious lives, Espiri are only visible to humans who have attained self-mastery—they’ve lived as a human on the Earth’s material plane for a minimum of 9 lifetimes. Espiri usually appear as tiny orbs of light or shadowy specters, however, Hermea was a fully formed human being, identical in appearance to Mercurious—a doppelganger. But Hermea also possessed non-human powers: some call it magic, some call it devilry. In actuality, Hermea was not bound to many of the Earth’s limitations such as gravity or decay—she was only bound to Mercurious in human form.
Hermea was also not bound to the will of Mercurious and decided to exercise her own will on this particular evening. She was prideful, restless, and prone to mischief on any given day, though she usually gave heed to the will of Mercurious. Tonight was different. Tonight she had the overwhelming impulse to alter his plans. She was tired of sharing his thoughts, tired of taking the backseat to conscience and higher mind, tired of resisting the Shadow Unconscious. She knew she was just as important to Mercurious as he was to her and tonight she would test her own strength. Hermea was not acting out of malevolence—she was merely curious about the limitations of their symbiotic relationship. Living on Earth, restricted to its rules, left her feeling rebellious. Even though she possessed magical abilities, she was not given full access to properties associated with other planes of existence. Perhaps, the most frustrating obstacle was her human body. The physical needs and desires were excruciating at times: always needing food, sleep, attention, intimacy, sex, excretion—Ugh! How unbearable to her spirit nature. It was time to make some rules of her own.
As Mercurious pulled out of the parking lot of their shared apartment in his leased Mini Cooper, he continued to glance in his rearview mirror to practice his eye movements. His mind was racing with all the probable outcomes of his meeting with Mitch. Still, he couldn’t shake the unusual silence from Hermea’s mind. Though she peered back at him through the rearview, she wasn’t bouncing ideas and problems back and forth, giving him advice, and suggesting new concepts as usual. He tried to summon her with a Visualization of Will technique: her hair, eyes, nose, the pores in her skin, her smell, voice, rhythmic heartbeat, breath, walk—all identical to his own—but she would not appear next to him. Finally, as he approached Gatekeeper Community Park, where he was scheduled to meet Mitch, Hermea’s voice filled the car.
“We must come to an agreement,” she said.
“Can’t this wait?” Mercurious asked. “You know I’ve been planning this meeting for two weeks.”
“We must come to an agreement, now,” she repeated. The heaviness of her voice was enough for him to realize that avoidance was impossible.
“I know what you want, Hermea, and I can’t allow it. You don’t realize the power of the Shadow, my Shadow—it’s not the same here on Earth.”
“Don’t try to tell me about something you’re afraid to try. Haven’t I proven my abilities? Don’t you remember that I’ve lived as the Shadow in previous incarnations?”
“How many times do I have to tell you—there are different rules and laws…”
“Don’t talk to me about rules! It’s bad enough I’m expected to appear at your command! Just let me take control this once. This guy Mitch is not what you think he is…”
“He’s human. That’s all there is to know.”
“And so are you!” she boomed, as the car trembled and engine hiccupped.
Mercurious slowed the car and looked for a place to park, as he knew Mitch was waiting on the bench near the broken lamppost, just as they’d agreed.
“Hermea, there will be many more opportunities to…”
But before he could finish, Hermea was walking towards the park entrance.
“Shit!”
He scrambled out of the vehicle and felt his heart rate raise rapidly, no doubt Hermea’s doing to cause his human body to react emotionally rather than rationally, giving her more power. He didn’t call to her, however, as Mitch would not be able to see her. Mitch did not have a visible Espiri, so Mercurious knew he wouldn’t be alarmed by the appearance of his twin. As Mercurious approached the broken lamppost, he watched as Hermea walked through Mitch and stood directly behind him. Mitch gave no sign of awareness that his body was intruded upon and gave a small nod of acknowledgment to Mercurious, while holding out his hand.
“Glad you showed up, Magnus. I had a feeling you’d be late, though,” he smiled nervously as they shook hands.
Mercurious was always caught off guard by the use of his human name. His real name was Mercurious Magus but had adopted the name “Magnus” after one too many puzzled inquiries into the nature of “Mercurious”. Hermea resented his willingness to conform to the rules of Earth names as well.
“You know my clock is always set to casual,” Magnus replied.
Mitch offered a cigarette, which Magnus refused, as usual. Cigarettes bothered him immensely though he tried his best not to show it. He couldn’t understand how humans could choose to fill their lungs and airways with smoke, as the breath is the most sacred element of human survival.
“So, what is this ‘artifact’ you’re so excited about? Do you really think it’s worth a mil?” Magnus executed his practiced eye movements to convey his excitement to Mitch.
Mitch grinned and reached for his messenger bag. As he moved, Hermea moved with him, a look of fear flashing across her face. Magnus felt his heart race again and within moments realized he was not in control of his body.
“Where the hell did you get that? Who gave it to you? There ‘s no way you could’ve received this without treachery!”
Magnus could feel the rage inside of Hermea pulsing through his body and felt his hand reaching for the silver .38 revolver.
Mitch froze and dropped his bag, surprised at his companion’s reaction. Mitch and Magnus were “friends” in the human sense that Mitch knew. They met at Gatekeeper Community College and started a small business soon afterwards, refurbishing computer parts and providing technical support to PC and Mac users. They’d shared dreams and even women on many occasions—talked about future plans of raising families. But this shared history was all but forgotten, once the object in Mitch’s hand was revealed to Magnus—an object Hermea knew all too well and that Magnus had only heard tales of from his father as a child. Without hesitation, Magnus drew his revolver and fired six silver bullets into Mitch’s defenseless, scared body. At once, Hermea appeared at his side, while Magnus could only watch as his friend fell to the ground. The agony of betrayal fixed upon Mitch’s face was an agony neither Magnus nor Hermea was prepared to endure. Magnus had broken his soul promise—he had murdered another human being, a friend, a person with no real fault besides his own curiosity of an object unknown to him and the naïve impulse to share his mysteriously coveted prize with another.
As the small, incomplete soul of Mitch drifted upwards and disappeared into the night, Magnus stood unbelieving as Hermea bent over Mitch’s body to retrieve the shiny, ticking object that had fallen from Mitch’s hand. She knew she was the only one who could touch the object without a trace, without eyes seeing, without awakening the conscience of the object’s true owner.
“Hermea, is that…Is that His?”
“Yes, it’s His Chronometer.”