Paimon [Part 4-Final]

It was a dark and fleeting voice in his ears, which chilled him to his core, whispering the name over and over again. “Paimon... Paimon…. Paimon…” he spun around in his chair, expecting to find someone there, but to his surprise, no one was there. He glared at the empty space behind him; he couldn’t help but let his hand rest on his SIG P226 DAO, which was holstered on his hip, for a moment.

James sat back in his chair, “Jeez, I gotta start going to bed earlier.” He said with an uneasy smile.
He spun his chair back to the computer screen and stared at it for brief second, when he got an idea. He opened the web browser, and went to Google, and typed Paimon, into the search bar and hit ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’.

As soon as he clicked the button, the computer shut down and, the electricity in the whole building went out. He could hear the other policemen in other rooms scrambling about. Luckily James kept a flash light in his desk for emergencies.

He slowly reached out for his drawer handle, he pulled it open and grabbed out the flashlight. He flicked the ‘on’ switch, and light illuminated the dark, empty room. James had not realized he was the only on in the room. An eerie feeling ran up his spine, as he heard a skittering noise behind. He spun on his heel quickly shining the light in the area while at the same time drawing his pistol. Nothing shown in his light as he stood poised for attack. He looked around anxiously wondering why the emergency lights had not yet come on, he was still afraid to be alone in the dark.

“A rat.” He said trying to reassure himself as he turned, back around and headed for the door, but before he could take more than two steps, the fleeting voice returned to his ear, barely louder than before.

“Paaaimon... The… Elegant…..” James turned quick with a startled yelp. He lifted his gun again trying fervently to find the voice. “Who the hell is that?” he yelled out as he jumped and turned again.

“… King……Paimon…” the voice continued into his ear.
James became frantic and ran to the door to find it locked. He threw his body at the door over and over but it would not budge.

“Paimon…holds... dominion…”

James looked around panicked again, his flash light stopping on his cell phone sitting atop his desk next to his small radio. He ran to grab it. As soon as he flipped it open, the radio turned on blaring Robert Johnson’s “Me And The Devil Blues.” James let out a panicked scream causing his phone to fall from his hands; he quickly dropped to his knees to retrieve it. He started dialing desperately but nothing happened. His phone was on but when he pressed a button it didn’t respond.  “What the fuck!” he screamed as he threw the phone at the wall, it shattered as it hit. James ran back to the door and started frantically banging on it again and screaming at the top of his lungs. But it seemed like no matter how hard he tried, he could not surpass the volume of the radio. He ran to it and snatched it from the wall.

To his amazement it continued to play, he dropped the radio, and brought his hands to his head as tears began to well in his eyes. He pointed his pistol at the radio and fired four shots through it, but it did not cease its noise.

He walked backwards staring at the radio. He slumped down against the door as Robert Johnson crooned out, “Hello Satan, I believe it’s time to go.”

His flashlight began to flicker out as he held it in his hand. Tears began to fall from his face as memories came crashing back into his head of being locked in a dirty, dark room, as a child, for days naked and by himself, listening to the sounds coming from the room over, knowing his turn would
soon be next.

He couldn’t help but whimper as the room slowly began being engulfed in darkness.. Right before the last illuminating defense of the light was broken, the voice returned, sounding louder once more,

“Paimon…… Comes!”