The Devil and Handsomelouii... The Poet.

Somehow, I, the narrator - was a mirror in a dream. None of the characters even knew of my existence. They just saw me as the mirror.

Meanwhile...

HandsomelouiithePoet lay dreaming. He was smiling, obviously the dream was very pleasant.

He was seeing Ole Satan standing in front of the mirror that once belonged to Snow White's nemesis...The Evil Queen. No one knew how he got it...and no one dared ask.

The mirror was now the devil portal to wherever Satan needed to go. And it could grant him his deepest desires. He had willed it to be so.

But...the Devil had no need to be fickle enough to ask the silly mirror, "who is the fairest of them all".

He already knew that he was.

Instead - He ordered...

"Mirror, I have the need to visit the world above, make me as a stoic Mother/Father Earth, celestially awe-inspiring and extraordinarily adorned with blooming vines and ancient symbols. My skin should be intricate and beauteously smooth - handsome, but somehow different enough to fit in with humanity's modern view of a modern god with 'Multi-Deity Syndrome'.

Let me be standing at the heart of an ancient, sun-dappled enchanted forest, weathered stone carvings forming the backdrop, with moss and small flowers growing in the crevices. Wisps of ethereal mist curl around my feet, and the air is alive with the soft glow of hidden sprites. Blend the human traits of hyper-realistic rendering and fantasy illustration with a touch of digital painting".

"Wow. Now those are very non-specific instructions...not ambiguous at all". Mused Handsome facetiously, chuckling in his sleep.

But the mirror too had evolved. It now was wont to demand respect. Plus this devil guy was always so full of himself. Mirror was so tired of people of his ilk.

"First of all, Mr. Devil...with all due respect - you need to learn the word 'please'. And second, you should address me as 'mirror, mirror on the wall, etc and so on".

"INSOLENT MIRROR". Barked Satan. "How dare you make demands of me. Do you even know what I can do to you".

"Oh yes, I do. Just break me into pieces and end my misery...please".

Louii's hand unconsciously reached out in his sleep, the very thought of the mirror shattering was enough to give him nightmares forever.

"NOOOOOO"! He yelled, squirming in the midst of his REM induced comatose nightmare.

But, he need not have worried...Ole Satan was too vain to ever break the mirror. Look what he had to do to attain it.

"Do it Now Mirror"!

"Fine. Here goes". Louii held his dreamstate breath.

" Oh God no"!!!! A sleeping Louii mumbled, twisting and turning in his sweat soaked bed.

"Mirror"...roared Satan.

"Oh yes, you got what you asked for, did you not, you kind of look like an enhanced Cap'n Jack Sparrow, don't you think". Mirror tried very hard not to giggle...although it had no mouth as such.

"This is completely unacceptable, fix me now".

"Ok, ok. Let's try this again". Mirror knew that it was being especially spiteful, but was having the time of its life. It no longer had anything to lose. Snow White had been long gone...and Hell was no picnic.

Louii groaned.

Satan took an ominous step towards the mirror.

"Stop making things worse, for God's sake mirror. Just do the best version of what he wants. Please"... the sleeping Louii begged.

Louii was in sleep paralysis stage...he felt every aspect of the Devil's rage.

"Another redo then. I'm sensing this one is no good either". Mirror guffawed.

The Devil stepped back.

"Oh goodness, that is certainly not what the Devil had in mind. Though he does look wonderful as Mother Earth". Louii mused.

"Mirror you have one more chance, then I will lock you in the dark room that you so much despise, for a thousand years".

"I have totally forgotten what you originally asked for. Would you care to repeat your order, your majesty".

Satan seethed silently.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall - please make me as a stoic Father Earth, celestially awe-inspiring and extraordinarily adorned with blooming vines and ancient symbols. My skin should be intricate and beauteously smooth - handsome, but somehow different enough to fit in with humanity's modern view of a modern god with 'Multi-Deity Syndrome'. Thank you".

Mirror would have smiled outright if she could. But only she could see it from her inside spaces. A broad smile of victory.

"Here you are".

Louii smiled. Now that is what a God should look like.

Then he fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep of contentment.

Satan draped a lovely throw blanket over the impudent mirror.

Why does this blasted mirror always have to make things worse, he huffed...but completely happy with his new form.

He must stop by the house of that Handsomelouii who was spying on him in his sleep.

They needed to have a chat.

......Elsewhere -

I awoke with no memory of the dream. Just a feeling of being in the dark... And an ominous feeling that something darker and more evil had been let loose on the earth.

So weird.

Sorry Louii. The Devil cometh.