One: The Beginning.

"He's a demon who ties your soul to the ends of his carriage and drags you to eternal purgatory."

"His sickle is covered with the blood and the misery of mankind." 

"His touch is like the coldest ice. His cloak is long and black like the darkest, starless night." 

"He is inescapable. He's everywhere." 

Quite scary isn't it? To be dragged by a carriage. Although, it isn't true. Most of these statement are erroneous and  perpetuated by mad poets and those moving pictures on a large mechanical rectangle.

What is it called? 

Ah, Television. 

No, I'm not "Him", the one they all talk about. He's the big shot. The one who runs the show. Saying his name here is forbidden, in fact, disrespectful. After all, he’s the one who keeps this place functional. Everyone else is just, insignificant in comparison. 

I'm his assistant. No, his  predecessor. If he were to traverse a frozen driveway, I'd be his shovel. I don't exactly have a name, most of them call me "the creature at the typewriter" or  "the winged accountant". 

But you can call me Theo. I like that name.

So what exactly is my purpose you may ask? Well, my job is to keep an account of his customers. Those who summoned him and those who were summoned by him. 

He's never late you see, nor is he a minute too early. His customers, confused little creatures, sit before me and unburden themselves before he comes and carries them away in his arms. Poor, poor little creatures. Sometimes they don't get to finish their sentences, because he comes and takes them away almost immediately. 

That's the only complaint is have. 

He's impatient.  

I'm supposed to record the time they enter our realm and how they managed this entry.

Confused? 

I wouldn't blame you. 

I probably shouldn't be so cryptic, for my own good. 

It's not my fault really, I've met so many poets and literature giants that I seem to have absorbed a tiny percentage of their ability to twist words into cryptic shapes. 

I must be part - sponge. 

Anyway, I have decided to tell you who exactly I am. In plain and simple words. 

But for now, perhaps, you must wait for the next bit of parchment. 

Now now, hissing and cursing can get you nowhere. 

Don't be like him. Don't be impatient. 

        ~Je te vois sur une autre page~

        [ I will see you on another page.]