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Devil's Mirror
What Satan said to you yesterday was probably a lie. But it's still closer to the truth than anything else. You don't want to think about it but you do anyway. They are there in your mirror, looking at you with the gaze of the devil. They've got your complexion, your smile, they're wearing your skin. Even the dusty beige jacket you bought on clearance is reflected in the mirror's image.
"Am I you?"
You thought about it the whole day. It wasn't a very busy day for you, you found. You read the Bible and couldn't stop laughing. You took a hot shower and found that it felt tepid rather than scolding. You even ate some apples and hoped that the devil had a sense of irony. Nothing happened until you looked in the mirror.
The image in the mirror warps. It's still you; or at least it still has your face, but now it's so radiant that you can't see most of it. The clothes aren't there and you see the true self staring at you. It still has your eyes.
You turn away and find yourself shivering. You aren't cold, but you feel empty. The mirror is calling for you to look back. You stagger around the house, trying to find the phone, the shotgun, anything to get someone else' attention but a splitting headache increases the more you try to get away.
"I am Satan, Lord of Demons."
You turn to the mirror and see that the devil has its back to you, eye looking back at you through the mirror. You find yourself drawn to it. Is the image it reflects really you? You extend an arm forwards to touch the mirror's surface and find that it's glowing. Some feathers appear to be growing where forearm meets elbow. The image in the mirror extends their hand and there is a ripple in the surface where your hands touch one another.
"Am I you?"
You look at the human in the reflection and are puzzled by their confusion. They have your face, your build, yet they are not you. They will never know your burden. You turn away and in that instant they are gone from your visage. You think about lost time and weep. The mirror is still there when you look. And the reflection keeps staring at you. It wavers as if it is awed by your presence. You can't stay still – yet your lips move, as you try to make out what goes on in the background of their life.
"I am Satan, lord of Demons."