Madly Ever After

When you let your daemon sleep and rest it dreams, and its dreams permeate into your reality.

Even when the days seem good and fun it finds a way to enter your consciousness.

Azreal the monster of cPTSD, Azreal the archangel taker of souls.

So Azreal is of course, a fiction. It’s this writers externalisation of their fears and internalised anxieties.

Naming your daemon is is a step in controlling it.

It’s not the drugs you use or the harm you do to yourself, it’s the actual inner you that causes these things to happen.

It’s the corollary to Philip Pullman’s daemons who help and advise or externalise your feelings.

Azrael is not a spirit animal it’s not even a real being just a representation of the self that tries to destroy everything good in life. Self destructive nature if you will.

Anyway, onto the story

Dear Azrael, I know you’re in there. Maybe you’d like to take a holiday, you know when you have a good break the boy is full of positive energy for you to feed upon when you return.

The boy is happy at the moment, the boy is growing and you, his little daemon, are slumbering awaiting the next feast. But remember this, the boy says, I’m growing stronger and less afraid of you with each day. Even waking or asleep Azreal you know that there is limited time to take what you need. Best you move on and find another host for your insatiable appetite for fear.

So every day is a repeat of Luke Skywalker entering the tree on Dagobah to face his fears. Like Paul Atreides facing the Gom Jabbar. Like the tree trunk in Flash Gordon. Like Picard facing the Borg after Locutus.

All metaphors for facing fear, just like Azrael is.