Demiurge Overkill Pt. 1
“Sophie,” Now Ray said. “When you try to use your power on Yalda, is the problem that you aren’t able to get in?”
“His mind is surprisingly easy to get in,” she replied. “It’s just that there’s nothing there. No fear, no guilt, no remorse, no joy, there isn’t even boredom. Just a constant parade of thoughts.”
“You can see what he’s thinking?”
“No, I’m not a psychic. I go by feel. Conscious thoughts just feel a certain way. Like paperwork. I feel out emotions, then I swim down to their roots in the subconscious. And his subconscious is empty.”
“There’s nothing there. There’s always something, like a psychic mass that is planted by early trauma or suffering that was never properly taken care of and grows, like a tumor into a beast. These beasts can unconsciously affect your behavior and everybody has a handful. Sometimes they manifest as a replica of a person who might have caused or is strongly connected to a traumatic event or suffering. But for Yalda, there’s nothing and no one…” Sophie paused and stared askance.
“What is it, Sophie?” Now Ray asked.
“Something Simon Vyx said to me before he died.”
“I wouldn’t take advice from Yalda’s prime stooge.”
“Well, he said Yalda is afraid of nothing and no one.”
“That sounds like some stupid shit he says to sound intimidating,” Wolf said, sipping a beer and reading a magazine.
“But, that’s exactly what I found in his subconscious. Nothing, and no one.”
“Sounds like Vyx was right about that,” Cheryl said.
“We’ll have to take another tack,” Now Ray said.
“Wait a second,” Sophie said. “I couldn’t find anything because I wasn’t looking for nothing or no one.”
“You want to try and manifest nothing and no one?”