X. Saga Hwaet ic Hatte?- i.

So you think you know alot about demons? The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. Listening to "Get Out And Get Under the Moon" on his gramophone, Prim remained mesmerized in thought watching blue memory-ghosts of smoke from his cigar swirl through the air against the dim light of the window pane until a natural proclivity of unremarkable frost began to form. The malaise wouldn't last long. There was something magical about Jazz Age music. The familiar aroma of perfume filled the room. I am wingless, but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears fall from your eyes. Slowly materializing, the Goth witch presented him with an enigma and blessed him with a magic incantation for a profitable journey. The stars were right and the waxing crescent of the new moon sailed in the sky; it was the beginning of another October adventure. Emerging from the narrow doorway of his garroted apartment, an egress non-descript and disguised between the Mad Haberdasher and Gargoyle and Gin, a crowd of compatriots smoked cigarettes and talked on the sidewalk outside the club; as he walked through the reluctantly parting crowd it was as if Prim had just appeared out of nowhere unnoticed by the Sunday evening pedestrians. Each hat had been carefully and ritualistically returned by the haberdasher to their boxes, the red track lighting illuminated empty black velvet displays. Feathers of late October snow fell along with orange wheel sparks as Prim ascended the wide steps and waited mere minutes at the Belmont Avenue platform before the next el arrived boarding for the Loop. He disembarked at the old fashioned Quincy platform, quickly descended the stairway and walked across the bridge of the Chicago River, looking upstream at the cheerfully lighted water taxis. He entered through the long, golden handled doors of Union Station, descended the wide marble steps into the concourse where excited and weary travelers waited and rested on wide, wooden benches. The oldest and strongest fear is fear of unknown and unexplored destinations. For those attuned to ways of the wise, their Sundays were always special. Prim happily boarded the train. They were sad to see him leave his beloved city by the lake.