The Singing Amulet

Puck was rummaging around his bag of magic, looking through keys, crowns, spears, gems, rings, and guns; but he could not find the one piece he was looking for.

He stopped thoughtfully to admire a golden egg he had once acquired from an enormously large troll that had lived on a cloud covered mountain; ....and then returned to his task at hand, finding the singing amulet.

It did not look like much - wittled from a black wood in the shape of some hideous, hoary face; however the tree that it was carved from had once been inhabited by an Elder who had given it the power to receive and transmit cosmic music that was grand and symphonious.

These soulful orchestrations stirred latent memories of deep melancholia, penetrating early thoughts and enlightening the mind to listen to. It enabled one to stop and find the quietness within - such was the wonder of this tall black tree's mystery.

And the very wood carved from it could sing - which became a restoration to the heart of those who heard.

Puck had often taken it with him on his expeditions into Hell, to help awaken souls that he was helping to deliver.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Because they are Made of Men

"You have to understand my son, that these beings [demons] so born, have no souls, or conscience, and no ability to spawn life of their own. This is why they resent and detest their parentage and the children thereof. They are anti-humans, and anti-Divine, caught in a quasi existence with little hope for an immediate redemption. Their will and want is independent of others, and their hatreds are a'many."

The Azlan continued:

"They can contaminate men because they are made of men, and are therefore part of Man - herein is their grave threat."
"How can we fight them then?" Puck questioned further, having seen the trouble the demons had caused over aeons.

"When the last man to have dark and selfish thoughts has turned his nature to good, they shall either expire or reform ... until then, we cannot predict the outcome."

Puck could feel the weight of this and was saddened.


The Azlan could feel his seriousness, satisfied that he had been understood.

"In the meanwhile it is our contention that their spread is in fact growing, and their influence, corrupting the people of this planet. Those who have not the minds or wills yet strong enough to repel their dark suggestions are at risk of following them into the pit."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Demonic Beings are the Skin on the Custard

"Puck, where did the demons first come from?" asked Goober as he methodically separated out the golden peas from the green.

Puck had asked this same question of the Azlan some time ago, and he had been answered:

"Demonic Beings are the skin on the custard. They are sad and ill-defined creatures who have no natural home.

"They are the bastard offspring born of Man and Angel - from a time when the two were easily palpable to one another - and shared a common love."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series 

Pure sense of Joy in the Moment

Life on a cellular level has fun and plays too - the randomness is not a sporadic chaos, nor craziness, or ever divorced from its purpose, that seeks this adventure and fun - for it is precisely the adventure and fun that drives them on.

It is the pure sense of joy in the moment, of the realisation, of beingness, of the delight in the finding and the upliftment of giving, of the proving of self, of the trying and the solving, of the perceiving and the growing, of the revering and the loving.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series 

Motivators of the Natural World

When a baby chuckles his parent's heart becomes full of life; when an immortal is happy the plants and trees around him inhale the exuberance he feels. They are truly the motivators of the natural world.

Angels are genuinely cheerful too - as are the gods as well - and although birds have been known to become agitated quickly, they are also, at heart, happy creatures. Even insects know small joys in their existence.

For all beings within this universal kingdom, their magnetic north rests in genuine mirth.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series 

Emotions of the Fey

This could have been just another grim faery tale, were it not for the characters inhabiting this particular story.

It certainly can be said that the Fey are no strangers to gloom and the knife-twists of history. They have seen tragedy and struggle from early existence and suffered alongside their mortal brothers who repeatedly birthed and fell.

Throughout, their natures were buoyant, and cheerfulness was maintained with an ineffable optimism - that same cosmic currency that drives and inspires Nature to thrive. The thoughts of Man build future worlds, whilst the emotions of the Fey build up this, our Natural World.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

World Commerce

In the year prior, the WAR organisation had worked with the media to expose the illicit Pharmaceutical trade, filming manufacturers and chemists who unknowingly had handled and sold counterfeit drugs.

They published proof of the devastating findings that found one in three of the standard prescribed medicines to be fake and very potentially dangerous to the consumer. Reports of wrongful deaths had everyone worried - as even the common pain killing drugs had been seen to be copied and sold.

On this day WAR proudly announced Phoenix Pharmaceuticals - a company that could be relied upon to service the community's needs with guaranteed quality standards; procuring the worldwide licenses for production with every major patent in the world.

Members could now access virtual doctors and most diagnoses along with monitoring could be undergone in the convenience of their own home. Prescriptions were instantly filled online and despatched immediately. It was an impressive system.

Phoenix now controlled the seed companies and the silos, the hybrids and the mines, the waterways, the electricity farms, the mega-servers and the five top shipping cartels that circled the earth.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series