Chapter 2: Demon at a Crossroads Chapter 2

Demon at a Crossroads

Chapter 2

"Are you all right, Abere?"  The man asks.  He stares at the tiny demon composing her thoughts and wonders what else she'll tell him next.

"Yeah, just thinking," she replied.  Abere was organizing her thoughts and mulling over her past and the things she had seen.

"Okay.  Hey, getting back to your story about Eisenhower.  You said he was still mad about Pearl Harbor.  What did you mean by that?"  He was trying to distract her from getting too deep into her depressing thoughts.

"Oh, well, that's a somewhat long story.  I'll give you the short version, though.  It goes way back."  She said, focusing on this story and ignoring all the bad memories roaming around her head.

"How far back?"  He asked.  He didn't want her to get lost in the skeletons of her past again.  He wanted her to only focus on the story she was telling him right now.

"The 13th Century, to be exact."  She said, a hint of her wry smile barely visible.

"Oh, okay."  He said, surprised.  Her long life still doesn't fail to surprise him.  He wonders how someone so small and frail could have lived through so much.  He knows his thinking is wrong; she is not weak after having lived through so much turmoil.

Japan 1407

"Ha, ha, ha!!  You're a riot, Abere!"  The man laughed joyously.

"Thanks, Motohito-shinn.  You're a pretty cool guy, too."  Abere said, enjoying the company of his new friend.

"This palace is pretty awesome."  Abere looked around her surroundings, admiring the splendor of it all.

"It's older than I am," Motohito-shinn said with pride.  "Do you want it?  Maybe you can make a deal with me."  He never passed up a chance to make a wager with anyone.

"Hmm.  I like you, so I'm weary."  Abere said to him nervously.  She didn't want to get taken advantage of, but she also didn't want to take advantage of her new friend.

"Let's hear the deal first."  She tentatively asked for him to elaborate on his proposed wager.  While she liked him, her demon blood wouldn't allow her to pass up a wager.

"Okay, I will give you the whole Empire of Japan if..."

"Yeah.  If what?"  Abere asked, clearly excited.  As a demon, it was in her nature to want to trick mortals and take everything from them.  What better wager was there than taking an entire country from someone?

"If after my death, you can guarantee me peace in the afterlife," Motohito-shinn said.  It was clear he had been thinking about this for a while.

"What kind of peace are you looking for?"  Abere asked him.  She could see that he was worried about what the afterlife would bring, and he had been hoping for a situation like this.

"An eternity with my closest friends and family.  Those who truly love and care for me."  He said.  His joyful demeanor was gone; all that remained was worry and anxiety on his face.  Such a drastic change in mood affected Abere, and she couldn't help but sympathize with him.

Abere placed her finger on her lips as she thought of a solution to her friend's problem.

"Hmm.  I guess I could create a pocket dimension for you all."  Abere thought this was the best way to provide him peace in his afterlife.

"A pocket what?"  Motohito-shinn asked, confused as to what she was saying.

"Ah, don't worry so much about the details," Abere said, grinning.  "The point is, you would have peace with all your loved ones."

"Really?"  Motohito-shinn said, a bit apprehensive about the details but happy to know his wish would be possible.

"Tell you what.  Not only will I give you the Empire of Japan, but I'll have shrines built to honor you all over the nation.  You'll be able to collect the offerings anytime you want."  He felt that he should sweeten the pot a bit. After all, she was offering him peace for all eternity in the afterlife; he should offer her more than just a country.

"I guess that's okay.  I'm not really into material things, but that's fine."  She said.  She could tell that she had eased some of his worries.  That's what really mattered to her.

"Just like the Buddha."  He said, smiling at her.  His infectious joy and laughter were back.

"The stories I could tell you about him.  Seriously."  Abere said as she laughed along with her new friend.

"You knew him?"  He asked curiously.

"No, but my dad did.  My father was a big fan of his.  Buddha's time was before mine.  My sister knew him, too."  Abere explained to the perplexed man.

"That's so cool!  To know someone who knows someone who knew the Buddha.  I would really love to meet your dad."   Motohito-shinn said.

"He's in Spain at the moment.  I'll see if I can talk him into coming here."  She said.  She couldn't hide the pride she felt whenever anybody complimented her dad.  She would always be a daddy's girl, but that didn't bother her.

"I would love to pick his brain.  He sounds fascinating."  Motohito-shinn said as he took another big chug of his drink.

"To tell you the truth, I like it better here in the East.  You all don't hate our guts.  Ever since Christianity took over, people in the West have hated us demons.  Everyone fears us.  What did we do to deserve that?  My father gives humans knowledge, and we're hated for it?"  Abere said with anger in her voice.

He could tell she was clearly upset about this.  He struggled to find the words to say to her; what could he even say?  He didn't have the same struggles as a demon; he could only guess what she had been through.

"You and your kind will always be loved here, Abere."   Motohito-shinn told her.  It was all he could come up with; he hoped it would be enough.

"Do you want a hug?"  He knew that sometimes all we could do for others is listen to them and offer them a shoulder to lean on.

"Yes.  Yes, I do.  Thank you."  Abere said to Motohito-shinn as she embraced him.  "Thank you."

"Ah, no problem.  You have promised me everlasting peace.  It's the least I could do."   Motohito-shinn told her, laughing.  He was trying to cheer her up and keep the good mood going.

January 20, 1430

Abere walked into the Japanese palace once again.  Little had changed since the last time she was here, years ago.

"Follow me," the concubine told her.

Everything was the same as the last time she was here, except for the artwork.  Abere was pretty sure a lot of this new artwork was of her.  The purple hair was kind of a dead giveaway.

The concubine took her into a meeting room.

"Have a seat."  The concubine told her.  "He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Thank you," Abere said to her.

The concubine bowed and walked away, leaving her alone.

Abere sat on the floor in front of the small table.  On it was a stack of papers.

"I better not snoop," she thought to herself.  Instead, she looked around the conference room.  She admired the new decor as she waited for her audience.

"Nice to see you, Abere."  An eleven-year-old boy said as he walked through the door.

Abere quickly stood up and bowed to him.

"Abere.  You don't need to bow to me."  He said, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"Sorry.  Force of habit, Hikohito."  She had to stop herself from bowing as she apologized to him.

"No problem.  I may be the face of Japan, but the true Emperor bows to no one."  He told her.  "Did you notice the paintings?"

"I did."  She said.  She couldn't help but grin; while she didn't care for material things, it was still an honor to see all the artwork based on her.

"You're pretty famous around here.  Motohito-shinn was a big fan of yours."  He told her.  He could see that the mention of her old friend drained all the joy from her face.

"Yeah, it was sad to hear of his passing."  She said.  She was used to the fact that she would outlive all of her mortal friends, but that didn't mean it didn't still hurt.

"I'm guessing you lose a lot of people with your long life?"  He asked, trying to sympathize with her.

"I do," she told him.  "You kind of get used to it, but sometimes it's hard."  She just stared at the table as she said this.  She knew if she looked him in the eyes, she might break down in tears.

"I guess I could never know what it's like."  He said, worried that he had upset his guest.

"You speak so well for someone who's eleven.  You're very mature for your age."  Abere said to the boy.  She wanted to change the conversation.  She didn't want to spend her long life being sad all the time.

"Thank you.  Hopefully, history will remember that."  He said with a small laugh.  "Anyway, I need you to sign some papers.  We need to finally make you the Official Ruler of Japan before my coronation."  He really was mature for his age, Abere thought.  He quickly switched to his professional mode in a blink of an eye.

"You're cutting it a little close, aren't you?"  Abere poked fun at the young boy.

"Yes.  Yes, we are."  He said, smiling at her.  He was glad to see she was in a better mood now.

Ten minutes later, after signing seemingly endless paperwork, Hikohito and Abere stood up.

"There, Japan is yours now.  What do you want me to do, Empress?"  He asked, bowing to her.

"Ugh, well, I'll just let you guys live however you want.  Keep things going as usual.  Don't tell anyone I'm the Emperor."  She felt uncomfortable with him bowing to her.  All she did was a favor for a friend; she didn't deserve all this reverence.  Especially not from someone so young.

"I will give you the Seal of the Buddha.  If you need anything done, just show the seal to the reigning Emperor, and he will do it."  He explained to her as she handed her the seal.

"Yeah.  That will work."  Abere said, grabbing the seal from his hands.  She admired the intricacy of the details, and while it didn't weigh much, she knew that it was a heavy burden to carry.  She finally made eye contact with the young boy, and she could see his admiration for her in his eyes.  She was now the official ruler of all of Japan, and nobody but them would ever know.

Cambridge, MA.  2002

"So, you're the true ruler of Japan?"  The man couldn't believe what she said, but he knew she had no reason to lie to him.  He quickly brushed his doubts aside and jotted down some notes in his weathered notebook.

"Yep.  Since 1430."  Abere nonchalantly told him while snacking on a candy bar.  While this was huge news for him, for her, it was just another story from her illustrious past.

"Sorry, us demons love chocolate.  I keep these in my purse."  Abere noticed him staring at her in awe, and she thought it was because she was eating a snack during the interview.  It never crossed her mind that his awe was because of the huge bombshell she just dropped on him.

"No problem."  The man said, dumbfounded but trying to hide his amazement.

"So, you told the Japanese to bomb Pearl Harbor?"  He asked her after regaining a bit of his composure.

"I kind of betrayed them by making them bomb the harbor," Abere said, still munching on her snack.

"How so?" He asked.

"Churchill sold his soul to me to get the Americans into the war.  Bombing Pearl Harbor seemed like a good way for that to happen.  I mean, it worked, didn't it?"  She said, still as indifferent as always.

"Yeah, but do you know how many people died because of it?"  He asked with a bit of anger in his voice.  He knew that the plights of mortals were nothing to her, but it still irked him a bit to see how she just brushed it off as if it were nothing.

"Not as many as would have died if America hadn't entered the war," Abere told him.  It was almost imperceptible, but her tone changed to be more authoritative and imposing.  Abere knew that humans were so small-minded and could only see the small picture in front of them; they always ignore the bigger picture in play.  She had to remind him that she had to sacrifice a few to save a lot more.

"Hmm.  I guess you're right.  I never thought about it like that."  The man just looked at the floor after being humbled by her.  He had let her perceived indifference get to him, and he had not thought ahead as he should have.  It was almost impossible for him to maintain his professionalism in front of her.

The rain had stopped, and the sun was starting to peak through the dissipating clouds.  It wasn't until now that the man realized how dark his office really was.

"I'm sorry the room is so dark.  The main light burned out, and I haven't had time to fix it yet."  The man told Abere apologetically.

"It's no problem.  I lived through the Dark Ages."  Abere said, laughing.

"Hahaha.  That's funny."  He said, doing his best to pretend to laugh.  The sting to his ego after being put in his place was still there, and he wasn't feeling very jovial.  He was a man; after all, he wasn't used to being told off.

"You told Eisenhower that you redeemed yourself.  What did you mean by that?"  He continued with his interview, brushing his ego and pride aside.

"Oh, that.  I'll tell you, that story isn't too long."

Poland, April 1944

"It's so nice to meet you, Abere.  We've been trying to summon one of your kind for years."  The small man in glasses said.  Abere could tell he was the one in charge as he had an air of superiority about him.  Humans never failed to amuse her.

"I hope we're not taking up too much of your time?"  He spoke with kindness, but it was almost impossible for Abere to tell if it was heartfelt or just his smugness from having summoned her.

"No.  It's all right, um... What's your name again?"  Abere asked the man.  She wanted to learn more about his character and who he was.

"Heinrich Himmler.  Please, call me Heinrich."  He said as they walked down the hallway of the castle.

"The Führer will be so happy to meet you.  It's somewhat of a long journey to Berlin, though.  Have you ever ridden on a train before?"  Heinrich asked her.  He wanted to learn more about her.  He needed to learn if she could be trusted.

"I have.  They're a lot of fun."  Abere said with a forced smile.  She didn't trust this guy, but she knew she had to put on an act and stick to their plan.

"Damn, I can't wait to get the hell out of here.  These Nazis are the scum of the Earth.  Anything to help Eisenhower, though.  Got to stick to the plan."  She thought to herself.  Even as a demon, she hated associating with such monsters, but she knew she was the only one who could pull off this plan.

On the ride to the train station, Heinrich said, "I see that you wear glasses as I do."

"I do.  After 2,300 years on this Earth, my eyesight isn't as good as it used to be."  She said to him, trying to mask her disdain.  She hated small talk, and she hated it even more when it involved nazis.

"Ah, yes.  Age will do that."  He said, smiling.  He wasn't sure he could trust her, but needed to do anything he could to win her over to their side.

"Damn, this guy's smile is creepy as fuck.  You can tell just by looking at him he's a villain."  Abere thought to herself.

The drive to the train station seemed to stretch on forever for Abere.  She hated her company and the situation she was in.  She had to stop herself from fidgeting, and she didn't know where to look.  Finally, she decided to stare out the window in silence.  The window was cracked open a bit and Abere noticed a familiar scent.  She could smell death in the air, lots of death.  She didn't want to think about what these shitheads were up to.  Abere hated these humans, if she could even call them that.  How can mortals say all the nasty things they said about demon-kind when there were real monsters like these walking the Earth?

After what seemed like an eternity in the car, they finally arrived at the train station.  They disembark the car and get on a train that used to be called The Amerika, but was now called The Führersonderzug.  It was Hitler's personal train.

Abere had heard that it was originally called The Amerika because of Hitler's love of American western movies.  She didn't know if that was true or not but thought it probably was.

"You shall stay here in The Führer's private quarters," Heinrich told her.  He put on his most professional smile as he said this; he didn't want to anger their esteemed guest.  He wasn't sure how powerful she was, but if the Führer himself asked for her, she must be special.

"Thank you," Abere said to him.  Her jaw hurt from holding this fake smile for so long.  She hated everything about being here, but she needed to try and maintain her facade.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep in the same bed as the shithead of Germany.  I'll sleep on the couch."  She thought, feeling sick just thinking about staying in this room.  Her skin was crawling with disgust just standing in the cabin.  She only hoped that their plan went off without a hitch.

Abere sat down on the couch and tried to fall asleep.

Abere thought it would be impossible for her to actually sleep, but eventually, after tossing and turning for a few hours, she finally drifted into slumber.  The night turned into day as beams of sunlight danced across Abere's sleeping face.  While it took her a while to fall asleep, once she did, she got lost in a peaceful dream about her old friend Gonorrhea.  She was soon awakened by a knock at the door.

"Miss Lucifer.  We will be arriving in ten minutes."  The voice said, waking her from such a wonderful dream.  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and remembered she was in a place worst than Hell.

"Well, here we go."  She said to herself quietly.  She needed to compose herself again and get ready to face the day.

Abere walked over to the sink, took her glasses off, and splashed some water on her face.

"You can do this, Abere.  Remember, don't kill him.  Just give him some false hope."  She thought to herself, calming her nerves and rage and putting on her facade again.

Abere put her glasses back on and walked out of her quarters.  She was happy to finally be out of that awful room.  Her thoughts returned to her friend, Gonorrhea, for a second, but she was soon snapped back to reality.

"Miss Lucifer.  How did you sleep?  Was the bed to your liking?"  Heinrich asked.  She could tell he wasn't actually interested in her answer, but he needed to make small talk with her to keep her complacent.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare sleep where the great Adolf Hitler slept," Abere told him, forcing a smile.  Trying to sound as genuine and respectful as possible.  "I slept on the couch."

"Your greatness is so humbling, Miss Lucifer.  He really is a great man."  Heinrich told her with such pride.  Abere was surprised he could even speak with how much ass kissing he was doing.

The train started to slow and grind to a halt.  Abere could hear the hissing of the brakes whine as they came to a stop at the Berlin train station.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"  She heard someone yell for her from the other side of the car.

"This way, sir," someone said.  Abere could hear the fear in their voice.

"It's time."  Abere thought to herself.  She needed to muster all the strength in her body to stop herself from lunging right at this dick and killing him.

Adolf Hitler ran up to her and fell to his knees in front of her.  "Oh, Miss Abere Lucifer!  I am so humbled to know that you, the Great Demon of Hell, would show her presence to someone as small as myself.  Please, give me knowledge."

"This scrawny fuck is the asshole bent on world domination and causing everyone trouble?!"  Abere thought to herself.  She was disgusted at having this piece of shit grovel at her feet.  She might be a demon, but even she had standards.  She had to bite her tongue before she said something that would ruin everything.

"Please rise. You do not need to bow to me."  She said, thinking back to her days in Japan.  She hated people bowing to her then, but she hated it even more now.

"Oh, thank you.  Thank you."  Hitler said to her with a sparkle in his eye.  Abere saw herself reflected in his eyes and almost threw up; she wanted to smash those tiny mirrors in his skull.

"I do have some news for you, young sir."  She said to him, regaining her composure.  "If you want your Reich to survive, you must follow my direction exactly."

"Anything for you, your majesty.  What shall I do?"  Hitler asked her.  He looked like a tiny puppy waiting for his master's instructions.

"In June, the enemy to the North will invade.  They will invade Pas de Calais.  Post your soldiers there."  Abere told Hitler.

"Yes, of course, they will.  Thank you.  You are a gift from Hell."  Hitler told her as he bowed down and kissed her feet.

"Damn it!  Now I'm gonna have to throw these shoes away.  Patton gave them to me.  What a fucking waste."  Abere was completely appalled at what just transpired.  She wasn't sure if she wanted to burn her feet off or burn his face off.

"Heinrich, get your ass over here!"  He said while still kneeling by Abere's feet.  "Bring her the chalice."

"Yes, sir!"  Heinrich said as he ran to the other end of the train car to retrieve it.

"I have a wonderful gift for you, Miss Lucifer.  We found it in Tibet during one of our 'treasure hunts.'"  Hitler said to her, not wanting to make eye contact.  Abere could tell that he respected her, but that only served to fill her more with disgust.

"You know you don't need to avert your eyes.  You can look at me."  She said to him.  She hated receiving reverence from someone like him.

"I can't.  You are too great."  Hitler said to her.  Whimpering at her feet and staring at the dirty floor instead of her.

Heinrich ran back towards them with a golden case covered in red velvet.  "For you, your majesty."  He opened it, and inside was a simple cup carved out of stone. "I present to you the Holy Grail."

"Ah.  Cool."  It had been a while since she had last seen this cup.  She never understood why it was so special.  People fought and killed for it.  It didn't even have any powers or anything.  Yeah, Jesus drank from it, but it was still just a dumb cup, though.  He turned water into wine, so what?  Abere performed better miracles than him, yet nobody passed off her used cups as priceless relics.

"Please take this for the information you have given us," Hitler said.  "Once this war has ended, I promise to make you my second in command, my dear Miss Lucifer."  He still avoided making eye contact with her as he said this.

"I just wish I could have been there when Heinrich summoned you.  It is my one failure in life."  Hitler said, crying at Abere's feet.  For someone who is supposedly powerful, all Abere could feel when looking down on him was disgust and contempt.

"Hey, it's okay.  We all make mistakes."  Abere said while reaching down and patting him on the head.  Someone as weak and useless as him getting a head pat from a demon like her felt insane to Abere.  He was so pathetic in her eyes that even if she were to crush his head in her hands, she would feel bad for the floor for dirtying it with his brains.

"A good head pat always makes things better." She said to him.  She wondered how long she would have to wash her hands later until they are clean.

"Thank you so much, your majesty.  You are so kind to a simple man like me."  He kept groveling at her feet, causing Abere to get more and more disgusted by him.

"Heinrich said that you couldn't stay long?  I truly understand it.  If you need to go anywhere, I will be sure to sort out your travel arrangements.  You may use my train at any time for anything you might need.  I will give you anything you want."  Abere was used to adoration from her time in Japan, but she kept thinking how different and gross it was coming from someone like him.

"Hmm.  In that case, can I have one of those Horton Ho-229s?  Those things are so cool.  A friend of mine read about them, and it got me interested in them."  Abere asked Hitler.  If he was so intent on giving her whatever she wanted, she might as well take advantage of this.

"Our radar-evading airplane?"  Hitler asked her, a bit confused. "Of course.  Do you need a pilot to fly it for you?"

"Nah.  I can fly it.  I'm a great pilot."  Abere said to him.  She didn't want any Nazis coming with her.  Obviously, Hitler just wanted to keep tabs on her.

"Talented as well as beautiful," Hitler told Abere.  Abere was worried that he might start to kiss her hand in adoration.  If he did, she really would have to burn her hand off.

"Yes.  Yes, I am."  She flashed him her insincere smile and hoped that would be enough.

Cambridge 2002

"I miss those shoes.  I'm not usually into material shit, but those were a gift from Patton.  Fucking asshole Hitler."  Abere kept cursing Hitler under her breath.  The man could tell that this was a really painful memory for her; she must have loved those shoes.

"Wait, you said they had a radar-evading airplane?  The Nazis?  That can't be true."  He was distracted at first by all her cursing of Hitler, but as he looked down at his notes, he was surprised to hear about this mythical plane.

"No, it's true.  The US's B-2 is modeled after it.  I flew it to London and gave it to Patton as an apology for having to throw the shoes he gave me away.  He forgave me."  Abere said joyfully.  He could tell that the smile on her face was genuine.

"So, because of you, the Nazis defended the wrong part of the coast during D-Day?"  The man asked.  He was still able to be surprised by the seemingly incredulous things that came out of her mouth.  At this point, he was ready to believe that all of history's greatest achievements were because of her.

"Yep.  I'm a national hero."  Abere said proudly, pointing her thumb at herself.  Being a demon, she was well versed in pride.

"It's a shame no one knows about this."  The man said to Abere.  He knew that even if he were to publish this interview, nobody would believe him.

"Ah, I'm okay with it.  I'm not a demon who is in it for fame and fortune.  I'm just doing my job to try and make the world a better place."  Abere said, with a huge smile on her face.  This is probably the thing she said that he found the hardest to believe; a demon who wanted world peace.

"Do you still have the Holy Grail?"  The man asked her.  He needed to keep prodding her for information.  His investigative spirit wanted to learn more and more about her adventures.

"Yeah, it's somewhere in one of my vaults.  It's just a little white stone cup, nothing special.  If you saw it, you wouldn't think anything of it.  It doesn't even have any jewels or gold on it; it's just like the one used in the Indiana Jones movies.  It's just a simple fucking cup.  The case Heinrich gave it to me in is worth more than it."  Abere explained to him.  She was still annoyed at how much reverence this stupid cup was getting.  She thought of selling her old utensils and passing them off as unholy relics would be a lucrative business.

"Yeah, but the history of it is what makes it so expensive and sought after."  The man said to Abere.  He knew she had strong feelings about this relic and didn't want her getting worked up even more.

"True.  I think Excalibur has a more interesting story, though."  Abere said.  She has always been a sucker for history and weapons and specifically the history of weapons.

"Excalibur?  You have that too?"  He asked, quickly writing this information down.

"I do."  That was all Abere told him.

"Amazing."  What he would give for a simple peek into her vault.

"Yeah, I got  a lot of shit."  She loved talking about her expansive collection of historical relics and weapons.

"What's your most prized possession?"  He couldn't help but wonder what secrets she had hidden away.

"Probably Jerry the Cuck's spaceship.  I mean, I have to keep it at Area 51, but President Reagan gave it to me as a thank you gift for helping him out with his Star Wars program."  Abere said.  She always found it fun recounting her stories.  After all, she had rubbed shoulders with almost all the major political and world figures.

"Wait.  The Star Wars program is finished?"  The man asked, shocked at what he just heard.  He was surprised that anything she said could still shock him.  He expected some huge bombshells when he chose to interview her, but never anything like this.

"Yeah.  It was completed in 1994."  Abere said.  "Shh.  Don't tell anyone, though."  Even if he did, would anybody believe him?

"I won't.  I won't."  It was all he could say as he tried to gather his thoughts and continue this interview.

"How many US presidents have you met?"  The man asked.

"Most of them.  I've had a big interest in the United States even before it was a country.  I've lived almost the last 500 years here.  I now consider myself to be an American."  Abere said.  It seemed to him that her pride extended all the way to national pride as well.

"Did you know George Washington?"  He asked.  He knew what the answer was going to be, but he felt the need to ask it anyway.

"I did.  Nice guy, very smart.  He looked older than he was.  He always looked at least ten years older than his actual age."  Abere said.  It was fun reminiscing about all her old friends; it made her feel 666 years old again.

"How many of the Founding Fathers did you know?"  The man asked.  He was left wondering how much of the Constitution was thanks to her.

"All of them.  Whose idea did you think it was to go to war with the British?  If you didn't know, it was me."  Abere said proudly.  He started to wonder if she was secretly the Demon of Pride.

"Tea was expensive enough as it was.  The Lucy Trading Company would have lost money if that tax was allowed to stand."  Abere said.  She was getting energetic just talking about it.

"The Lucy Trading Company?"  He asked.  He hadn't learned about this back in school.

"Yeah.  It was a trading company I owned back in the day.  You can read a somewhat true story about it in the novel 'Fanny Campbell, the Female Pirate Captain: A Tale of the Revolution.'"  He quickly wrote the title down.  He would need to look into this further at a later date.

"Take some of that shit with a grain of salt, though.  Names, events, and locations were changed for the story.  The author didn't want people to know that it was the story of a demon.  It was my fifth time as a privateer; I loved being a pirate.  Maybe I should visit Somalia sometime again."  Abere said.  She quickly got lost in her memories of her past.  She could almost smell the sea all around her and feel the rocking of her ship beneath her feet.

"No.  Please don't."  The man said to her.  He didn't want her to get even more lost in her thoughts and leave before he finished interviewing her.

"Yeah, you're probably right.  That place is filthy now."  Abere said.  She knew that the world had changed a lot, and pirating wasn't as great as she remembered it to be.

"Yeah, that's not what I would be worried about there."  He said.

"Yeah, yeah, civil war and all that," Abere said.  He could tell that her memories were pulling her attention away from the situation.  He needed to ask her something specific to bring her back to the moment and the interview at hand.

"Why don't you tell me about your time with the United States Founding Fathers?"  The man asked.

"Okay.  I might as well."  Abere said.  She looked out the window to see that the clouds had parted and birds were flying around.  It was a beautiful day outside, just like it was when she met the Founding Fathers.

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