The Strider

   It takes a lot to get me out of bed in the morning. Usually the first two things are my cat and a cup of coffee. 

  The last week, it's been the exact opposites of those pleasant things. Monday was an angel. Not what you think of angels, no matter who told you what they look like. They don't look nice, or creepy. Half the time, they don't look like anything. I can only get the feeling they are standing two inches from my face, sometimes halfway into my body. This Monday angel decided it really needed my body to preach to some homeless guy about 20 feet from my house. I decided against it, it screamed at me, I threw infernal flames at it, it went away. Kinda normal. 

   Because I did that, Tuesday was a visit from the infernal demon that I borrowed those flames from. It screamed at me for torching the celestial angel. Personally, I can't be bothered with these ones either. They definitely like showing up as shadows on the wall, even though they like appearing in more appealing forms as well. This one especially knows that I can't be bothered with the sexy bullshit, so I just shoo'ed it away with the salt I made of holy water and a bit of celestial cursing. 

  Of course, by Friday, all of this back and forth ended with me being projected into the astral realm to face the "spite" of both the celestial and infernal realms. You would think that would be two specific named individuals, but no. It's not. It's a black space where lots of energy just comes to scream at you and strike you since it can't physically hurt you. You would think it would be horrifying. For me, as a physical mech-suit being piloted by an indifferent soul, I can't be bothered by this energy. So I usually just wait for the torrent to stop and then wake up and have a cup of coffee. 

  You would think having all of this paranormal or supernatural experiences, I would be more concerned with the things going on around me. But no. I just stride through it, mostly unbothered by what could be going on. My cat seems to agree with my choice to do this. 

  Maybe that's where I got the nickname from the energies. Not that I care. As long as they don't call me by any other name.

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