Mirror Black

 Patrick leaned on his elbow and from a swollen eye watched the mirror. This demon cannot be allowed to enter this world. He picks himself up to his knees and with one broken, painful moan stands to his feet. He watched the black smoky substance ooze slowly from the frame of the mirror. Patrick was running out of time. He must stop this thing before it enters and is too powerful.

Jagged teeth seemed to smile at him as the smoky substance began to form into a being. Patrick dragged the rusted iron sword across the concrete as he mustered the strength to raise it. Stumbling backward a couple of steps, he managed to get the heavy sword up, his blood running down the hilt and dropping to the concrete below.

“Ye though I walk…” Patrick said winded, “…through the valley…”

“You do not have the strength, mortal,” the growling voice of the demon said arrogantly.

Patrick kept trying until he repeated the Psalm and felt a burst of energy flow through him.

“It is too late mortal, I am through the gate,” the demon laughed.

Patrick ignored the demon and with a rushing blow swung the sword at him. He caught the demon but only slightly. An ooze of black liquid flowed for a moment and then stopped. The demon laughed again. Determination filled Patrick, and the grit and strength of all the disciples before him began flowing through his body. A bright white glow overlain him and he felt renewed.

The demon swirled his smoky body around the man and Patrick grinned as he swung the blade, missing the demon and shattering the mirror.

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