For those who haven’t been following this blog, let me introduce it a little. I am currently blogging my 21st novel that has the working title Daemon. The novel is about Aksinya, a sorceress, who, to save her family from the Bolsheviks, called and contracted the demon, Asmodeus. Her family was murdered anyway, and she fled with the demon from Russia to Austria.
Aksinya is locked in a cold dark cell under the residence of the Cardinal of Wien. Her jailer is an old woman...
Before the room darkened completely the old woman brought a small bowl to the door and shoved it through the low rectangular hole at the bottom that was made for that purpose. She pushed a second bowl more gently under the door. She rose expectantly in front of the lattice, “Don’t be slow, sorceress. Push the slopjar under the door. I’ll empty it.”
Aksinya shook her head, “I haven’t used it.”
“I will only empty it once a day. When you are finished push the bowls back under the door. I’ll see you in the morning.” Aksinya noted the old woman’s laughter as she made her way down the corridor. She heard a heavy door open and shut. A metal lock turned.Before every trace of light drained from the room, Aksinya stumbled to the bowls. One held a congealed mass of thick cooked wheat cereal. It wasn’t seasoned at all. The other was filled with water. Aksinya took a long drink of the water. She stuck her fingers into the hardened cereal and felt the last remnants of warmth. She ate it all and washed it down with the remaining water. Then she curled up on the bench and tried to sleep.
I hope your view of Akisnya has changed just as Aksinya has changed. She has nothing now. She is paying a penance for her wrong and will pay more. The price of her actions is high. She has come a long way from the pampered princess in a private Catholic school. She once had hope and now she begs for blankets and warmth.
There isn't much commentary to give in the following transition. It moves Aksinya from the day with her jailer to the night with hunger, cold, and perhaps a visitation. Tomorrow, the night.