All saints' DayMature

I dressed and headed to Zoe's, today was going to be a little slow, as it was Tutti santi( or Ognissanti) in English translated to All saints day All Saints' Day, also known as All Hallows, Solemnity of All Saints, or Feast of All Saints)is a solemnity celebrated on 1 November by the Catholic Church and several Protestant denominations, and on the first Sunday after Pentecost in Eastern Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy, in honor of all the saints, known and unknown. The liturgical celebration begins at Vespers on the evening of 31 October and ends at the close of 1 November. It is thus the day before All Souls' Day. Hallowmas is another term for the feast, and was used by Shakespeare in this sense. However, a few recent writers have applied this term to the three days from 31 October to 2 November inclusive, as a synonym for the triduum of Hallowtide. In Catholic theology, the day commemorates all those who have attained the beatific vision in Heaven. It is a national holiday in many historically Catholic countries. In the Catholic Church and many Anglican churches, the next day specifically commemorates the departed faithful who have not yet been purified and reached heaven. Christians who celebrate All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day do so in the fundamental belief that there is a prayerful spiritual bond between those in heaven (the "Church triumphant"), and the living (the "Church militant"). Other Christian traditions define, remember and respond to the saints in different ways; for example, in the Methodist Church, the word "saints" refers to all Christians and therefore, on All Saints' Day, the Church Universal, as well as the deceased members of a local congregation, is honored and remembered.

I didn't join in the festivities, I just minded from the clock tower. So people were out and about making preparations and we were the last thing on their mind. The only thing I had scheduled was with Jarred, for his Allazei.

I walked into Zoe's and Jessie shot me a dirty look, which I ignored as I got to my station. After Jarred I was free to leave, I pretty much made my own hours. Greg didn't mind, as long as I had not left them shorthanded.

Jarred showed up on time, and I was out by 1:00pm. I passed all the overly excited humans as I walked home; it wasn't far from the shop. I did however own a car, for all intents and purposes. I decided to check in at the corner book store, Stew always held back new material for me.

"Hey stew," I called as the bell chimed over me when I opened the door.

"Seriah, I have some new material for you," He says handing me a book of poems.

Not just any book though, the author on this one resembled Jensen. It didn't just resemble him, it was him I realized reading the about the author page. How ironic, yet interesting I thought as I paid Stew and left the store.

I was a bit stimulated about reading his book, but when I reached my door another vision invaded my mind.

It was already twilight, and all the humans were celebrating. Fireworks light the sky, and the aroma of foods suffocated the air. There wasn't a silent spot in the whole city, not even where I stood on the clock tower. I heard Azazul's voice and turned to my right, he had Jensen by the neck. He knew nobody would pay attention, as they were all distracted but the activities. He was inches from Jensen's neck, and he called me out in a threatening tone. I went to meet him on the ground below, but I was stopped by an unidentified arm pulling me in.  When I threw me in a marvel, it was my father. He said he had escaped temporarily from the underworld to get me a message. I was torn between trying to save Jensen and listening to my father, as I watched Azazul disappearing with Jensen. I could read his thoughts and knew the spot we were to meet at, as he wanted a truce. I returned my attention to my father, and I had never seen him in such a panic state. He warned me of a dark spirit coming, one which did not want me here. He called it Fylgja, and it was angry of my existence. He told me Fylgja is a supernatural being or creature which accompanies a person in connection to their fate or fortune. Fylgjur usually appear in the form of an animal and commonly appear during sleep, but the sagas relate that they could appear while a person is awake as well, and that seeing one's Fylgja is an omen of one's impending death. However, when fylgjur appear in the form of women, they are then supposedly guardian spirits for people or clans. My father was not sure whether she was sent by the angry gods to seek me out, or the vamps to protect me. He had a vision that she would appear to me on this night. He told me he had to go before Hades learned he was gone. The loud fireworks crackled and I turned to see, when I wheeled back my father was gone.

"Seriah, are you OK?" Jeremiah asked as I just stood at my door with the key inserted in the lock.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said quickly.

"Hey Seriah, you should meet my high-school friend, he be here soon. Actually he is running a little late, but were going to the festivities," He invited.

I knew Jensen wasn't going to show up at all if I didn't get to Azazul in time. I still had about six hours until night fall, and I had to come up with a plan. Also keeping in mind the Fylgja my father warned me about. I wondered if Cecil had ever heard of one before, but I would have to wait until darkness peaked to ask.

I declined politely and vanished into my apartment, I had to get my brain thinking. I couldn't do much about it now, and I was hesitant to Google the Fylgja. I mean had any real human actually seen one? How would they know how to rid it from existence? To entertain my curiosity I did it anyway, and this is what I found.

There are two kinds of fylgjur in the Old Norse sources; the animal and the woman fylgja. The animal fylgja, also female, has animal shape. The woman fylgja was thought to be a woman. The animal fylgja can be introduced as a human alter ego or double, the woman fylgja as a helping spirit. These two entities have not much more than the name in common.

A woman fylgja is a female supernatural entity who acts as a guardian spirit for the clan, and especially for the chief of the clan. They were also attached to individuals, but were immortal and appear to have been attached to particular lineages following a person from each generation. Mundal believes that they represent the spirits of ancestral mothers; a part of the ancestral mother worship we know existed among the Vikings.

The animal fylgja motif is sometimes blended with the húgr-motif. [Húgr (masculine singular) means “intent”, “desire”, “thought”, “soul”, “heart” and seems to have been a part of the human soul that could move outside of the body in animal shape]. Manna hugir ["the intents of men"] sometimes replace the term manna fylgjor [the “followers” of men] and usually then appear in the shape of wolves. Wolves, being associated with fierce passion and desire (or greed and hunger) are closely connected to the húgr. The other animals appear as manna fylgjor. Either way the fylgja can not be killed, or I was praying it was the female that was to visit me tonight.

I was hungry from not drinking last night, so I made some human food to tie me over until later. They call the dish pizza, it was quite tasty. I took my pizza to my reading chair and grabbed Jensen's book.

I was going to wait until the beginning of dawn so I could beat Azazal to the rendezvous point he requested. I heard a knock on Jeremiah's door followed by Jensen's voice, which confirmed my assumption the memory imprinting had work. I also knew he was safe form Azazul, for now.

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