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There were these days when all these affairs were going steadily. I was talking with daevan, living my old life through part of the day, and in the evening preparing with my new life.

First and foremost Dee, as I was temporary calling daevan, told me that there were others. There was some cycle when he and similar others was created and put into depth of earth. They were resurfacing slowly. Then there was some impulse, that made them awaken, aware. Next step was to bond with some creatures, preferably humans.

I liked to discuss things. Dee said that his strange memories were incomplete. It was more theoretical discussion than real problems solving.

Dee said that he felt as he could bond with most animals. It was of not much help as he was conscious being and there was not much reason within animals. Some are smarter than others, but overall they were living by instincts without this abstract world in their heads. It was emergency path, that animal bonding, to move stone to better place, rather than real option as we agreed.

He didn’t know how long was cycle or how he came to be. We had theory that growing pattern of stones was similar to each other and repeated between cycles, so there should be some signs written in human history about bio-stones. On that moment we knew about blood involvement and in human history there was a lot of blood wasting and misuse. Even nowadays.

Speaking of blood, I was donating some of my blood for information. Just a little daily to not hurt myself. It was inevitable as I didn’t want to risk draining blood of others and I was working to get to medical supply of blood which wasn’t so easy to do for me. Dee needed more than only blood to get to his next level, but let’s talk about it later.

After he grown lately he could more or less feel existence of others, other stones. Closer they were, the better he felt their presence. He told me that at least two other stones were in War-Saw. It led us to discussion about the source of them, but he said that he is almost positive that stones should start with pinned location, each on they own territory, not disturbed by other stones. It was perhaps human activity that was putting them nearby. It was reasonable for me, but I wanted to know, how big was this original one stone territory. Which led to approximation, how many of them were in Poland. We took our time and created some complicated hypothesis. Well, in the end there should be around twenty of them or we were mistaken. Dee felt around ten of them in existance, but his scope was limited.

It was very important for him to contact hosts of that stones, that was without proper connection. There was some inner stones’ deal, that for help on reaching bonding with host, he would get snippets of missing information. It was mind-blowing, because most likely it meant that stones had been little different from each other, including different inherent info.

So I spend some time online working on it. Someone already started collecting people, who had sleep problems of that profile. It took time, but moderator seemed to know which exact people was wanted. I joined them in exchange of views and feelings, as it was public web-place. That group of people was existing for some week already but only growing lately. When suggestions about meeting started, I proposed War-Saw as it was in the middle of state with easy way to arrive at. There was talk about accommodation then, because capital is not so cheap place. It seemed that there would be other place chosen. But then one guy said that for one night people could use his grandmother’s old house on the suburbs. And it was settled. In about two weeks, on the weekend, we would have meeting.

About dozen of people was sure to come. Some would maybe come, but in web world maybe meant rather not or by some rare chance. That person, initiator of online contact created team on online communicator. Team name was Ahriman branch which felt to me too darkly melodramatic. I checked who Ahriman was and was not happy. But what could I do, at the moment I felt like passenger on group bus and that person was more like a driver.

We talk with Dee about how we should proceed. He said that he could feel at what level other stones was, at least if they were on his level or below. He was growing little by little and it helped him in regaining memory snippets. He came to conclusion, that he can have only three deals with other stones in short span of time. After he would assimilate memory from deal, he could have new one. It was helpful to know in case we would need to compete with others to share help.

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We decided that I should take Dee on the meeting. Possibly mask him somehow but also let him to be in constant contact. That way I could see my stat page and maybe be aware of magical attacks. But he was quite big. Dee was big, rather round stone with two symbols, strange silver veins and some reddish patterns. He was about as big as handball. Eventually I found that kind of bag with diagonally belt that didn’t look very suspicious. It was still out of place, but it was better than bag for camera if you didn’t plan to take camera. I also saw it with needle on t-shirt and made hole by which stone could touch body. Well, it looked suspicious but I didn’t have anything better.

One day Dee told me about second symbol. First one needed blood to make bond. Second one was for merging. It was complicated and painful procedure detrimental to both stone and host. But merging was able to create short term beneficial effects. Body of host after merge was reinforced, bond was a lot stronger, stone grown inside of the host. Rituals that needed blood or flesh was in that case done by devouring by host. Downsides were insidious, like mutating body of the host to some monstrosity with time. In bad times stone would eat you from inside. All that rituals, where you could cast stone in blood and leave for hours, now needed you to be part of them. There possibly were also problems when one body had two minds. Well, I thought about Fight club movie and smiled.

Dee said that, if there weren’t circumstances where he would be destroyed with ninety nine percent chance, I shouldn’t approve merge. Even merge with some other than me creature. I asked him why he even think about that kind of eventuality and he said that there were some feelings attached in his memory snippets and he was very afraid of that outcome.

In these days Dee worked as a little factory producing miraculous mixture against circulatory problems. He was using human blood and said, that if I could get some human heart muscle or parts of main veins and aorta, it would be faster. It took two days to have green half-mixture and three days to produce blue half-mixture. After he started to produce mixture he was unable to produce stopping heart poison. He said that one was antidote for the other and it was now very hard to reverse changes in his inner biochemistry. I didn’t care about obtaining poison.

Bigger Dee had new needs. Blood was not enough to grow. He craved for flesh. I started to buy more fresh meat from butcher. I took me awhile to find one in War-Saw with really fresh meat. I experimented with fishes, which are a lot easier to buy alive. We, I and Dee, even checked second time results from laboratory. Spectrometry shown that there, in dust I got from Dee, was a lot of rare earth metals and some carbon based acids. I checked if supplements with minerals and other substances then mixed with blood were effective. I even tried herbs and plant oils.

Results were both menacing and positive. It seemed that Dee was happy on diverse diet with electrolytes and oils. For his growing. That and my blood was enough. But for his inner development, his snippets of information and opening new possibilities of growing evolution, that was not enough. He needed fresh meat. Animals had differences too, from mammals as the best, through birds, gads and amphibians to fishes and worms. And more brains smarter he was becoming.

The point was, that ritual with killing creature alive was most beneficial.

And he didn’t like garlic. It was kind of blocking and weakening him. So I checked one and only scientific option. He was source of some bacteria. Normally each bacteria lives for itself, but there they were linked somehow and exchanging signals. I guessed, that I have that little microbes in my body already. And I saw that garlic suppression was not even that efficient. Now I had to consider option that harm to me was already done. Otherwise how could we talk by touch.

Still, I felt myself and I didn’t have memory loses. My personality didn’t seem to change very much and if we would consider that last few weeks were as mad dream, it should change naturally at least a little under pressure. Maybe even a lot.

But for few days I was spooked inside. I was thinking about fighting Dee. I thought that lot of garlic, antibacterial medicines, some cleaning resources, then rehabilitation could free me there. I could even put Dee into the bucket full of Domestos – it’s very potent cleaning liquid for toilets cleaning. I knew that Dee wasn’t stone. He was something alive, something strange and unique. But I valued my own life and wouldn’t let it be destroyed without the fight.

At some point I even asked Dee about that bacterial thing. He said, that he didn’t know much. I tried to see through his feeling but didn’t found anything amiss. He tried to exert more control over bacteria, but it didn’t seem to work. I even bough microscopic set. We did some stuff, bud didn’t crack, how it is working.

Normally, when one feels constant risk, constant pressure, he snaps when it becomes unbearable. Then there is madness and violence. But I didn’t. Why?

People say that there is another side to the coin. There was lots of benefits I got in the meantime.

When I thought about health, money, magic, authority and control, I got advancement in all of it.

It was so sweet that in time, it suppressed my fears. For better or worse my fate with Dee was more and more intermingled.

If I did something in other way, would it be different today. I don’t think so. All roads lead to Rome eventually.

Am I lying to myself? Am I not happy with myself? Well, there are some regrets, but overall I’m glad I’m here, I would say. In my own Rome.