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by Alex Greene My name is Dr Sarah Elizabeth Rosalind March DPsych FPBS. I am a Professor of Psychology, Fellow of the British Psychology Society and hair of Psychology at the !ni"ersity of Manchester. #his is my story. I sho$ld say, before I begin, that I gi"e this acco$nt freely and of my own free will, witho$t coercion of any sort. I am f$lly aware of all of the conse%$ences of this written acco$nt of the e"ents of last year. I &now what might ha''en to me as a res$lt of my '$blishing this statement. (nd at this 'oint, I really do not care. ))) My story began *o"ember +,th. It was warm and s$nny on my way in to wor&. I had to c$t thro$gh Fallowfield on my way in, beca$se the $s$al road in was bloc&ed off. Roadwor&s. ( minor incon"enience. I was still late, beca$se there were tem'orary traffic lights on the alternate road in - a drain had b$rst - and so I came in seething mad anyway. I had not been loo&ing forward to this day, beca$se I had an inter"iew with #anya .ettering, second year $ndergrad reading for a BSc /0ons1 in Psychology, and I
really did not want to cond$ct this inter"iew beca$se I hate 'lagiarism cases. #anya was waiting for me in the "estib$le to my office as I stormed in, seething. I cast a glance at her on the way in2 I barely ac&nowledged my secretary Rita as she told me that this was #anya, gr$nting something as I br$shed 'ast her to enter my room. I3d hardly had time to sit at my des&, when the call came thro$gh from Rita as&ing if I was ready to see #anya. 4r$m'ily, I b$zzed her thro$gh. It was only then that my brain ca$ght $' with what my mind had been registering. #his was not the #anya .ettering I was familiar with. I o'ened the case file, which I3d 'lon&ed down on the des& in front of me. ( ream of 'a'er concerning #anya3s academic de"elo'ment., inters'ersed with other 'ossible e"idence - incl$ding a 'hotoco'y of her st$dent ID card, willingly gi"en by #anya. #he 'ict$re on the ID card showed a bit of a wild child, her face co"ered with 'iercings, her hair in dreads dyed in "ario$s colo$rs. #his #anya loo&ed li&e a candidate for an MB(2 hair c$t short and done $' in a tight b$n, the facial 'iercings long gone, a shar' b$siness s$it in a light m$shroom, a small '$rse sl$ng o"er one sho$lder and an iPad $nder her other arm. 3I ho'e I3m not c$tting into yo$r b$sy sched$le,3 I
sna''ed as she entered the room, obser"ing her fiddling with her smart'hone. I watched her as she '$t the 'hone in her '$rse, loo&ed at me and smiled. 35f co$rse not,3 #anya remar&ed. 3I3"e been clearing my sched$le for the rest of the day, and s$bmitting my assignments to my t$tors - along, of co$rse, with notes e6'laining what is ha''ening.3 I stee'led my hands and leaned forwards. 3#anya ...3 #anya raised an eyebrow. 37es, Professor83 3Please,3 I re'lied, gest$ring to the chair in front of me. 3#a&e a seat.3 #anya sat, her bac& $'right, her 'ost$re calm, 'oised. She loo&ed at me with the calmest eyes I ha"e e"er seen2 clearly, far too calm, considering what she had been as&ed to - no, ordered to - come to my office to disc$ss. 3Miss .ettering,3 I began, 3the '$r'ose of this inter"iew is to determine whether yo$ are, in fact, g$ilty of 'lagiarism. ( "ery serio$s acc$sation has been made concerning the essay yo$ s$bmitted on the to'ic of abnormal 'sychology.3 #anya3s e6'ression remained calm, controlled. 3I am aware of this, Professor,3 she re'lied. 3(s a matter of fact, I had been ho'ing to tal& to yo$ abo$t something before all of this came abo$t. Indeed,3 she added, 3my interest in meeting yo$ is related to this matter, tho$ght not in the
way yo$ thin&.3 She too& o$t her iPad, ta''ed the screen a few times, and handed it o"er to me. 35bser"e, 'lease. #his will e6'lain e"erything.3 3I ho'e so,3 I re'lied, loo&ing at the image on the iPad. ( moment later, I loo&ed $' at her. 3#his loo&s li&e gibberish,3 I said. 3It3s act$ally written in #heban,3 #anya re'lied. 3#heban83 3It3s a font,3 #anya stated, t$rning the iPad aro$nd to face her. 37o$ can act$ally download it from the internet and write all yo$r essays in it. It loo&s 'retty, doesn3t it83 I loo&ed at the 'age on the iPad. It was a 'hoto of some sort of ill$minated doc$ment, written in #heban, with a 'ict$re in the corner showing someone in a robe and another 'erson standing in a circle drawn on the gro$nd. 3Er, #anya, what e6actly is this that yo$ are showing me anyway83 3#he so$rce of my &nowledge,3 #anya re'lied. 39hat8 #his man$scri't83 3*o,3 #anya said. 3#he one whom I called $' 'ro"ided me with the &nowledge I so$ght. (haz$el, the !nbeholden.3 ))) 3I don3t &now how to write this re'ort o$t,3 I said, an ho$r
later, o"er a c$' of coffee. Rita was sitting o''osite me. 9e were in the refectory, m$lling o"er the .ettering file as the staff 'ottered aro$nd in the bac&. #he refectory was otherwise em'ty. 37o$3"e got her defence,3 Rita re'lied. 3Insanity.3 3*o,3 I said. 37o$3"e seen her this morning. (nd yo$ and I ha"e seen her beforehand, with all her 'iercings and her dreads and that :Smo&e #he Draw: cannabis # shirt and scr$ffy ;eans. If anything, today she loo&s saner than I am.3 Rita loo&ed at the 'a'ers. 3<et3s loo& at this again,3 she said. 3#he acc$sation began when her t$tor com'lained that the essay #anya s$bmitted did not seem to cite any recognisable so$rces - certainly nothing from the set te6t list. In"estigation showed that she hasn3t act$ally s'ent a 'enny on the set te6ts.3 3#hat3s inconcl$si"e,3 I re'lied. 3She co$ld ha"e obtained the set te6ts from other so$rces - I hear that yo$ can get them downloaded free in PDF form direct from the internet, if yo$ &now where to loo& for them.3 37et,3 Rita said, 3if she did ha"e access to the te6ts, why has she not cited any of them as her so$rces8 S$rely she can3t be attrib$ting her insights to this ... this (haz$el, whoe"er he is83 3I don3t &now,3 I said, '$lling o$t a few sheets from the
'ile = #anya3s essay. I loo&ed at the immac$lately='rinted essay, and shoo& my head. 3She has to ha"e co'ied this from someone,3 she said. 3I mean, loo& at is. It3s insightf$l, c$tting ...3 I loo&ed $' at Rita. 3It has to ha"e been 'lagiarised.3 39hy8 Beca$se it has too many mista&es83 I shoo& my head. 3#oo few,3 I re'lied. 3I don3t &now how, or where she got this from, b$t ... for want of a better word, this tiny essay is 'erfect. 4ro$ndbrea&ing. I swear that this le"el of writing is beyond #anya3s e6'ected le"el. #his le"el of geni$s is ... well, it3s at my le"el. Perha's e"en abo"e my grade.3 3*ot what yo$3d e6'ect from some scr$ffy st$dent in dreads83 I loo&ed at Rita. 3*ot her, 'erha's,3 I re'lied, t$c&ing the 'a'ers bac& into the folder. 3B$t the s$ited and booted yo$ng woman sitting across the des& from me ... that3s an entirely different matter. B$t how, and when, did she ma&e this transition83 37o$3"e got to admit2 it3s a 'retty radical change.3 Rita scoffed. 3Radical8 #ry :s'ectac$lar.:3 I tho$ght of something. 3Rita, I wonder if I can as& yo$ for a fa"o$r.3 Rita smiled. 3(nything.3
I wrote down a few titles. 3 an yo$ chec& these on #$rnitin for me, will yo$8 I3"e got some legwor& of my own I need to do.3 ))) #he 'hone sto''ed ringing. 3#anya s'ea&ing.3 3It3s me,3 I told her. 34ood afternoon, Professor,3 #anya said, her "oice sil&y smooth. 3I3"e ta&en the liberty of sending yo$ the 'age from the man$scri't that I showed yo$, along with a transcri't in #imes *ew Roman. I ta&e it by now that yo$3"e had Rita do some research.3 3I ha"e. I d$g aro$nd a little myself.3 3(nd so yo$ &now that my so$rces are all gen$ine. 7o$3"e e"en been able to "erify that I ha"en3t been cheating by going onto #$rnitin, I 'res$me.3 37o$ 'res$me correctly, #anya. 0owe"er, I thin& yo$ o$ght to &now that as e"idence goes, it3s not e6actly e6c$l'atory. In fact, yo$r telling me that yo$r dis'$ted essay is ins'ired by some mediae"al te6t is hardly 'roof that yo$ are, in fact, sane.3 #anya la$ghed o"er the 'hone2 a light, infectio$s giggle. Most $ne6'ected. 3*o, no, no,3 she said2 and I co$ld "is$alise her sha&ing her head. 37o$ don3t $nderstand. #he 'ages in the boo& were not the direct ins'iration2 it
was the con"ersation with <ord (haz$el, and the so$rces 0e 'ointed me to, that were.3 3So$rces8 9hat so$rces83 37o$3ll see them attached to the email I sent yo$,3 #anya said. #he line went dead. ))) #hat night, lying in bed reading my iPad, I called $' and read the 'ages she3d transcribed. It had been written in Italian, b$t a %$ic& r$n thro$gh 4oogle #ranslate dissol"ed the lang$age barrier. (ccording to the te6t, there was a 'roced$re which enabled a h$man to call down a being into a circle - the diagram was clearly mar&ed in other 'ages #anya had attached to the email, along with lists of corres'ondences for colo$rs, incense scents, candles, instr$ments and e"en m$sic to be 'layed. I loo&ed at the lists of so$rces she3d tho$ghtf$lly s$''lied to me. Idly, I called $' a co$'le of the !R<s on the list on the 'a'er, and gas'ed. #hese doc$ments were freely a"ailable online, tho$gh they came from no ser"er I3d e"er "isited. #hey were clear. #hey were logical. #hey were $tterly rational. #hey made the material in the >o$rnal of the British Psychology Society loo& li&e the wor& of fresher $ndergrad$ates. (nd I co$ld see, by what I was reading, that #anya had
not act$ally co'ied any te6ts, b$t rather had $sed this &nowledge written here in these PDFs as a s'ringboard for her own theories on abnormal 'sychology2 'athologies of beha"io$r which she had, for want of a better shorthand, labelled thro$gho$t her essay as sins. #hese doc$ments online loo&ed to ha"e been written by someone with the clearest insight into h$man sin that I had e"er seen. ))) 34ood morning, Professor,3 said #anya. 3I belie"e yo$ ha"e decided to clear me.3 3S$ch 'res$m'tion,3 I said, with a gas'. 3It is tr$e, tho$gh, isn3t it83 ( long 'a$se followed. 37es,3 I whis'ered. 3(haz$el told me last night,3 #anya re'lied, her tone of "oice bordering on what I wo$ld call gloating. 30e read yo$r dreams as yo$ sle't, and co$ld tell when yo$ were ready to ma&e $' yo$r mind. 7o$ didn3t get m$ch slee'2 yo$ s'ent most of last night reading $' on those doc$ments I sent yo$.3 I nodded, des'ite the conscio$s &nowledge that she co$ld not 'ossibly see me o"er the line. 30ow did yo$ ...8 9here did yo$ ...83 30ow abo$t :why did I,: ne6t,3 #anya re'lied, and I co$ld
hear her grinning. So in control. So $tterly remo"ed from the yo$nger #anya of the year before. 3Why did yo$, then83 ( ch$c&le from #anya2 still infectio$s, b$t this one more throaty, a &nowing la$gh that sent an $ne6'ected thrill down my s'ine. ( thrill of aro$sal. I shoo& my head2 I3m straight. 9omen aren3t my thing, b$t listening to #anya3s la$gh for a moment, I really fo$nd myself wanting to cross the street ;$st for her. 3I didn3t do this for a dare, if yo$ were wondering,3 #anya re'lied. 3*or did I decide to call down (haz$el for the $s$al reasons that yo$ might associate with con;$ring fallen angels. I read that (haz$el 'ossessed answers to %$estions on the nat$re of sin that el$ded e"en the ?atican2 and since that is going to be my s'eciality, and the 'ath of my f$t$re career, I tho$ght I3d get the &nowledge from the so$rce direct.3 39ell, whate"er yo$ did,3 I said, 3I thin& that I wo$ld li&e to tal& to this (haz$el in 'erson.3 3I don3t thin& I can do that,3 #anya said. 3B$t I can '$t yo$ in to$ch with his boss, if yo$ wish.3 ))) (nd so it was that I fo$nd myself standing in a circle drawn on the gro$nd, chanting in synch with #anya, as incense smo&e rose in a col$mn inside a larger circle
drawn in chal& on the gro$nd in front of $s. #anya was stri&ing a reg$lar rhythm on a small sil"er bell which she was holding in front of her2 on the eighty=first stro&e of the bell, there was a change in the air. My eyes sna''ed o'en. #he chant had been long and re'etiti"e, and my eyes had been half=closed thro$gho$t. My mind had been drifting off from the chanting2 it felt almost li&e sli''ing into a hy'notic trance, li&e one of those trances I3d fallen into while "isiting that blog 0y'notic Erotic a few months bac&. (s my eyes o'ened, my mind cleared. I co$ld see something inside the circle2 a sha'e, mo"ing in the col$mn of obsc$ring smo&e. 4lim'ses of horns. <eathery wings. ( flash of a barbed, ratli&e tail. ( clo"en hoof sliding a half=ste' forwards. Balef$l red eyes. 30e is Ele$zel,3 #anya said. 3(s& 0im a %$estion.3 35 Ele$zel,3 I as&ed, hesitantly, 3I re%$est ... &nowledge.3 3S'ecify,3 the "oice of Ele$zel said, a sil&en hiss betraying 'ower and command. 3Do yo$ see& &nowledge that the teachings of (haz$el cannot f$rnish8 Do yo$ see& to learn from the one whom (haz$el calls :Mentor:83 I nodded. 3I .. I wish it,3 I stammered. 3#hen ste' into the circle,3 Ele$zel said, 3as (haz$el
commanded the mortal #anya to do.3 *$mbly, I fo$nd myself ta&ing a ste' o$t of my s$mmoner3s circle. #hen another. (nd another, as I slowly crossed the floor between the circles. 9hen I too& that last ste' into the circle containing Ele$zel, I felt as if I were br$shing thro$gh some sort of filmy "eil. (nd then I was in the middle of the circle. Swirling, dar&, scented smo&e rose all aro$nd me, bloc&ing o$t my "ision of the o$tside world. I co$ld no longer see #anya. *or the circles. *othing b$t a world of smo&e and mist. ( hand fo$nd its way into mine. I loo&ed down. It loo&ed h$man. It belonged to a n$de male, with a body that athletes wo$ld &ill to own, a clean=sha"en face with blonde ringlets, and horrible eyes that were all '$'il, solid blac&, no sclera at all. 3 ome with me,3 the "oice said, in its sil&en hiss of command. 3<et me show yo$ my domain.3 35&ay,3 I whis'ered, shi"ering with $ne6'ected s$rges of se6$al aro$sal. #his 'erson was hot. <eading me by the hand, Ele$zel too& me along a corridor I hadn3t seen before ... and entered some sort of room. <ow ceiling, ta'estries on all the walls, c$shions on the floor. ( tea set on a small table, and #$r&ish delights. (nd in the air, the heady scent of se6$al 'assion and sin. 3 ome,3 Ele$zel told me, leading me towards the c$shions
and laying me down $'on them. 3<et me tell yo$ some insights into yo$r abnormal 'sychology that yo$ co$ld not ha"e dreamed of.3 ))) It is always s$ch a sim'le matter to ma&e the transition into li"ing, mortal flesh. #his is a tric& I ta$ght my 'rot@g@ and lo"er more than two cent$ries ago. I3d attem'ted to teach it to yo$ng Franz Mesmer, b$t he ne"er really got it. It3s ta&en generations to de"elo' the basic tools of hy'nosis and trance ind$ction, and the $nderlying science of 'sychology2 b$t the h$man s'ecies has finally beg$n catching $' with $s. I o'ened Dr March3s eyes, while the good Doctor was occ$'ied with being sed$ced by the 'ro;ected image I3d drawn from the de'ths of her mind, of a h$man form she co$ld not 'ossibly resist. I loo&ed across to #anya. Dr March had not left the circle, and neither had she. In fact, the entire incident, from the moment she sli''ed into a trance from the chanting, had ta&en 'lace inside Dr March3s head. #he trance had ser"ed its '$r'ose, which was to l$ll her mind into a 'sychic 'rison inside her own head, lea"ing her head "acant for me to sli' into, li&e someone trying o$t a 'artic$larly tight 'air of tro$sers. *ow riding along inside her, with her mind lost to an eternal 'assion with a dream lo"er who wo$ld ne"er tire, I wo$ld be free to
en;oy wal&ing abo$t the world, ass$ming her identity, en;oying the 'ri"ileges d$e to a hair of the De'artment of Psychology. I grinned at #anya A (haz$el. 3Shall we call $' yo$r brood brother ne6t83 I as&ed her. She nodded enth$siastically. 3Dr March3s secretary will be the ideal host for him.3 3E6actly what I was thin&ing,3 I re'lied. 3(nd after that, I thin& we need to get raises for both o$r salaries, commens$rate with o$r male co$nter'arts3 salaries.3 30ow will we do that, Master83 I grinned, feeling Dr March3s facial m$scles mo"e = an $nfamiliar sensation I wo$ld ha"e to get $sed to. 39ell, for one thing, if I3m good at anything,3 I told (haz$el, 3it3s finding o$t abo$t 'eo'le3s sins. (nd belie"e me, Dr March already has 'lenty of &nowledge abo$t all her male colleag$es3 sins. (ll I ha"e to do is ;$st dig a little dee'er.3 My name is Ele$zel, rown Prince of the Si6th ircle, 0eir to the 5smi$m #hrone of Dis, .ee'er of the !ncrossed .eys of the Domain of Smo&e and Fire. #his is my story.
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