The story of how Charles Puck, the husband of FBI agent Kelly Lee and father to Freya, first met the Demon King of the Mirror World
Mark Woolley as Charles Puck
The Demon as Himself
an Audiotonomy Production
13 REFLECTIONS: THE CHAMBER OF SOULS Episode 1 Season 2
INT. MIRROR WORLD - NIGHT
ZOMBIE DUNGEON AMBIENCE
I stepped though the Jell-O like
surface of the mirror and found
myself in a chilling eternal night.
A nightmarish landscape of
limitless dimensions. A thick
ground fog came up to my knees and
made it difficult to breathe.
Nothing was familiar and it took me
a few moments to steady myself.
Then I saw it a short distance away
above my head and knew I was surely
not somewhere over the rainbow.
A 13 foot tall demon with the skin
of a crocodile, horns of a ram, and
teeth like needles, perched atop a
floating outcrop of charred
granite. His massive chin rested in
his clawed hand. His yellow snake
eyes scanned his otherworldly
domain before locking with mine.
This is the story of how I first
met the Demon King of the mirror
Its voice was so deep and
penetrating that the marrow in my
bones vibrated. Did it really speak
or was it all in my mind?
What brings you here to me?
GAG. CHOKE. COUGH.
Speaking in his realm was like
making sounds submerged in a dark
lake. He made a casual wave at me
with two clawed fingers.
This should help. Try again.
I... I’m looking for my daughter.
Yes, Freya. She’s only ten years
old and not well.
She has a condition. A heart
A defect? I can cure her just as
easily as you now can speak.
You’d do this for me?
I don’t know. Who are you?
I’m Charles. Charles Puck.
Oh. I already know your name
Charles. My question was “Who ARE
At that instant I couldn’t
understand his meaning.
I’m just a regular man. A father. A
husband. I dabble painting with
water colors. I work as a
bookkeeper for Taylor and Edwards
I keep their accounts. Track of all
the sales transactions, you know?
Money in, expenses paid out. That
sort of thing.
Accounts. Hmmm. I also keep
Do you really?
It’s wasn’t apparent to me what
type of accounts a demon would need
to keep. There were no businesses
or buildings of any sort around.
Come with me. I shall show you.
He floated down to my level without
effort. For being of great height
and stature he made no sound when
his feet touched down. I followed
him through the ground fog. We
seemed to fly instead of walk.
Every step seemed to bring us a
thousand paces forward. Soon
strange shapes rose out of the
ground fog. A landscape of surreal
objects from Salvador Dahli’s
nightmares. Some where broken
mirrors of huge size. Others were
Here we are. Welcome to my humble
Its lips curled as if to smirk, if
a demon could smirk.
Humble abode? It was a massive
castle of gray stone blocks each
the size of a truck. Black
gargoyles shaped like winged hell
hounds perched on the top of the
battlement. They were carved from
dark marble but I swear I saw one
flap its wings.
The castle was set upon a huge
mound of river rocks. Or that is
what I thought at first. As we
climbed up the steep walk, I could
see they were not rocks at
all...they were charred skulls most
were human, some were animals,
dogs, goats, cows but a few were of
skulls of creatures unknown to me.
We crossed the draw bridge and
passed beyond the walls. Heavy iron
gates slowly fell behind us.
Looking about the courtyard, I
wondered if the castle walls were
to keep tress-passers out or to
keep prisoners in?
HEAVY DOORS OPEN.
AMBIENCE CHANGES TO LARGE HALL.
We entered the great hall. It was
like a Roman cathedral with gothic
arches and thick pillars but no
pews or candles or confessionals.
The ground fog gave way to reveal
red marble floors that strongly
looked like flowing blood.
CHARLES (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The demon’s thunderous footfalls
A large throne of gold perched at
the end of the hall. I expected the
demon to go and sit in it but the
demon turned away to the right and
pointed at a narrow stairway that
We reached the bottom and came to
large metal doors crossed with
thick chain and a steel lock. The
demon raised a finger and the lock
It waved its hand and the chains
swept themselves aside. The demon
grabbed a key from the chain around
his neck. It was a thick gold
square key with odd shaped
indentions. He inserted it into a
hole in the door.
HEAVY METAL DOORS OPEN
Two massive metal doors parted.
Putrid stench escaped from the room
The demon motioned for me to enter,
I took a deep breath fearing it
would be my last.
The room inside was lined with
shelves set into the walls. On each
shelf was a large mason jar that
glowed a different color.
What is this place?
This is my most cherished space in
my entire kingdom. Welcome to my
chamber of souls.
I took a step closer to the glowing
jars. They pulsed with soft light
and something fluttered inside. I
thought butterflies or birds but my
stomach turned when I saw that in
each glowing jar...
Those are hearts.
The heart is just a shell. Those
Yes, but these are old and stale
not very valuable.
Valuable? Souls have different
Of course. Souls have weight. “I
come to you with a heavy heart.”
Souls have temperature, “She’s a
cold hearted bitch.” or “A hot
blooded warrior.” But most amazing
of all things, souls have magic.
Some souls are more magical than
others. Come let me show you.
The demon led me to what I thought
would be the end of the room but as
it turned I discovered this chamber
of souls was not a room at all. It
was a labyrinth.
Each turn led to a larger space all
lit by glowing jars of souls. Some
rooms were purple, some blue, some
were bright red. The demon made a
turn down steep narrow stairs. I
stepped into a huge cavernous room
with walls that seemed to flow with
colors of the rainbow.
These are the rarest of souls, the
most magical, my most collectable.
You collect souls?
Indeed. I am the Demon King of the
Mirror World. Collecting souls is
A sinister smile floated across the
demon kings lips. Its needle like
teeth glimmered in the multicolored
light. Its yellow eyes moved from
jar to jar as if assessing each
jar’s beauty. I never considered if
demons experienced joy. Was I the
first to witness a it or were there
others prior to me that never made
it out alive to tell anyone?
Do you see the sparkle, the
effervescence, the richness of
color? Does the bouquet hint at a
meadow in the morning light, or a
pine forest, or freshly wrapped
I must admit that these jars did
sparkle rather than glow. The
colors were alive, they fluttered
and danced with each beat of the
I hadn’t noticed that this area
smelled much sweeter than the
previous rooms. I could breath
easier. Was it my imagination that
with each breath my heart felt less
dread, less anxious, less fear?
Why do I feel lighter?
It’s the souls. It’s their quality.
These souls are like rare jewels,
aged fine wine, or triple cream
cheese. These are souls of great
magic. Just being in their presence
lifts your spirits.
I see that and feel it. But what
makes these souls so different than
These are the souls of remarkable
individuals. Take this one for
The demon king pointed at a small
gold and orange jar. The heart
inside was small and delicate.
This belonged to a child.
My heart began to pound. Was this
the heart of my Freya?
Soniya was the eldest daughter of
five and at her tender age of ten
years she was forced to care for
her other siblings when her mother
was killed by terrorists. This
young child marched her siblings
through battle field after battle
MACHINE GUN FIRE
They hid during the day and moved
in the evening until it was too
dark to see.
She fought off three militia men
but they were eventually captured.
While in their prison she learned
the myth of the mirrors. She was
able to face two mirrors to create
MAGIC MIRROR WHOOSH
She touched the 13th reflection to
open a portal and helped her
siblings escape certain death.
How did she die?
Die? Her soul lives on.
Allow me to rephrase. How did her
soul come to be here on your shelf?
Ah. That. She and I had a chat and
came to an arrangement.
Arrangement? What sort of
I’d save her and her siblings. I’d
help her find a safe place and a
way to pay for all of their needs.
What sin did she have to commit for
Sin? Oh nothing of the sort. She
merely had to tell others of the
mirror myth. It was that simple.
Spread the gospel so to speak? What
other ways of worship did she have
to perform? What other tithing was
Tithing. That’s a good way to look
at it. Yes, there was some of that.
But alas once her life began to
prosper she decided to step away
from our arrangement.
You haven’t answered my question.
Maybe not in the fashion you would
What happened to her?
She repaid me.
With her soul?
CHARLES (VO) (CONT'D)
His only reply was a smirk and a
shrug of his massive shoulders.
Somehow... in some sinister
fashion, he took that young girl’s
So tell me about your Freya. What
condition is plaguing her?
Her heart, two chambers didn’t
Terrible thing. And yet she’s made
it to ten years.
It appears to have effected
development in other areas. Her
speech, movement, and her mind.
So not just a heart defect.
You said you could heal her.
What you want is not a healing. You
I want what every parent wants.
A perfect child is a rather big
Are you saying it is beyond you?
No. Not exactly. My skills are
unmatched. I am more than able but
I’m yet to be inspired to act.
What inspiration do you need?
Well, I could be moved to act if we
Come to some arrangement?
Demon chuckles then his laugh grows bigger.
This is how I first met the Demon
King of the Mirror World. This is
where my spiral down begins. This
is where I make my mark in the
Chamber of Souls.
This has been 13 Reflections: The
Chamber of Souls Episode 1