Demon

[ 1st Person POV ]

Unknown Year, Unknown Universe

A sense of urgency and anxiety crept into me as thundering footsteps echoed behind me. Sweat dropped down the sides of my face as my heavy steps echoed in the dark.

'I have to use it to save myself even if I hate it! That dreaded evil that lives inside of me!'

I squeezed my eyes shut in concentration and the noise slowly faded into the background. Reaching inside my mind, I searched frantically for the devil's source inside of me.

There! The pulsing sphere of dark energy!

Digging deeper towards it, I let its warmth surround me. A calming, soothing feeling.

Then. Came the pain.

My body felt numb yet my insides were on fire, a deep searing pain grasp my heart as if seeking to consume it. I groaned as the last touch of pain disappeared as quickly as it came.

Then, power poured into me as if an open tap as my eyes flashed a dangerous red. Clenching my teeth, I forced myself to stay conscious or else the moment the monster fully takes over my body...drastic consequences will be faced.

After trying my best to stay in control, I skidded to a halt and turned around to face my pursuers. Taking advantage of them freezing to a stop at my sudden movement, I raised my right hand forward.

In my mind, I envisioned the symbol of destruction and quickly swept my hand across at the ceiling. As the symbol flared brightly in my mind, a deep rumbling sounded above. That was my signal to leave. I turned around and sped towards the light at the end of this tunnel, not even giving my pursuers a glance. The ceiling starts crumbling and the cement falls apart behind me as I hear the cries of pain and screams of terror.

Perspiration poured down my face as I tried to outrun the destruction following just right behind me. As I neared the light, I felt something grabbing onto my left ankle. Caught by surprise, I tripped and fell. In the moment of desperation, I kicked at it subconsciously yet the grasp did not loosen at all.

Turning to look at what it was, my blood froze as a face stared back at me with hollow sockets and its decaying face filled with maggots. It's jaw moved repeatedly with a clacking sound as if saying something.

'Demon'

A sinister smile filled its face as the ceiling above me broke apart and fell.

Chapter One

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I snapped opened my eyes. A white and plain wall met my eyes instead of the rotting corpse face. Sighing, I got up and stretched. Just another nightmare. I thought with a grimace.

Running my fingers through my bed hair, I sighed again and proceeded to start my day. As i entered the bathroom, I stared at my reflection. Tousled dark brown-coloured hair. My eyes, a bloodthirsty red, staring back at me.

I rubbed my eyes roughly and quickly opened them again. Familiar dark grey orbs stared back at me. Dark grey is my original eye color. As I stared at myself I realise how soulless my eyes looked.

Frowning, I looked away from the mirror and proceeded to brush my teeth. After which I quickly donned a hoodie and sweats.

'Time to head out I guess'

As I stepped out, cold breeze blew against my face with an icy touch. The walk to my usual gym place was short and in no time I am standing outside it.

Chimes jingled as I opened the door. Once again cold wind rushed towards my face messing up my hair. Not that it matters.

"Yo Demon, you're back!" The muscled guy behind the counter shouted.

"It's Damon" I rolled my eyes and said out of habit.

"HAHAHAH. Who cares man, everyone calls you a demon anyway." He flashed his white teeth in a grin.

"Right." I muttered to myself. It's nothing new. I'm used to it. I shook off the thoughts and started my daily grind on the machines.

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[ 3rd Person POV ]

"Go home already son, I'm closing the gym!"

The figure who was sitting on the old bench in the corner of the dark room, intensively lifting heavy weights repetitively for the past few hours gave out a loud sigh.

He slowly released the weights on the rough carpet and stretched to loosen his muscles before grabbing his belongings from the lockers and leaving the building.

Once outside, his eyes were almost forcefully drawn towards the moon. The pale silver moon is abnormally large today. It's presence a haunting glow of brilliance against the night sky. The man felt a deep shiver within his body and tore his gaze away from it.

This night, it seems to be colder then the usual ones. His dark grey sleeveless hoodie provided almost little to no warmth for him, but it's fine. He need not be worried about such mundane things.

At this thought, a deep searing pain grasp his arm and a sudden heat came into existence. Wisps of flames licked along the swirling tattoos on his arm as if they breathed through those black lines. The flames danced an unknown beat, defiant against the cold wind.

His flames are dark and tainted. The color of the abyss, the color of demon blood. His flames, he called them Hell's Judgement. Why? Perhaps because he was cursed before he was born and judged upon by strangers the moment he came into this world.

'Demon's child' they called him, but he did not know what that was. He did not know why they looked at him with disgust, disdain and fear. Even his Father did not dare to look at him at all. Not even once. His Mother? He never knew her, but it was a taboo word to mention in the house.

His Father had kept him hidden in the cellar, away from public eyes. He was the family's shame, their disgrace. They fed him scraps of food, once every few days maybe. If they remembered. Sometimes the servants would pity him and give him more food, but they themselves could spare little. Their low wages near to non-existent.

On that fateful day he turned 5. He had a premonition. He knew that he was going to be thrown out as it was the day the house will have a newborn. The baby that will be replacing him. The baby that his Father had with another woman.

He knew it was time. Time to leave this place, where he never could belong. As the first cries of the newborn sounded across the house, he took his first step out into the dark cold night.

That night, in an alley void of people. He experienced his first awakening and he finally realised why his family hated him. He had a curse. Black sinister lines appeared on his weak body, and they covered him from head to toe.

Then came the burning. From deep within his body, flames that were absent of light. Flames that were a demonic black. They burned him. Inside out.

His cries of agony, his screams of pain. They lasted for 3 days.

When the last tendrils of flame died out, he laid on the charred floor like a corpse. His voice had fled him the day before and his body could no longer move. He laid there helpless of his fate, just like the day he was born.

As he opened his eyes for the first time since the torture began. He saw the pale-silver moon. He felt its shimmering glow. And he knew then. That he truly was alone, all alone in this cruel world.

Sighing, he forced his aching body awake. Starting from his fingers to his toes. It took hours, but his efforts were not for naught as he began shifting his body up & forward, taking baby steps.

If one were to see the entire process, they would have thought that a zombie was awakening. But he was worse. He's a demon. His steps echoed along the empty streets, empty as his soul, empty as his heart. Hopelessness and despair were all he have left.

Caught up in his thoughts and past memories, Damon did not notice the presence in front of him, until it hit him.