Daemon Speak ~kyle

Hell

Shane walked into the room, his normally pale face was bruised over his small nose was broken and lip was busted. He looked around and stayed quiet with any luck they weren’t here and he’d be able to make up an excuse for his injuries. His hopes were quickly shot when the gruff voice of his foster fathers voice cut though the silence and his thoughts.

“Shane get in here, Now Damn you” He yelled.

Shane sighed “so close” he thought as he trudged half-heartedly towards the kitchen. He stopped at the doorway and heard the horrified gasp from his foster mother. He didn’t look up to reassure her or to meet the fiery gaze that was drilling into his skull or the shaking fists of his foster farther.

“Who did you start a fight with this time? The police? Why do you do this Shane?” He growled slamming a fist into the already unbalanced table, sending a plate and glass to the linoleum floor in a pile of sharp splinters. One slid away from the pile and sat still twirling at his feet gleaming up to him, taunting him.

Shane didn’t look up “I didn’t start it, and if anyone in the town would give a shit about us kids we wouldn’t try and kill each other on a daily basis” he muttered. He stared at the broken pieces of plate at his feet, the large sliver calling his name. He shook the feeling and stared through it letting his mind wander away form the homicidal thoughts. This was the normal day to day for the ten year old.

“How many times have I told you…” his foster father started but he interrupted.

“Too many, but I don’t care, if you actually cared about what happened to me you wouldn’t be sitting there thinking about killing me, you’d want to help” Shane shouted. His voice carried a hard edge and his eyes were hard as ice.

“Get out of my house, go back to whatever cardboard box you came form and curl up and die.” His foster mother said, her voice quiet as a pin drop compared to her husbands raving.

“And of course you defend the oaf.” Shane said turning and walking out slamming the front door behind him. He walked down the streets for hours before collapsing of exhaustion. He woke up the next morning in the place he’d spend the next horrible seven years of his life, but at least it was a home.

Beginning

It was dark and the streetlights were just beginning to flicker to life as Shane walked beneath them. The air tonight was cooler than usual and it caused the hairs on his neck and arms to stand on end. He shivered slightly as he followed his familiar path between two tall buildings, the air was colder here, perhaps it was the fact that no sunlight ever reached here or it might have been the fact that it was dark, regardless it made him shiver again.

“Hello Shane. . .” A voice called through the darkness, the shrill sound reverberating off of every surface.

Shane stopped dead in his tracks, scanning around him, peering into the murky darkness that seemed to enclose around him, cutting him off from the rest of the world.

“Come to us Shane . . .” Another voice added, this voice was lower and more of a rumble than that of the first.

Shane started to panic, his heart pounding in his ears; his heart was thumping at an alarming rate, his entire body was screaming at him to run; yet in his place he stayed.

“Why dose this one not run in fear like all the others? Maybe we should kill him just for his stupidity” one of the voices suggested.

Shane’s eyes went wide with terror adrenaline flooded his blood and enabled him to run like never before. He was three blocks away before he even began to slow down. When he finally did stop he sighed and slid down to the ground his back against the wall.

“It was too late for that long ago little one” The shrill voice cried, as if in laughter.

Confrontation

“What do you want form me?!” Shane yelled clutching his hands around his head.

“I thought we made that quite obvious boy, we want your soul.” The shrill voice called almost mockingly.

Shane was confused he stared at the street for a long time before speaking again “Where are you why can’t I see you?” he asked not keeping a hopeful expression for an answer. Both voices let out booming laughter causing Shane to grip his head again, this time his whole body shook with the reverberations.

“You’ll see soon enough,” the deep voice growled as if the earth itself was ripping open.

The air grew much colder sending his body to shivers. He turned to see the lights flickering off down the street a thick, unnatural darkness devouring all the light. As it came closer he closed his eyes and shook against the cold, something was coming the scrapes of claws or something like it rang out in the dead silence. He dared not look, not yet; the motion stopped but as it did a new more painful sound rang out, the sound of nails on a chalkboard, chimed in his ears making him cringe.

“Open your eyes Shane” The shrill voice commanded in a harsh tone, one that held a threatening edge and yet, something more.

Shane opened his eyes staring at the figures in front of him, not at first believing his own eyes. A wolf in crimson fur stood before him, its golden eyes flashing with malice in the half-light that now enveloped them. The second figure was a white tiger, his fangs barred and his claws outstretched in front of him; Shane could see the scratch marks left in the concrete, which made him shiver slightly. The wolf was the first one to “speak” of the two.

“Well, well, one of you humans that doesn’t run, maybe its of his own stupidity, or maybe he is the one we want” He growled his eyes seemed to flash with every word and
Shane recognized the rumbling voice as one that was in his head.

“What do you think Teufel?” He asked turning his head slightly to the tiger.

“He is the one and you know it Daemok, if he’s not you will pay for wasting my time tonight.” Teufel snarled.

Coming Together

“Wonder if this human knows how lucky he is, or soon will be” Daemok said glancing over at Teufel.

“Why am I the lucky one?” Shane asked ignoring the fact that they were talking around him like he was a piece of meat, which technically he was.

“You get a wonderful opportunity tonight Shane, not one that every human will get, most won’t even dream of it.” Daemok growled.

Shane eyed them both cautiously, wondering exactly what it was these two daemons wanted with him.

“Well lets get this over with, and keep him from getting away” Daemok said looking at Teufel the back to Shane.

“Agreed” Tuefel, growled crouching as if to pounce on Shane right now ready to tear him limb form limb. Daemok’s form crouched as well and Shane took tow steps back before turning and starting to run. They both hurled themselves from the ground at him both clamping down onto his arms with their teeth claws marking up the back of his shirt. There was a long moment of silence as he felt to the ground writhing in pain, fire spreading though his body feeling as though he would tear his own skin off at any moment. The pain was unbearable and just as he thought he’d die right there. The pain was gone evaporated into the air, like it had never been there.

“What happened?” he groaned rubbing his head slightly confused. He looked at his arms and saw two bite marks in what appeared to be black ink, he never remembered getting those tattoos but then again he didn’t remember much at the moment.

“Don’t you forget about us Shane, we’re stuck with you now” The daemon’s voices rang though his skull bringing back thoughts of the pain and the remembrance of what had just occurred.

Shane stayed on the ground his arms wrapped around his knees his face buried into his arms. He was still in pain and yet he felt abnormally calm.

“WHY ME!?!” he cried out into the night sky, which was now clear, the stars and moon shining brightly over head.

“All will be revealed soon enough Shane” Daemok growled, in a somewhat reassuring tone.