I hope you like this rewritten chapter that replaced the first chapter of this story. It was written with the help of Emmanuel Park's so please give that author some respect after reading this story. Please read and review.
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It was dark, but it wasn't quiet. The ominous mist enveloped the young boy, helplessly floating on the abyss and faint muffles felt like they were whispering it all against his ear. He scanned his right arm and tried to lift it, but the slightest twitch from the tips of his fingers never came. With shaky breaths, his frantic eyes searched for an exit from this nightmare and attempted to follow where the voices came. What did he do to deserve such a horrendous nightmare?
"A gift, indeed," a voice mused to itself, hanging into the air. "I suppose you would do for the meantime."
Directing his attention in front of him, but there was nothing. The boy's lips quivered, his voice hitched in his throat. "Who—who are you?"
Its laughter echoed through the suspended air, sending chills down the human's spine. "I could be anyone and you can name whatever you wish, but I am no savior." Seeing the confusion still etched in the boy's face, it continued, "You summoned me, and it is my job to answer your bidding. If you accept, you may no longer enter the gates of Heaven, however, I will grant any wish you desire."
It was a powerful word for the humans; it thrives their motivation and receives what they seek, mostly termed for earthly desires. "Any . . . desire?"
"Do you seek power, to rule over who mocked your existence and command them under the palm of your finger?"
A pause, then he shook his head. "No."
"Do you seek fame, to have their heads turned to you and only you?"
He held his breath. "No."
"Then, is it revenge and bring justice to your own hands to those who wronged you?"
"I . . . " He didn't know. He doesn't know. He would never know. "I don't know."
"What is your purpose for summoning me?" It wasn't yelling, but the words it spoke had the same intensity. "I could hear your soul yearning for my power and my assistance."
His took the entity's words into heart and there he saw his life flash before his wide eyes, a thrilling emotion boiling in his chest. The boy gnashed his teeth and he could feel the wind howl above him. His heart ceased to pound and he began to relax, staring at the darkness with a resolve that flickered within those frail eyes.
He has made a decision . . .
"It is you whom I seek. Come to me and I seek your hand. Come to me!"
. . . and the demon couldn't help but grin widely, the corners of its lips reaching to its ears.