A/N: Sorry I haven't been posting stories in a while (..) This is my fic actally based of JtHM, so it has so me refrence. I posted chapters 1-3 here since they're veeery small.

Chapter One: Beginning of a Nightmare

There was once a girl who was litterlly temented by demons, gouls, and any other spirit you could can think of. She never told anybody, and did...certian things in her room. The demons power was so strong, that she was almost controlled. It was hard to believe she was only 7. She had a brother, whom intrued during her 'cerimonies'. They call him Cri, becasue his spirit lingers the old ruins of the girl's shed, crying for his sister. She eventally did break the curse, but with a terrible price. However, we must start from the beginning, for when she was born.

Her parents named her Niksar, a popular name during that time. She had no unsual medical problems, came out just on time, and left the hospital right on shedule. But, when she was 3, and was laying in her crib. She was often moody, quite, and disliked anything bright and happy. It wasn't her bedtime, but her room was in shadows and she was laying by her stuffed bunny (Which was black as the shadows and was missing an eye). She wasn't doing anything, just staring and looking around. But she noticed a few things...The blackness was moving. She was startled for once, as Niksar was always used to still things. The shadows turned into a scrawny-tree like creature, it's eyes and grin visible and white. It was long fingers, and pointed at Niksar. She just watched it, curious and intrested. "Little giiirl," It said in a raspy, evil voice. It could make someone shiver, but Niksar didn't care. "I am lost...I can't find my way back home. You don't need to know where or what my home is, but will you take care of me?" It grinned.

Niksar just stared at it. She understood, somehow, and nodded. "Sleep under my bed," She said, "And I'll bring you food." It is strange, and people still argue about it this day, but Niksar just suddenly learned how to talk when she met the shadow. It grinned wider and slithered under her black and white cradle, while Nik just looked under for a few seconds, then fell asleep with her 'Dead' bunny.

Days went by, and Niksar kept her promise. She brought it leftover food and it just always smiled at her. Not niceley, more like evilly. And everytime he would, Niksar would talk more, but usually dark and horrid things. She was always locked up in her room, looking at the shadow. She never talked to it, and it never talked to her. But Niksar's curiosity was too much for her. While bringing the shadow it's daily meal of table scraps, she put the platter down and said, "It has been a year, shadow. Have you still not found your home?"

"No," The shadow hissed, not noticing the food. "This is my home. You have gladly provided me hospitality. I stayed with you so long, because I need your help. You need to posses spirits, it's a...tradition. You are the next generation in demon handeling. However, you are too young. I will stay until you are six of years, and come back to teach you."

"Yes, shadow," Niksar muttered. She was about to climb in her crib, but the shadow poked her with it's long, thin fingers. "One more request," He uttered, "Your name is Nik."

Chapter 2: The First Bloodshed

Three years passed. 'Nik' was almost seven. She had not forgotten the shadow's promise. Her parents had moved her crib and thrown it away. Nik was very close to threating them, but decided not to. She growled and checked under her new bed. "Shadow?" She called, "I am almost seven of age. You promised you would teach me the demon ways." No answer. Nik sighed and muttered, climbing on her bed and stroking her dead bunny's ears.

That night, while she was almost drifting into sleep, the shadow slithered from under the floor. "Niiiiiik," He hissed. "It is tiiime. Wake up."

Nik bolted up. "Yes," She said, getting out of her bed while holding her dead bunny. The shadow nodded. "First," He said, "You must learn 'homicidial.' Do you know what that is, Nik?"

Nik shook her head.

"It means 'killer'," The shadow explained. "That will be you. You will sacrifice for the demons, and whenever you want to die, you will take your anger on other people. Kill those who make you mad. They deserve it for upsetting the Demon Server, an occupation passed down by generation to generation."

Nik calculated all of this. "Yes," She said, as if in a daze. "So I must be homicidal and serve demons, then kill those who make me mad. Alright." The shadow chuckled, "You need proper equipment." He put his hand behind his back and brought out a sharp, bright kitchen butcher knife. "Your first job," He muttered, "Is to murder the ones who tried to dispose of my home."

Nik took the knife. "Do I just stab?" She asked. The shadow nodded, "For now. Bring some of the blood to me, for you are too small to carry a full grown body."

Nik entered her parent's room. It was at least 10:00, and her dad was reading a book. He looked at Nik and the knife. "Niksar!" He exclaimed. "Where did you find that thing! It's dangereous!" He got out of bed and reached to take the sharp object out of his daughter's hand, but she reacted by almost cutting his hand off. Her father yelled in horror and she continued with the kill. When her task was done, she took her mom's jewelry box and dumped out the diamonds and pearls, then put some of the blood in the small box. Right when she was about to close the lid, her mom came out from the bathroom, in her nightgown and screaming. "NIKSAR!" She yelled, "What happened! Did you do this! What is going on!" As her mother brawled, Nik growled and cut her mom's lower thigh, causing her to fall down. "My name is Nik!" Nik growled, while she continued the mad stabhbing on both her parents.

She brought the heavy box back to her room, filled with her parent's blood. The shadow was right where it was, grinning in the same fashion she knew ever so well. "Excellent," He muttered, taking the box from Nik's blood-stained hands. "Tell me, Nik, what did you think of that...warm-up?"

Nik paused for a moment.

"It was...fun."

Chapter 3: Little Brother

Nik washed off her arms and legs, but the shadow told her not to clean her gown. She climbed in bed, clutching her dead bunny to her side, and smiled as the shadow patted her on the head. "You did very well for your first time," He hissed. "Many I have seen could not take it as well as you did." Nik nodded and yawned, falling asleep and dreaming of what she had just done...A six year old murdering her parents with just a knife, the temptation of a shadow, and a black bunny plushie with one eye.

The next morning, she woke up and yawned. Last night had been a good one; her first bloodshed and a chance to talk to the Shadow. Somehow, she could stand all of this, and didn't feel crushed or bad about it. Right when she was getting out a bed, her brother intruded in the room. "Niksar," He said, "Where's mom and dad? Did they go to work?" Nik must've thought that Shadow did away with the bodies, so she said, "No," She said. "They are dead."

Her brother froze. "What!" He bawled. "What happened! Why are they dead?" Nik glanced down below her bed, looking for guidence from the shadow. She saw his red eye, usually white, and winked while grinning. Nik took out her knife which had many bloody spots on it. "I killed them." Before her brother could do anything else, Nik threw the knife at her brother, hitting his head as he fell on the floor. She took it out of his head, going into the bathroom to wash it off.

The shadow appeared out from under her bed. "Now," He cackled, "You must learn sacrifcing..."