Hello! I made a previous story of the same name , but there were major plot holes forming and i didn't like how it was going. So, I started over and I like how it's going more than the first. Anywho, for anyone who read the first version, I hope you like this one better! I sure do. Rated M for language and gore. MAJOR gore and violence in this one. You have been warned. If you choose to continue to read, please enjoy!
Chapter 1: Discord
I stand, staring at the cloudy, gray sky. Rain is softly falling through the pine trees, the drumming drowning out all other sound. I close my eyes, allowing the cool, wet drops to comfort me. How did I get here? How could I let things escalate out of control?
You know exactly how we got here the voice in my head taunts. We had to get revenge on that whore an- "Shut up!" I yell, violently pushing the palm of my hand against my eye. "Just shut the hell up. I never asked to be cursed with this insanity." It stays silent. I sink to the ground, grabbing my head with both hands. But I did ask to become the creature I am today. Four years ago, I was too scared to die. I came across the son of Satan and asked for help. I let out a sigh and slowly lay on my back. As the rain starts falling harder, I stare blankly at the sky, thinking of how my life drastically changed.
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I should have seen this coming. I'm running through the woods, gasping for breath and clutching a stab wound on my left side, inflicted by my own father. He always hated me. I should have known this was a ploy, but my mother…. tears stream down my face thinking of her. I thought she had started loving me again.
I soon come across a very large tree with bright pink leaves. It looks like something out of a fantasy. I slow to a walk as I approach the tree. I lean on its smooth white trunk to catch my breath. I look at my blood soaked hand and slowly take my hand off the wound. Blood immediately seeps out. "Fuck," I whimper, a sharp pain is starting to radiate from the spot. I firmly press my right hand to the wound to slow the bleeding. The pain intensifies and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I use my arm to hold myself up with the tree's vast trunk and slowly start moving. I go around the tree, leaving a crimson streak on the tree. After what feels like an eternity, I reach the back of the tree. Searing pain shoots up my side. I give a soft cry and sink to the ground; waiting for the pain to pass. I tightly close my eyes wishing this was a nightmare. I open my eyes and see what feels like my salvation.
There's a small hole in the trunk I think I will fit through. I gingerly lie on my belly and wiggle through. As quickly as I can, I move off to the side of the entrance. I take off my t-shirt, glad I wore a tank top underneath it today. I rip the shirt into strips and bind the knife wound as best as I can.
Once I finish I slump against the wall and look at my surrounding. It looks like most of the inside of the tree is hollowed out. It looks like it's about six feet across and eight feet high. The inside is quite clean and there is no sign of any animals living here. This tree is pretty amazing. If I wasn't hurt and bleeding out, I would have loved to get a better look around.
"Adrian!" My blood runs cold at my father's deep voice calling my name, not far off. "Addy, where did you go?" my mom calls out singing; like she used to when we played hide-and-seek when I was little. I tremble in fear. I clasp my shaking hands together, bow my head, ignore the fear trying to overwhelm me, and start praying. "Please God, don't let them find me." I frantically whisper, repeating my request over and over.
"God won't help you," a deep, smooth voice says lazily. "Who's there?" I shriek in surprise and fear. The voice chuckles as a boy around my age seems to materialize out of thin air. He has shaggy black hair and bright red eyes. He has a round face with delicate features and has a thin build. It looks like he's wearing all black and an upside down cross around his neck.
"I am Damien, son of Satan. And you, little bird, are trespassing in my sanctuary." He looks pretty angry. "I-I'm sorry," I turn my head, whispering. Fresh tears spill over my eyes, scared this crazy stranger is going to kill me. "Don't cry, little bird," he says soothingly. Gentle fingers grab my chin and turn my head to face him. He's crouched in front of me, his face extremely close to mine. He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by screams of pure terror.
The male's screams are cut short. "Adrian, NO!" The female's screams are cut off. A wave of relief washes over me. "That's one problem solved, little bird, but what are you going to do about that?" Damien nods toward my wound. I look down and feel like I might be sick. Blood has soaked through the remnants of my shirt and is starting to pool onto the ground.
"Please help me," I murmur, clutching to his chest, "I don't want to die." "I will save you," he whispers in my ear, holding my slumping body, "but you must do something for me." "Anything," I breathe, my vision starting to go black. "I don't care what it is, just save me." I feel him nod against me. "Very well." He tilts my head back. I feel his soft lips on mine before everything goes dark.
All I can feel is pain. Red hot, searing pain. The pain is everywhere, as if my DNA itself was on fire. There's nothing but darkness. I can't see anything. The only thing I hear is a girl's frantic whispers. She speaks of death and chaos. I don't know how long I've been here, but it feels like it's been an eternity. I think I'm going to go insane.
"What do you wish to gift your children?" a demented two-toned voice booms out, deafening me. "Sanity!" I cry out without thinking. The pain and whispering stops. Is this what it feels like to die? Nothing but darkness? I close my eyes and let myself fade away.
I wake up, sitting bolt upright and breathing heavily. I grab my throat. It feels like someone jammed a hot poker down it. "Good you're awake." I look up to see Damien, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, looking bored. I look around and see we are in a large cavern of some sort made of rust red and black rock. There are orbs of fire floating around the room, lighting up the place. I try to ask where we are, but no sound leaves my throat.
Damien holds up his hand, "Don't try to talk, just listen." I nod. He stands up, walking around the cavern as he talks. "I saved you, as promised. You said you would do anything to live, but you would have died before we could strike a proper bargain." At this he stops and looks at me. "Do you know where we are?" I shake my head. "We are in hell." I look at him incredulously. "You don't believe me." He resumes his pacing. "You will."
With those two words onyx fire springs up around me. I jump up in surprise and stare at Damien in horror as his handsome face elongates into sharp features. I can hear laughing in my mind. Ram's horns grow from his head and black leathery wings sprout from his back. I wave my hands frantically, trying to yell, "Stop I believe you!"
The flames immediately die down and Damien looks human again. He gives me an icy glare. I sink to my knees, prepared to do whatever he asks of me. "Listen," he says crossly. "I turned you into my version of a vampire. Father has made a few different breeds and they have all been horrid. I made you to be a new breed, better than all the others before you. You will do my bidding and obey without question for three years. Is this an agreeable trade for saving your life?" I nod. "Then come, little bird," he says walking up to me and kneeling in front of me. "Drink."
He holds his wrist by my mouth. I obey and sink razor sharp fangs into his pale skin, drinking his blood. The more I drink the stronger I feel. "Stop." I groan, wanting more. Keep drinking, the voice in my mind urges. I ignore it and force myself to stop. "Lick," he orders, indicating the two bleeding punctures on his wrist. I gently run my tongue over the two spots and lap up any extra blood. The two wounds have healed. Damien inspects his wrist, smirking. "Good," he murmurs, ruffling my hair a bit. "Now, little bird, let's see what you can really do."
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We were loyal for four years my ever present insanity whispers. We obeyed without hesitation. We gave him our heart. "I know," I growl, pacing in my small dark room. I pause and sit on the edge of my bed. "I know," I sigh cradling my head in my arms. Then let us get revenge it gleefully says. We know just what to do. "No," I firmly say, standing back up. "It's because of you Damien cheated on me. I let you have too much control and we were becoming a loose cannon." No fair it whispers, hurt. We loved him to.
There's a knock on my door. "Oh Adrian," a falsely cheery high pitched voice calls. Fuck. It's Seraphim, the half demon Damien cheated on me with. "Go away," I growl trying to rein in my anger. "Come on "little bird"," she says mockingly, "I just want to tell you something." "What," I demand, cracking open the door. For a moment, fear is etched on her soft heart shaped face, her gray eyes wide. A defiant smirk graces her pretty face. Her red, leather wings are wrapped around her as if trying to protect herself from me. "Still scared of me are we?" I ask a smirking forming on my own face. Her face widens to a grin.
"Actually, no. Damien told me not to tell you, but I think the future queen of hell should know…" My blood boils at the mention of Damien and his intention to have me rule hell by his side someday. "Spit it the fuck out," I snap barely holding back my rage. "I'm pregnant. And Damien is the father."
I freeze, shocked from the blonde's proclamation. "You're lying." I'm trembling from pure rage. She shakes her head, smiling sweetly, "No, I'm not, see?" She lifts her wings to reveal a prominent baby bump. In human terms she looks to be around seven months; for her it could only have been three months at most. I stare down at the smaller woman, dead eyed.
Fear once more distorts her face. She turns her back on me. I can no longer control the rage coursing through me. My vision blurs and blackens around the edges. Let go it whispers we will take care of this. I nod, defeated. My vision goes completely black as I let it take over.
We smile wide, relishing the complete control. We grab her wings, throw her behind us, and close the door. She cries out in fear, "You wouldn't dare hurt Damien's child!" "Vi obice," we say the words to magically seal the door. "Try us." We lunge at her but we are knocked away by her wings. Pissed, we use our telekinetic powers to hit her hard in the face with a large book, knocking her on her knees.
We shove our knee hard into her back and grab her wings, one in each hand. We push with our knee and pull with our hands. She starts screaming in pain. "Stop!" We keep pulling, ignoring her screams and listening to the sound of her bones breaking and flesh tearing. Her wings give with a satisfying rip. Blood splatters everywhere. She falls to the ground, whimpering and crying. We kick her hard in the chest, forcing her onto her back.
We straddle her waist, bringing a knife to us from the desk. We point it at her belly. "Please don't," she begs, blood running down the corners of her mouth." "We will have vengeance," we snarl, dropping the knife before plunging our hand into her belly. She screams, begging us to stop. We ignore her and plunge our other hand in, ripping her wide open.
She coughs, crimson spurting from between her full lips. We feel around until we grab what feels like a leg. We yank and stand in one fluid motion. "P-pl-please," the mangled woman wheezes, reaching towards the baby dangling upside down in our hand, "spare my s-on." We smile, deranged. "Your child is de-." It's crying. Eyes wide, we lift the it eye level. Not only is it crying, we can feel its pulse….it has a strong heart.
Our face contorts in rage. We glare at it, willing it to stop crying. It stops wailing and opens its eyes, staring at us. Our blood runs cold. Its eyes are red, just like his. Our body goes numb, our senses muffled. We can barely hear the whore begging for this thing's life.
"Why?" we whimper. "We loved him. We loved him and YOU TOOK HIM FROM US!" We scream at her, tears streaming down our face. We swing it up as high as we can. "Please don't!" the whore manages to scream. Our eyes meet, deep ocean blue to stormy gray. We swing down as hard as we can. It hits the ground with a sickening splat, blood flying everywhere.
I come back to myself, horrified at the brutality I've inflicted. It's like waking up from a dream, but my body acted out the dream without my consent. The child hit the ground with such force that all that's left is an angry red smear. Seraphim is staring dead eyed at the ceiling. I drop to my knees and weep for the innocent child I killed and I selfishly weep for my broken heart.
"Please." I gasp softly, surprised Seraphim is still alive. "Please kill me." Seraphim is crying freely. "I know I did you wrong, but please kill me. I don't want to live without my baby." In this moment, I realize her body has been rapidly healing itself. "I'm so sorry," I murmur, reaching over to snap her neck.
There's a huge crash against the door. I freeze, hands hovering over her. "Adrian!" A stab of fear runs through me at the sound of Damien's booming voice. "Open the door." I go to run, but I'm pulled back by Seraphim, her eyes pleading.
I quickly shove my hand in her chest, ripping her heart out. Her hand drops my wrist and falls to the floor. The light from her eyes is gone and her whole body has gone limp. There's another crash against the door. I turn to flee through my escape tunnel, but my vision turns hazy and everything sounds muffled. As if I'm under water. I hear a faint Hey, you… The rest of the sentence sounds garbled. Hey, wake up!
My eyes snap open and I'm once more in the forest, staring at the sky. The rain has stopped and the sun is peeking through the clouds. I slowly stand and brush myself off. "How long was I out?" We don't know but we need to get moving. We just saw the old us run by. "What?!" I quickly climb a tree and look around. Through the trees, I can see myself resting against the pink leafed tree with white bark. It's very strange to be watching myself.
It looks like he told us the truth. The insanity sounds amazed. "Of course God didn't lie to me," I murmur, watching the other me struggle around the tree. We just didn't think anyone had the power to send us back in time. It sounds as if it is shrugging. I can no longer see myself at the tree. I crouch down, still as a statue, trying to decide what to do. You aren't going to stop us from making the deal, are you? The insanity sounds slightly scared. "No," I whisper, sighing. "I was weak as a human and I'm weak without you. For now, I think we should lay low and try to live like a normal human."
"Adrian!" Surprised, I look down and see my father and mother below me. "Addy, where did you go?" My parents slowly move on, as if on a leisurely walk, not hunting their own daughter. I stare at the back of my father's head with hatred, hating that I inherited his raven black hair. We should follow them. "Why?" I snap, not wanting to look at them more than I have to. Just a feeling we have. I nod, displeased. I jump from the tree and land with a soft thud. I move quickly and silently from the tree, stalking my parents. They aren't far from the pink leafed tree, but they have stopped.
"Where do you think she went?" my mother whispers. Father shrugs, "Maybe she's bled to death by now." Mother smiles up at him adoringly and nods grabbing his waist. He smirks, running his hand through her long, dark auburn hair. "I'm glad you picked me over her." Fresh fury blossoms in my heart and I allow myself to be lost once more.
We have control again, willingly given this time. We know what to do. We search or pant pockets and find a small pocket knife given to us by one of our children. Gleefully, we flip open the knife and stab our self in the left side. We moan slightly and noisily jog in the opposite direction of the white trunked tree. We go one hundred yards and stab our arm, twisting the knife around to sever the arteries. I moan in ecstasy from the pain. Blood pours from our arm, pooling on the ground. We flop onto the ground in our blood and put the knife away. We suck on the wound until it's completely healed. We don't want to lose too much blood. The stab in our side has already healed, leaving behind a blood stain. We summon tears and whimper, feigning near death.
We hear them coming, sheep falling into the lion's trap. We can't help but smile through the false tears, excited for the easy meal. We see them emerging from the trees. We force a grimace on our face, ready to begin.