Demon fall

鬼

の

落

下

Prologue

The moon was shining brightly in the night sky. Its beams struck the earth with a gentle touch, reaching its fingers across the land as it lit up small aspects of the ground. There were no clouds in the sky, making the stars seem bright.A breeze had picked up, a cold and lonely breeze, twisting silently through the night air and picking up the secrets of the dark. The wind danced through Gokai's blood red hair, and he ran his fingers across his scalp, brushing back hair that the wind blew forward.

He mumbled something to himself, his whispers of irritations as the wind kept blowing his hair around. Gokai sighed and starred at the ground, studying the hard, rough texture of the soil that he sat on. He dropped his right hand into the dirt and dragged his fingers through the soil, collecting the particles within his nails. Gokai enjoyed the feeling of the Earth's heat resonating into his fingers. This made him smile, and as he smiled, his breathing slowed down, calming his chest as it fell in and out slowly, a smooth cadenced beat that matched his heart. Gokai wrapped his arms around himself drawing in the Earth's comfort.

He was hiding from Him. No more Gokai handle his orders. So often, Gokai would hide from Him and try to be at peace with the world.

"Come back to me," the voice, harsh and sour whispered within his head. He couldn't escape Him, his master…his other half.

"I wasn't hiding…" Gokai stuttered, his voice dropping into a murmur of fear.

Chapter One- Rude Awakening

The Treason's Brothel was unusually crowded; an evil presence lingered throughout the moldy wood of the old tavern. It placed a heavy weight upon it that seemed to attract more and more people. The presence flew through the open air like perfume, catching those who stood in its path.

Gokai felt this feeling as he approached the brothel at a fast pace. It was Him who had been here, leaving a scar on the bar. Gokai's leg muscles tightened up every time he pushed off the ground as he began to walk faster. His feet left no footprints in the dirt, but the dust glided softly around his legs, and then settled back down. As Gokai approached the brothel's door, he slowed down and took two steps up the wooden stairs. The wood creaked as his weight penetrated the surface and it fought from snapping in half. Gokai stopped at the front door, a light above him hung low and illuminated a little portion of the dark that cradle the world.

The light almost polished his perfect features. His black muscle shirt captured the light's heat and held it close, wrapping Gokai like a small blanket; black pants were to match with white straps around the thighs. He pulled of the coat, hung over his shoulder put it on. The coat was long but light, gently touching the wooden deck. The sleeves were cut off and on the back it held the Japanese character "Demon".

Gokai reached for the door knob, or what was left of it. It was cold to his touch and vibrations flew through the metal. Gokai snatched his hand away and backed up. As soon as he was out of the way, the door roughly flew open. Two men fell through the entry way and landed on the ground with a hard thud. The dust around them lifted up and created a barrier around them. They struggled to get up, then walked off into the night, laughing. Gokai shook his head in disgust and yet chuckled.

Inside, the music blasted through the ceiling, vibrations were intense, making Gokai's gut bounce inside. Tinted blue lights streaked the air around, giving the place an eerie look and people clustered together around tables that were placed about the room. Their laughter and conversations were loud and happy. The smell of puke, alcohol and sweat bounced along with the music, but nobody really seems to notice the smell except Gokai.

With a sniffle of his nose, Gokai ignored the smells and the sounds, acting like it didn't faze him a bit. He made his way across the room, his boots heavy on the floor and each step seeming to take longer than the last and only seeming to get louder.

"So, what will it be?" the bar tender slid down in front of Gokai, who took a seat at the bar table. Before Gokai was about to speak a sharp pain ripped through his throat. He clutched at it and gasped for air as the invisible claws drove through his neck. The pain was intense. Gokai lost his balance on the seat and he fell back, landing hard on the floor. People around him looked at him and moved away. His eyes dilated and turned red and what seemed like an eternity was only a split second and the pain stopped.

The air was sweet to his taste, and he gulped it greedily as the pain released. It was Him again, the only person that could do something like that. Gokai knew that his master was trying to get his attention. He had regretfully sidetracked and paid for the punishment. Gokai panted and rubbed his eyes. He needed to get back to the job he was assigned to. The crowd had ignored him and began to swarm the area again. He blinked hard, feeling the blood rush to his head, knowing that he better get up or get stepped on.

As Gokai slowly made his way back in to his seat, he looked to his left and watched the beautiful women dance around the metal bars that stuck out from the stages. They wore only little red thongs and long black high heels. Their large breasts bounced and danced along with the heat of the music. Gokai watched intently, feeling a firm lump form in his tight pants.

"I know I'm getting sidetracked, but I just can't resist," Gokai whispered and leaned back in his chair.

Ω

Erra yawned as she rubbed her eyes. She knew it was going to be a late night, but that was fine. She did not particularly like it here, but it paid for her new life. She never knew where she was from or who she really was. One day, she had just woken up in the middle of Traverse City, and this was something she lived with for a couple years, while trying to make it on her own.

Erral's reflection was perfect, as usual. She looked at herself and frowned. Her hair was a deep, chocolate color that flowed lovingly down her back. She combed her fingers through her hair and sighed. Erral's green eyes burned through the mirror as she fell into a trance.

"Erra, you are on next!" The words rushed into Erra and shook her.

"I'll be right there!" she replied, and turned from the mirror and made her way to the door. She gently let her coat fall to the floor, exposing her flawless body, and exited the room without a sound.

Gokai peered over at the empty stage. The music had stopped and a spotlight shot on. He waited with anticipation, as the curtain slowly drew back. Erra was standing there, eyes closed and hands in the air. The audience went silent. Erotic Indian music began to play, and Erra started to dance. Her movements were unusual to that of a normal human being, gliding across the stage, every move was graceful. Gokai starred, a bead of sweat trickled down his face. "That's her," he whispered.

Gokai stood up and began to make his way to the stage. He was nervous, but the job had to be done. As he made his way blindly to Erra, he hit a brick wall at least that is what it felt like.

"Please sir, I didn't mean to run into you…," Gokai whined and closed his eyes. The man smelled of hard liquor just growled not comprehending his words. He leaned his head back and smashed it with Gokai's. Gokai yelled and fell back. A pounding headache was born with in him, and he dropped to the ground. Gokai curled up into a ball and groaned. Everything was fuzzy. A hand fell down upon his shoulder like a bullet. The man's cold and hairy hands squeezed Gokai's shoulder hard. He dragged him back up and hit him in the face again; the bones in his skull had felt like they cracked. There was another blow to his gut and then the man stopped. He looked dazed and confused. Gokai moaned on the ground. The man looked at Gokai then just walked away. Gokai slowly picked himself up and began to make his way toward the bathroom. His strides were uneven and he slammed into a couple more people.

Gokai collapsed on the cold sink, coughing and feeling the strain in his throat and the warm, sticky blood running out. His blood was glowing green, verifying that he was not human. Gokai glanced up at the mirror and starred longingly at his reflection. There was something he wanted more, something he longed and wished for. Gokai wanted to be human. He did not want to be in the middle of a war. But mostly, Gokai wanted to be free. He was a prisoner, just an image of someone else, a half of a soul that was pulled out and made into a life form.

Gokai sighed. His breath was long and deep, condensation forming on the mirror. The doors of the bathroom swung open and a man casually walked in. He peered over at Gokai and stopped at the sink next to him, turning the faucet on. Gokai's heart began to pound within his head. The water poured down like a waterfall, and each drop made his brain freeze up, taking tErrar in a whole new direction. Water was his weakness, one touch of it and it would burn his flesh off.

Gokai yelled and hurled himself at the opposite wall, shattering the tile. His breathing grew more rapid, and he thought he was going to pass out. The man starred in horror.

"You…you..." the man stuttered, "You're a demon!" And within a quick moment, he ran out of the bathroom yelling and throwing a fit. Gokai shook his head as he listened to the man screaming all throughout the brothel. He hurried himself out of the bathroom.

Once out of the bathroom, the music had stopped. Actually, everything normal had stopped. The brothel had become mass chaos. People ran around the room, scrambling to get out, fear drawn on their face. Erra ran off the stage and grabbed her coat to cover her nude body. This was a good time to get the hell out.

Gokai managed to get to the stage, crawling through panicked people. He bit his tongue hard as he tripped over a chair. He saw Erra trying to make her way to the back door. She looked behind her shoulder checking to see if anyone was following. When she turned to look forward, Gokai was standing right there. They looked at each other, and Erral's eyes widened, feeling his hands suddenly wrap around her arm. She instantly screamed and pulled away.

"Let me go!" Erra pleaded, struggling against Gokai's grasp. His grip was tight against her delicate, smooth skin. Gokai knew he was holding her too tightly, he could not help it. There was something about her touch that sent electrical impulses through her body. Gokai sprinted toward the cellar door instead of the exit, dragging Erra behind him.

"Please, someone help me!" Erra tried to scream to the people around her, whom ignored her and kept on running past them. Gokai got to the door and pulled it open, hinges squealing as it was being forced open. They began to descend the stairs.

The cellar was pitching black. The darkness caressed Gokai and Erra without warning, pulling them into its abyss. Gokai bound Erral's hands with rope and told her to sit down. Erra hesitated at first, and then slowly she sat down. There was no way she could win this fight, especially in the dark. The floor was cold and sticky. A pipe was lightly leaking somewhere in the room, and the heavy drip of water collided on the ground like a bomb, the noise bouncing off the walls and into their ears. Erra was scared. She took a deep breath in, trying to slow her racing heart.

"Who are you?" she whispered and shifted her weight.

"Gokai Verlorene," Gokai replied. There was a pause.

"Why are you doing this?" Err asked, moving her bound hands. The rope was too tight, and it rubbed on her skin like scales. She thought for a moment.

"I think I know who you are. The girls in the brothel used to tell stories about a man or I should say 'Demon' by the last name Verlorene."

Gokai did not reply at first, only starred into the dark, lost in thought.

"They were right about the Demon part, but it is not me, sort of," Gokai replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that this Demon they spoke of, his name is Diem. I'm just his split soul, I guess," Gokai sighed. Erra was a little confused by his answer.

"I thought surgery like that didn't exist. We humans believe that kind of practicing is extinct," Erra said. Gokai chuckled,

"Well little girl, apparently you have not learned your history well in this whore house. Demons are an old breed that still follow old traditions and always will. Plus, you aren't even human, so stop pretending you are."

Erra was puzzled. What could he be talking about, not human?

"I don't know what you are talking about," she hissed a little. Gokai rubbed his temples. This was not something he wanted to get into. His goal was to get his girl and wait for his master to come.

"Alright, a quick history lesson for you. A thousand years ago there was a war between the Gods and the Demons. They fought over the humans who live on Earth. The Demons wanted to kill the humans and steal their land, but the Gods wanted to preserved human life. The Demons had lost the war, but stole the princess of the Gods, whom somehow escaped and is lost to world now."

Erra closed her eyes and thought about what Gokai had said, "But, how does have anything to do with me?"

"My master thinks that you are the princess…"

They sat there for awhile, not saying a word. Erra was completely horrified, and was not sure what to say. How could she be a princess? It would explain her empty memories of her past. She wanted to know more, more about herself and more about this Demon.

"Why do you look human?" Erra asked.

"I'm in my human form."

"You don't have to do this…"Erra began to plead again, she suddenly thought about being killed, and panic began to set in. A small tear drop fell down her cheek. Gokai tried to ignore her. Her soft pleading was making him feel bad. He stood up.

"Get up," he said. Erra rolled onto her knees and got to her feet, staggering.

"I can't see," she cried. "Let's go." Gokai grabbed her hands and pulled her forward.

"You owe me one Erra," Gokai sighed, and together they ran out of the brothel.