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First Soul : Dämon
"The skies weep for the lost lives. Traveling was impossible, even in the walking from home to home. The marketplace was a field of battle. Be careful of who you choose to be your friend, for they are more likely to stab you in the back."
Valene, scholar
Clouds. The sky was always filled with them, no matter what season. It was impossible to decipher what weather will fall, for sometimes the weather would just clear and the sun would reveal the carnage of last eve.
"They are at it again. What stupid creatures. Hey Sake, when are we going to 'eat'?" The creature on my shoulder fluttered its wings in the gesture of impatience.
I held a hand to its beak, a gesture for it to quiet. I then turned my eyes towards the occurring battle. Snake and bird attacked one another with savageness that was inhuman. Then again, what do I know about humanity?
"Let them be. Maybe fighting will show them how futile it is," I replied quietly. Then I turned away.
"Why leave, Saké? When there are so many delicious morsels out there for the taking?" the creature asked.
I snarled, my fangs enlarging to their half extents, which was as long as a forefinger. "Don't patronize me," I told it. "I have been generous far enough, but my patience is near its end. It doesn't matter how long I've been without eating. What does is that we get out of here before they notice. No need for them to realize that there are other monsters besides that traitorous princess of theirs." I began to walk in the other direction once more.
Once again fluttering its wings, the creature laughed.
Dämon
My name is Saké. I am an immortal being called a vampyre. One of the few beings left from the Croatan Clan. Unlike other vampyres, those of such clan lived and fed on both the blood and soul of our victims.
Because of our eating habits, we often go for long periods of time without eating, sometimes for even decades. However, because of those habits, we are persecuted, and finally driven out of the World into this one.
This cruel world that fed us fully of misery and despair, mere snacks for vampyres.
We may be refugees, yet we aren't helpless. Let the others believe that. Actually, we like it here, better than being with humans. And both serpiente and avian souls are delicious.
Dämon
My mouth hurts, and my throat is dry. Thirst mixed with hunger ravaged my body, convulsing it to painful waves. It gnawed at my conscience, demanding that I feed soon. I could already feel my fangs lengthening in anticipation of the hunt.
The creature cackled at my predicament. "Told you so. If you had heeded my advice, then you wouldn't be in this pain," he sneered.
"Shut up," I hissed and held my forehead. Even though it had an endless supply of snacks, this world lacked the magic that kept my own in balance. A screeching headache ailed me and I staggered as I walked.
Blood. I needed to feed. Now.
I trudged through brush and bush, silent in my movements. Somewhere ahead, I could hear rushing water of a stream. I went in that direction but again, my creature stopped me.
"Food can be caught that way." It fluttered in the opposite direction, away from the stream.
By now, I am in a daze and fangs had fully extended. The lower canines grew an inch while the two upper ones became two glistening feet of ivory that grew out of my gums and protruded through my lips, ending nearly at my chin.
It's said that vampyres from the Croatan clan grew longer fangs than the average vampyre. We needed them to drain the soul from the blood, I suppose.
I could feel my eyes burning as they began to close. I followed my wretched creature, knowing that I shouldn't, but I couldn't refuse. Couldn't stop the beast in me from rising and taking over.
He led me to a recent battle field, one that hadn't finished an hour ago. The bodies were strewed about, some in pieces, some still in whole. But one in particular called to me, her soul sounded so delicious it made my mouth water.
I reached her, and recognized her as an emerald boa. A delicious morsel. I licked my lips and snarled. She was still conscience, for she gave a yelp of what could only be known as fear. I lifted her, gently in my arms, and raised her neck to my mouth. Slicing my canines inside to the hilt, I drank greedily from her blood, taking her essence within my body.
Memories rushed past my eyes, a life that was quickly fading with each pint I drank. Finally, her heart beat began to slow. Bit by bit, until it faded and her hand fell to her side, her body going limp. I dropped her and sighed in relief as at last the fierce thirst and hunger faded.
A movement to the side drew my attention. I turned and saw a king cobra, red eyes widened in horror at my deed.
"Rosalind!"
A/N: This chapter is just a piece of what's going to happen. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.