Demonic Tsukune
I never understood myself why he possessed me. I was just like every other kid until it happened. That day, when I was 12 years old, I was possessed by a demon. He came, coming with a contract that had been signed by my real father. I had never known before that the father I knew wasn't my real father. My real father was quite different from him, he was a desperate man. Was that why he had signed a contract with a demon? Who knows, but the contract was quite something. In return for granting my father fortune and a sex slave, he in return had to grant his son as a vessel for the demon in the human world. He signed it, knowing that it ultimately wouldn't affect him in a negative way. Real demons are clever, they don't ask for your soul. They ask for something you have no problem letting go with because it doesn't exist yet. They ask to possess your children or to possess the wife you don't have yet. That must have been why he immediately ran from mom when she became pregnant. She was his former sex slave in the contract. Now, she had sort of recovered from everything. She had been freed from the contract when dad died. He died just a couple of days before the demon came for me. The contract stated he couldn't possess me until dad died. With that out of the way, the demon would get what he entered the contract for, me.
That's what I don't get, why he wanted me. I'm not special in any way really. He did all that just to get me? I guess he really wanted to wreak hell on Earth. What he didn't suspect was that I adapted to him eventually. Before he could fully possess me, I found a way to control his influence. Self injury destroyed a lot of his influence over me. I figured out the self injury part from an accident. How to kill the demon I learned from a girl in a dream much later. She said I would have to pay her later for her services. I learned from her that to kill the demon, I would have to either enter extreme cold or kill myself. The injuries did keep him at bay for now, but I can only cut myself so many times before people notice. I hid it from my parents by claiming I got into accidents constantly. Every time I cut myself, I felt him growing weaker. The problem of course was that every day he gained power to compensate. It doesn't help that every time he takes control, he heals all the cuts. This allows him to completely regain his power. So, I have to cut myself again to get his influence cut back down again. He currently has gotten a third of the way to possessing me. That means he can have control for about 8 hours.
So, how did my parents deal with all this? They were horrified by it to say the least. I knew they wouldn't believe me if I said I was possessed by a demon so didn't talk about it. Because of this, they thought I had severe schizophrenia or something. The demon talks to me constantly, and in the past I yelled back many times. I don't do it as much anymore but it obviously affected my parents enough to send me to a mental hospital. Before I went there, they had discovered the numerous cuts on me. That only further encouraged them to send me there. The demon quieted down when I went there. I appeared to be fine there, but I knew that it wouldn't last. They tried to treat me, but when nothing appeared to be wrong suddenly, they let me go. After I left, I cut myself to control him again. This time though, I made sure he would have to heal it. Ever since then, life has been the same cycle. Wake up, make a deep cut, let him heal it, after awhile sneak somewhere to make another massive cut, and then let him heal it again. The pain was worth it, exorcisms don't work on him so until I run into rather extreme cold, I'm stuck with him.
That's right; religion doesn't mean shit for me. God can't save me from this demon because he isn't a Christian demon. Besides, I doubt there is a god now. Too much has happened that he didn't do shit about for me to believe in him anymore. Anyway, I doubt I would survive the temperatures required to kill the demon. I would have to be in temperatures far below zero, probably killing me. I remember the girl gave me the cryptic hint of, "A blizzard might work if you could stand in it for an entire day but otherwise a human icicle of you would have to suffice." That isn't exactly comforting but I've learned that I should get used to the idea of dying to kill the demon. The reason why is that I know the damage he can do. He does more than just kill or hurt, although he does plenty of that. The main thing he does is get people to do things they would never do otherwise. He inspires lust and violence within people that would otherwise never do so. The real damage he does comes from his beauty and false hopes of love. He once pushed a girl to kill herself, and he has convinced many to kill. All of this would be much worse had it not been for my intervention. Too bad I can't undo the damage he already has done; my social skills are nonexistent compared to his. Imagine the most charismatic and handsome man and you would have the demon. Now imagine a very strange outcast and you have me. I don't have the social skills to stop someone like that, so I just have to live with the damage he does. Not that he just damages from his talk, he also has control of flame. He has burned countless people to death.
Because of all this, I must isolate myself and injure myself every day. I'm paying the price for my father's actions. I also don't exactly pay attention in class a lot or apply myself in school. I always barely made Cs at best in class. Struggling with a demon for three years of your life kind of does that to you. That was why the only school that accepted me was some place called, "Youkai Academy." I had failed the tests miserably, so I thought no place would accept me. Instead, a strange boarding school accepted me for whatever reason. Whatever the reason, I had to go. My parents told me that it would maybe help me in getting better. They knew I wasn't exactly doing so hot, although they didn't know I still cut myself. For that reason, I was going to have to adapt to it. I was opposed to it myself because I knew the demon would have new prey there. You see, he feeds off the violence, death and fire like I a maggot feeds off corpses. Only coldness seems to truly hurt him, I don't why either. Okay, sure he can control fire but that isn't his main ability. Maybe it's because cold is very peaceful in its own way. It has destroyed a lot itself but it is oddly peaceful even then. It isn't loud and it only happens if it is in excess. Perhaps that is something that he doesn't know how to deal with, therefore coldness easily kills him.
Anyway, the day has finally arrived for me to go to the school. I arrive at the bus stop, completely silent about my current fate. When I get there, I sense the demon becoming very excited inside of me. So, I decide to quickly stab myself in the chest. He immediately heals it, but it got him to be calmer. I reminded him that I wouldn't let him have complete free reign even when we got there. When the bus arrived, I boarded on it in complete silence. The bus driver sat there, smoking a big cigar. I didn't really notice, I had stopped caring about the outside world ever since I had become possessed. Once I boarded, he started driving to the school. On the way there, the demon and I had our usual banter in my head.
"Well, I see that you're your usual cold self. You don't care at all about my needs or the needs of others. Why can't you see that I'm here to stay and just get used to it?" The demon asked.
"You'll never be free of me. I will kill you one day, just wait my friend." I replied in my usual cold voice. I never could get much emotion over anything anymore. I had become so dulled to everything that I couldn't help it anymore. I no longer felt pain when I cut myself; I now registered it like I would register a light pat from someone. Pain no longer affects me anymore for that matter. I have become so used to enduring it that I no longer can feel anything. I have not only become immune to physical pain, I've become immune to emotional pain too. I haven't cried in years because I no longer have the emotions for it. The only thing that gives me any semblance of feeling anymore is the memories of that girl. She killed herself because she thought it would help me. She said that I was a fixation of lust for her, and the demon fed off of that. The reason was that it pained her to not be able to do the things she wanted to with me. This caused her mental agony and the demon fed off of it like a human fed at a feast. Karin was her name. It means flower bell and while I don't understand why her parents named her that, the name still sounded beautiful. I wish I could have ended my life before I met her. I wish I was stronger back then, but I was so weak without her. Now, I know what I must do. I must stand in a blizzard for an entire day. I must let it chill me to the core to finally kill the demon. Shortly after she committed suicide is when I had the dream. Maybe that is why the girl looked like her.
Anyway, we finally reached the school. There, I had left the bus. The bus driver said this could be a scary place. Yeah, well he didn't know what it was like to control a demon for years so I'm pretty sure that I would be fine here. Speaking of which, I now had to control this demon somehow. There were many new victims for him here, and I wasn't going to let him touch any of them. If that mean cutting my neck open, then so be it. He would heal it too quickly but that actually did hurt. I walked to the school which looked like something out of a bad horror movie. Like the ones that spend all their money on the setting and everything else suffers for it. While on the way there, I heard the sound of something. Before I could react, I was suddenly rammed behind by a bicycle. That pushed me into the ground.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? My anemia blurs my eyesight." said a girl with pink hair. Rather than responding to her, I just ran off as fast as I could. I couldn't let her get to know me. This was the perfect chance to break any chance of a relationship with her, saving her from the demon. I couldn't let him claim any more lives. He intentionally tried to sell himself to girls so that he could emotionally manipulate and feed off them. When I got to my homeroom, I was hoping I appeared to be very creepy to everyone there. I took my seat and just waited for the introductions to end. Only, I heard, "this is a school for monsters," which immediately got my attention.
After I heard that, I heard about the rules. Apparently, everyone had to stay in human form and not reveal their monster human form to anyone. This didn't particularly scare me; I doubted that anyone could possibly kill the demon. It did open up a whole new host of problems. Did they pick me because they knew I was possessed? Doubtful, it was probably just an accident. Just my luck, like with my dad. At least life had given me Karin briefly, beautiful Karin. I wonder what she would think of my current circumstances. She probably wouldn't care, she believed in all this stuff. I met her at the mental hospital and that was where I fell for her. She believed me when no one else would. I remember when I met her after a group discussion. The conversation went something like this.
"You're not like all the other boys. You seem to have some kind of secret that you keep. It probably is why you're here. Why don't you tell me? I promise to not tell anyone. Besides, they wouldn't believe me anyway. They think I have severe schizophrenia or something. So, will you tell me boy?" She asked me.
"No. You wouldn't believe me. No one can save me now. Just fuck off." I replied.
"Oh, why wouldn't I believe you? You clearly don't know me very well. I'm the craziest one here, everyone is scared of me. They think I'm going to suddenly kill them or something. They sent me here when I claimed that I had seen demons when I attacked a man. I knew what he really was, but society won't believe me. Oh well, I guess that's the fate of us all. So please, talk to me. I won't ever stop bothering you about it. Might as well reveal your secrets now." She said.
"Okay, I guess no one will believe me anyway, so here it is. I am possessed by a demon and must hurt myself to contain it. Is that enough for you?" I asked.
"I believe you. Sounds like your father signed you out to a demon. Wasn't anything like the church wants us to believe, was it? Lost your faith in god I guess. Not surprising, everyone who is really affected by the supernatural realizes that sooner or later. Most end up becoming monsters in disguise as the rich and beautiful. They feed off society and cause it to suffer while they are at it. You're one of the lucky few whom now how to repel the demon. It isn't through faith in god; it is through hurting yourself to hurt it. You've probably figured out suicide would kill it by now. I'll tell you that you probably won't get the chance to do that anytime soon here. Don't worry though; I'll make sure that you keep the demon at bay. You can do it with your fingernails if you practice." She replied.
After that, I immediately hung out with her more. We became fast friends, she knew so much about the demons. She was taken on a tour of the demon world with one of them. She said they aren't all evil, mine just happened to be. They were all reflections of extreme emotions which most people couldn't appreciate. Depression, rage, real love, and lust in its extremities were some examples. I asked her about what she meant by true love. She responded that real love was a kind of devotion that most lovers could only dream of. That was where the myth of ghosts came from, it was really demons coming back to try to comfort their lovers. The problem was that demons are so hard to understand because they are so twisted from their extreme emotions. These emotions gain power they didn't have in the human world, literally twisting their bodies along with their minds. The world they live in is ruled by emotions that most would think of as hell. They don't care though; they only care about trying to fulfill their emotions. In a sense, they are enslaved by them. But that would normally imply something bad, which in this case it isn't. It just is their existence, they can't help it.
Anyway, while I took a trip down memory lane, the pink haired girl from earlier suddenly came in to the class. She introduced herself as Moka and then took me out of class. "Why did you run from me earlier? Do you hate dealing with people or something? Please, tell me, why did you run from me?" asked Moka.
"I run from everyone. The reason why is none of your fucking business." I replied. At that, I just left, like I did last time. I ran from her like I ran from everyone else. I had to leave this school, it didn't matter what my parents wanted. A school of monsters was just as vulnerable as a school of humans. The only difference is what he would offer them would be different. Those people that he got to kill for him, they were all convinced by either him manipulating their emotions or exploiting their political opinions. The former he has done 12 times, the latter he has done three times. If the latter doesn't seem as bad, consider that each person killed at least 20 people before they were stopped. The former each killed one person, and all killed out of either love or hate. With love, he convinced girls to either kill their kill their fathers or brothers for him. With the latter emotions, hate, he convinced people to take their hate one step further. In both cases, he made me lose faith in emotion in general. It took Karin to restore my faith in my own emotions. It took her to convince me that love doesn't always hurt. Too bad that eventually she only cemented the fact that emotions betray.
I would have left had it not been for me hearing a scream. Normally, I could care less, but suddenly a vision of the girl from the dream appeared. She said, "Go Tsukune, save the girl. I know that you think this place won't help you but it will. You'll meet a girl here who can kill our demonic friend. Just remember that you owe me eventually." She said.
At that, I went to save this girl. When I got there, I saw Moka and some muscle bound freak. I didn't hear this asshole while I was in class, but that was only because I didn't hear him. I wasn't surprised, I know his type. The rapist scumbag who is too used to getting what he wants. I'm not totally sure how the girl from earlier thought I could save Moka, but it didn't matter. If I could meet someone here who could kill the demon, I was willing to pay any price. Except letting the demon out of course, I would rather die than let that happen. So, I ran in-between the steroid freak and the girl to take blows I guess. The guy ran up to hit me but I dodged it. This guy is an idiot at combat, I can definitely say that. I learned from the demon a lot about combat and I learned how to fight somewhat well from him. Not that it mattered; I avoid dealing with people for the most part, so it's a non-issue.
I dodged him some, keeping the same dull expression I usually have on my face. Life really has fucked me up, so much so that even during extreme situations, I always appeared to be bored or something. Hey, if life fucked you this many times, I doubt you would care. You would probably respond like an abuse victim, you would just let it happen. This wasn't very much different. Eventually, he landed a blow on me that sent me flying into a gravestone. He then came up and started beating me up. I didn't care anymore, pain doesn't affect me. The problem I realized too late is that this kind of violence is what the demon loves. Before I could react, he took over.
I was back in the place he was normally at. I watched through my eyes as he rose. As I watched, I fought with all my might to get control back. I did so, by battling him in my head. While I fought him in my head, he killed the monster in real life. He simply tossed the monster over his head and then crushed its skull with his foot. After that, he tried to go talk to Moka. Before he could though, I beat him in my head. Once I regained control I said this to Moka.
"Girl, I suggest doing this. Stay the fuck away from me! You don't know what I am. What you saw wasn't an act of benevolence. That was an act of feeding by a demon. I suggest that you avoid me, for your own good. You don't want to know what he is capable of." I told her. At that, I left for the dorms. If anyone here could help me, it was worth taking the risk. Besides, I guess I'm a monster inside now. I'm no longer human, just like everybody here.