The Devilish Daemon
By MissieCeelee
Chapter 1:
Family Histories
The house was cold and unwelcome as always, just as the owners preferred it.
Albino peacocks strutted the lawn, proud as ever, acting similarly to the master of the property. The stone mansion stood firm and brooding, seeming to dare cowards to enter through the wrought iron gates and stumble onto the foreboding premises. Distantly, a wolf howled, as if sensing the danger and sorrow in the cool, night air. From inside the marble mansion walls, another noise rose up to fraternize with that of the canine howl; the angered sounds of a quietly ranting adolescent permeated through the air, originating from somewhere in the sitting room area. The room itself was regal and pristine; no pillows went unfluffed, no fireplace was left unlit, and no hair was left misplaced.
That is, except for the hairs that resided on the head of Draco Malfoy, heir to the fine manor.
The youth sat upon a luxurious leather sofa, his head in his pale hands and those pale hands intertwined with his equally pale blond hair. He looked possibly ill, though that was not the case.
As he spoke, his voice held an immense amount of shock and anger;
"What of pureblood supremacy? Are we really not even above the filthy Mudbloods that I've been taught to hate since the day I was born?"
A man that bore a striking resemblance to the boy laughed haughtily from an armchair, causing his whitening hair to ripple down his shoulders. "Draco," his voice was icy cold, despite his previous laughter. "I am many things, dear, dear boy, but I am nota hypocrite. We bear more magical blood than any others. Why, we are the last surviving branch of-"
Draco didn't seem to care whether or not a branch survived. "Father, if we are not even fully human, how can-"
"Silence."
Knowing his father well enough, the teenager shut his mouth, recognizing the deathly tone at once.
"You shall listen to me, Draco Lucius Malfoy, and you shall do as I say. In all of our well traced history, Daemonhood has been a large factor in the Malfoy family's many success, and it shall not stop with you. Ungrateful as you are, you are not yet able to see the astounding gift that has been bestowed upon you by birth; I myself curse the fact that Daemonhood skips every generation, as youwill probably not be able to live up to your full potential," Lucius smirked, eying Draco as he gritted his teeth.
The paternal figure lowered his slippery voice to a harsh whisper. "The Dark Lord would greatly like to utilize your skills when they arrive, and I intend for him to use you to any means necessary. The Malfoys will survive the up and coming war, and you have no say in the matter. Now, have I made myself clear?"
Draco, trapped, simply nodded, mumbling a hasty, "Yes, Father."
"Good."
The man of ice got up and left the sitting room, his long robes dashing out behind him as if they were afraid to make contact with the man; it made sense. The robes would have been foolish if they were not terrified, as Lucius was not a man to be trifled with. As his father's footsteps faded down the corridor, the throbbing pain from before seemed to engulf all of Draco's body, spurred on by his current state of anger.
Before he knew it, he found himself once again on his knees, head to the carpet to try to rid himself of the horrible nausea and burning in his brain. After what seemed like an eternity, the flames seemed to spread into his jaw, dancing along his teeth in a twisted game of pain and drawing a groan of misery from the suffering boy. Suddenly, he felt quite normal, though his mouth was still quite sore.
Draco rose, thinking that the crippling transformation was over for the time being and wanting to make it to his room before the next bout. However, just as he stretched his shoulders, his entire torso began aching, begging, screaming for relief. The pain was so much that tears streamed down the poor fellow's face as a shout of pure agony was expelled from his crushed lungs.
Draco was discovered half an hour later in the very same position by a horrified house elf named Knobby; he was entirely unconscious, and looked quite worse for wear. As the elf brought Draco to his room, she noticed something quite peculiar about the boy. His teeth appeared to be elongated, muscles larger, and his back appeared very swollen.
"Master Draco be transforming, Master is," Knobby whispered to no one in particular.
He felt like he'd been hit by the Knight Bus multiple times as he awoke to find himself in his room. Weary and wounded, the trooper sat up slowly, feeling quite light headed.
"Master Draco! Master is awake! How does Master feel?"
The squeaky voice startled the out-of-it teen until he realized it was his personal elf, Knobby. His voice extremely raw and rough, he asked, "Knobby, is this the transformation?"
Knobby nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master. Knobby found Master in the sitting room. Knobby was very worried, but Master will be okay. Master Lucius told Knobby that the process is very painful, but Master Draco will be fine within a few hours."
She kindly dabbed a cool cloth on his forehead and exposed chest (which puzzled him; how had his shirt been randomly torn off?), very worried for her master.
"Knobby, bring me a mirror," Draco suddenly demanded.
As the mirror was brought to him, Draco was aghast. His teeth looked similar to those of a vampire; sharp, lethal, the whole package with a bonus of fangs. He poked the end of one of his newly pointed teeth, wincing as it nearly cut into the flesh of his finger. With a raised eyebrow, he slowly inspected the rest of his body, quite impressed with his beefed up muscles. He stretched, eyes closed, rolling his shoulders and groaning at the sensation of relief.
Something soft momentarily tickled his neck, and he opened his eyes to see a pair of wings, black as night, protruding from his shoulder blades. They were covered in small, onyx feathers, and looked like they belonged to an angel of death.
With a gasp, Draco bolted from the bed, nearly causing Knobby to drop the gilded mirror that she'd so obediently been holding. He paid her no heed and ran from the room, wings, fangs and all. His legs seemed to move more lithely and speedily than they ever had, and he found himself in the woods behind the manor in just a few moments.
He dropped to the mossy ground, feeling an overwhelming sense of absolute rage. So, his father had decided to "forget" to divulge any information about this horrifying transformation and leave Draco in the dark? How could a man be so inconsiderate? Oh, and don't forget the impact of his father's decision on his son...
"The Dark Lord would greatly like to utilize your skills when they arrive, and I intend for him to use you to any means necessary. The Malfoys will survive the up and coming war, and you have no say in the matter."
The inner rage intensified until Draco felt as though he were about to explode. He took a calming breath, slowly pushing himself off of the moist ground and standing to face the house he'd grown up in. He sneered.
Oh, really? Maybe I'll just have to take things into my own hands.
His eyes seemed glow a molten silver color and he strode deeper into the forest.
A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you could also just send me a quick review to tell me what you're thinking, that'd be so, so appreciated! :D
Now, a little bit of information on "The Devilish Daemon."
BACKSTORY: So, I used to have another fanfiction account that had a similar story; however, I changed it from a BZ/OC story to a DM/OC story, and also beefed it up...a LOT! So, if you ever were to see another version of this, allow me to inform you that it is both quite outdated and very incomplete.
OC: Yes, I'm making an original character specifically for this story! Yay! It's gonna be great! Be prepared!
UPDATING: I'm not quite sure about the updating schedule for "The Devilish Daemon," yet. Honestly, I know EVERYONE says this, but positive (and constructive) reviews really DO make me update faster. I've recently been going through a bout of writer's block (oh, how it claims even the best of us!), and this is me, attempting to break out of it.
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~MissieCeelee