Demon blood
By Terrence Fan
Warning: Fanfic contains cursing, gore and violence. Not for little kids. ;)
Prologue
In a time just before ancient Greek...
Across the long sea, was an island, which not too many people knew of. But it has been there for nearly centuries, as for the people who lived there in small villages, straw and wooden houses in neat rows of at least four or five, dirt roads and paths flooded with many of the adults working just about every single day. And the little children scampering in the paths along with tiny puppies freely running along with the children now and then.
To the people, the island, their home, was called Eikcaj (although it's pronounced "ee-sha", with a silent "j"). Even though almost every day is a very busy day for the villagers who lived there, it was still a peaceful place, and has been that way for as long as they could remember
But for any peaceful village, will soon come a horrific end, from such evil that has spread terror from one place to another, nearly went half way across the world, it is been giving so many names by those who feared him, such as "the hell beast". Despite the names people call it, the beast already named himself, "Dante".
Nobody knows where Dante came from, though a lot have believed that he might've been spawned from hell itself, although it was a ridiculous exaggeration to some.
He was a demon that resembled the size and structure of a dragon, long horns on his head pointed backwards, and slightly curved, yellow eyes with red iris' that glowed like fire and burned into the souls of whoever looked into them, razor sharp teeth that pierced the flesh and bones of many, but even though he was almost unstoppable, his reign of terror would come to an end, sooner than he thought.
The day of Eikcaj's near end, started out as any regular bright, and cheerful, day. It was a very warm and sunny afternoon, but not too hot. While the adults were at work, the little kids played and lied on the grassy hills to soak up the sun. It usually wasn't that warm on the island, it wasn't too cold, either, but was rarely ever humid outside, whenever it got warm enough to wear mostly shorts, skirts, or short dresses would be the perfect day to go outside and enjoy the sun. Even on rare occasions, during the summer, there would be scorching days, that would be enough to stay out of the sun and hide in the shades.
On this day, will be the last the people of Eikcaj will ever enjoy the sun ever again. As soon as the sun was sinking in over head, the adults returned to their straw and wooden homes after a hard day of work, and some of the children came home just before their parents, while a few stayed out to play some more. It was close to night fall, the heat had faded away and the air was cold. One little girl, in a white woolen dress scampered off past the woods, when she reached out of the woods onto the grassy field beyond the woods and the villages. She did cart wheels down the hill, at the bottom she landed flat on her back. Afterwards she got up, walked over to the beach shore, kneeled down, and began to draw shapes and animals in the sand with a near by twig.
Then, out of nowhere, a huge dark shadow cast over her and the drawings in the sand, she looked up to see a black figure with wings, a long tail and a narrow head fly over her. As she continued to stare at whatever it was, it began to slow down to a stop in mid air, then the little girl could see it come closer, when she saw the terrifying features of the creature, which happened to be Dante, she ran straight towards the woods, hoping to avoid the beast through the thick trees and bushes, but when she looked behind her into the orange sunset sky, the demonic creature was still soaring after her. She continued dashing through the woods, panting heavily now, she only needed to get away, to her mother for safety.
When she jumped through some bushes and twigs, she finally reached the village, now if only she can get to her home.
"Mother!" She cried out, when her house was in sight.
She ran into the path into the path of houses till she got to her house. Her mother was busy with supper, then her daughter burst through the doorway, crying a little and screaming as she ran to her mother, hugging her mother's hips in fear. Sinking her head into her mom's dress.
"What is it, Catherine?" Her mother asked.
"There was a monster chasing me!" Catherine responded, face soaked in tears.
"Monster? What monster?" Asked her mother, again.
"I saw it back at the beach and in the woods," said Catherine. "It's out there, I'll show you". She tugged her mom's wrist and pointed through the doorway and outside. The mother screamed as Dante emerged from the woods and into the village.
A few other people other people came out of their houses to see what all the panic was about. When they got a sight of Dante already smashing houses and had even started a small fire, they screamed as well and began to run away from their houses and avoid the spreading flames.
At the other village, the people there could see it all. The first village engulfed in flames, the small houses crumbling to the ground, and the dragon-like beast stomping across, scooping up people in his claws.
One man climbed to the top of the small bell tower, and banged on the bell with a large stick repeatedly, the deep ringing echoing across the village. A lot of the soldiers there gathered their armor, spears, and crossbows, put on their helmets and armor, they didn't have really strong armor back then, but it was enough for them, then marched towards the burning village.
As they approached the wretched monster, they began to shoot arrows at Dante, but the arrows only did much as poke him, he turned his head at the rather surprised soldiers and grinned. He then swatted them all away with his left claw, and slammed his giant hand on them.
This was all a complete joke to him to him, all those pathetic little humans were nothing more but insects to him, he had already beaten soldiers and warriors of all kind in measly a heartbeat. He chuckled at how easily he had crushed all the soldiers and the first village, but he didn't want to destroy every human there, after all, he needed something to eat after flying for so long.
But now, he had to move quickly to destroy the last village and get a small bite to eat. As he moved past the houses, that were now scorched in flames, a sudden yell echoed throughout the village to catch Dante's attention.
Dante turned to see what fool would dare even think of opposing him. There, on a tall wooden house, that hadn't suffered from the fire just yet, was a man, wearing nothing but a robe and a head dress that covered nearly his entire face, except for his nose and his eyes, his dull brown eyes. Then he removed part of his head dress to reveal his bright peach skin and dusty blonde hair that was almost shoulder length.
The wicked beast just paused for a moment to wonder who this little pest thought he was, and what possible threat he may pose to him.
The man pulled out a a crossbow and two arrows from the sack hanging around his back, and two small clay jars from his from his sack as well, muttering some kind of religious words, or something, while pouring black powder from one jar on the sharp tip of the arrow, then took another jar and poured faint blue slime onto the same arrow and on the second arrow, just in case. Now he was ready, he grabbed the first arrow and pulled it against the string on the crossbow, and aimed it towards Dante, on eye closed, focusing on the target.
As bored as he was with this pathetic moron, Dante charged forward, with his claw reached out to crush the human. But at that moment, the man released the arrow on his crossbow, and fired at Dante. He shrieked in pain when the arrow went right into the palm of his huge claw. How could a simple arrow hurt so much? Never had he felt such a burning pain from something like this. He'd taken hits from arrows before, and they never hurt this much, to him.
The intense burning was spreading from his palm to his whole arm, his entire upper body, and soon he felt the unbearable pain all over, he tried pulling the arrow out, but, no avail, it was too short and thin. He gritted his sharp teeth and moaned in pain, then he realized that the environment around him was getting larger. No, it wasn't getting bigger, he was becoming smaller. He cried out in anger and pain as he shrank.
Suddenly, the pain had finally gone away, he opened his eyes and saw that now, he had gone from the size of a stone castle to the height of an average dog. His wide and beautiful wings weren't as long anymore, they barely seemed big enough to carry him. Now, all he had were short stubby legs and arms, long ears, and horns that weren't long as they used to be, that resembled a goat's. He was no longer a giant monster that nearly everyone feared, but an almost powerless, little demon.
The man walked over to the new Dante, coming out of the smoke and ashes, with the arrow with the tip stained with the blue slime. He slowly approached the demon.
"I see the spell has worked successfully," The dusty blonde said to Dante. "Incase you're wondering, that spell was more of a eternal curse that will keep you in that form forever. And, I even put in an extra treat, you can't leave this island, either. That way, you will never threaten mankind ever again." Dante's eyes widened from this discovery.
He raised the arrow over his shoulder. "Now," He continued, "Just one stab in the heart, and I'll send you back to hell!".
Just as he was about to stab Dante, the little demon leapt forward, pinning him to the ground, fortunately the little guy still had some strength in him, he began scratching and clawing at his throat, even biting into it, cutting up his neck. He may be a small demon now, but he still had his sharp claws and teeth.
The man, on his back, was gasping for air. He looked up into the horrid demon's eyes, he felt Dante's evil pierce through his soul. Dante stood on the man's chest, laughing psychotically, he could see his terrifying features. Dante then grabbed the arrow from the blonde's hand.
"What the fuck were you thinking? Did you really think you could take me down that easily?" Dante chuckled, in a menacing tone. "I don't care if I never leave this shit hole of an island again, or not ever kill anyone again, at least I got one last victim, and meal, to last me long enough... You."
The dusty blonde cried out, "NO!"
With a final blow to the chest, Dante ended the blonde, for good.
"Bye bye, fucker..." Dante said to the now dead man, his face and claws stained with blood.
Both villages had burnt to the ground, and the last human living there, was now gone. But that wasn't at all what was bothering Dante, not only has he become powerless, but he can't ever leave. And just when he tried to, it felt like invisible chains were holding him back. All because of that fucking bastard. He wondered what he should do to the dead man's corpse, hang it and let it rot, or eat most of it up and save the rest for later. Dante looked around around the black, charcoal remains of the village, and spotted a slightly burnt wooden crucifix. Before, he wanted to burn it up completely, to show how he mocked god, but now he had a better idea. Dante grabbed the giant cross, dragged the dead corpse to the grassy hill near the beach, stuck the crucifix in the ground, then grabbed the corpse, flew up and used the arrow he used to kill him to pin his hand to the left part of the cross, then tied his right hand to the other side with some robe from the man's sack.
After sticking the dead man onto the crucifix, he decided to dig around his sack as well, to see if there might've been something that could help him, he pulled out a knife, which he grinned at, and ran his sharp thumb across the end of the blade. He wondered how the hell he got a knife so sharp and beautiful as this in this dump of an island. He shook it off, and continued looking through the sack, he found both a small blank journal and a large brown book of spells, perhaps this could help him. He flipped through the pages to see how the hell he could break this god damn curse.
He then looked to his right, and saw a stone well not too far from him, and with a flat circular rock on top of the opening. Dante wondered what was down there, for some reason, so he went over, pushed the rock off of the well, and went down, to see that inside the well, was a large cave, dark, a little damp, but a perfect home for him.
In the cave, he reopened the book of spells, and searched through it to see how he can fix a curse. Finally, he stopped on one page that told of how to release the curse, the next page told of how to break it. This is it, he thought. My ticket off this island and back to my normal self.
The way to break the curse, was to chant the words in the book, and he needed some potions along with it, but that was no problem, there were plenty of stuff in the man's sack that could help him, but, there was one problem, one thing he needed to ensure him turning back to normal, and that was the blood of another demon.
Dante couldn't believe it, that's what it took to turn him back to normal? Where on earth was he going to find demon blood? He was, after all, alone on the island, and he could never leave, anyway. Dante grew enraged by this. The bastard made an impossible cure for the curse, just to screw with him. When he looked for a way to cure the other curse, part of the page was ripped out. This only made Dante more furious.
All alone, Dante sat in the dull cave, with the book, deep in both anger and disappointment. He glanced over at the corpse on the crucifix, and wondered, how will I ever get out of here?
His fate and future was at stake, and his only way out was through the blood of another demon. God, he had to get out of this, he didn't want to end, not like this. But what could he do? He's pretty much powerless, and there's nowhere to go for him. He might as well face it, it's all over for him.
No, he thought. It's not over yet... There is a way...