Demoniac
By: SavagexGarden
A/N: I really like this story idea; I find it cute in a subtly sinister way. The first chapter is written in first person because I wanted to make it feel like he/she is actually talking to you. But I will probably switch to third person point of view for the rest of the story unless I just fall in love with having my character talk to me. Please review and tell me what you think of my newest story, Demoniac, enjoy. I'll probably open up each chapter with a snippet from Dante's Inferno in no particular order.
Chapter One
"The next is she who killed herself for
love,
And broke faith with the ashes of
Sichaeus;
Then Cleopatra the voluptuous."
Helen I saw, for whom so many
ruthless
Seasons revolved; and saw the great
Achilles,
Who at the last hour combated with Love.
Paris I saw, Tristan; and more
than a thousand
Shades did he name and point out with
his finger,
Whom Love had separated from our life."
Dante's Inferno Canto V
I watched Cleopatra make another lap around the whirlwind of lust. It just gets so monotonous after having to watch them whip around for eons. It happens all the time, and yet no one ever learns. So now, I'm stuck observing thousands of souls whip around and around and around. All of this monotony and torture because the young lovers woke up one day and just decided they were going to cheat on their spouses, sleep with their siblings, or kill themselves so they could be in their lover's arms for eternity. Unfortunately they can't technically be in their lover's arms since they're being whipped around forcibly by a Hellish hurricane. The things people do to get themselves landed here happen a lot more then you would assume. You're probably thinking to yourself, "Ah, that never happens anymore. People sleep with their blood siblings? Sick!" Well, I'm glad you think it's sick because apparently quite a few people haven't caught on to that yet. Of course the majority of the couples I get landed with are love suicides, regular suicides get sent down to wrath they're not my responsibility, and the cheating spouses. Still, do you realize how boring it is to watch the same people twist, turn, and howl in a self-inflicted whirlwind for eternity? I don't even get to do anything! All I do is just sit, watch, and make sure no young couple tries to sneak out of Hell. The higher-ups generally frown upon that. (Or the lower-downs if we're talking about my boss in the 9th level.) No one has ever tried to sneak out yet though, but it's only been… oh, a few billion years.
You're probably asking yourself right about now who I am. Well let's get one thing straight that people seem to trip over all the time, I'm not technically a guy… we don't generally have genders. And you'd probably call me a demon, but I prefer the term 'fallen angel' or 'one of the fallen'. It's much more poetic then 'demon'. I don't really have a name either. I'm pretty sure I had one once, but I definitely don't go by that anymore. Now my co-workers, the other fallen, call me Luxuria. It's lust in Latin. Yea, they named me after the stupid people I am forced to endlessly observe for eternity. How sick is that?
Now this is a depressing job. We don't get any time off, benefits, pay, or even a 'thank you' from Him for all our endlessly diligent work. So I decided to take a little vacation, an unannounced vacation. But honestly, my job is kind of pointless. I make no impact on anyone's life (or afterlife) and no one ever tried to run away so what's the worst that could happen if I take a little time off? Besides no one needs to even know about it.
Now all I need is the perfect body. Someone secure but independent so I can have time alone to do whatever I want, but still have a place to sleep and have all the other human necessities available to me without having to work for it, this is a vacation after all. Yes, I need the perfect body and perfect timing.
It's not easy finding the perfect body. I'll admit that I am a very picky person. Things just have to be exactly right, or how else would I ever be able to enjoy my vacation? Who knows when someone might realize I abandoned my post and come to fetch me. I may be able to enjoy myself for years or just days. So everything has to be perfect, and so many humans have flaws that I just don't want to deal with. I decided first not to choose a female's body. The female body is beautiful to me, but I know what they call having a 'period' would not make an enjoyable vacation in the slightest. All that blood, the pain, and the indignity of it… no, I just couldn't deal with it. I could pick a body that hadn't started menstruating or had stopped, but the age would be all wrong. Either the female would be far too young and her parents would control my every move or the body would be too old and I would have to deal with bills, taxes, and a husband. No, the female body just wasn't feasible for my plans.
So I started to focus on male specimens. Narrowing down the age group was my next big decision. I finally decided to find a male between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. Boys that age still live with their parents, so I don't have to worry about a job, and yet they are at an age where their parents also give them much more freedom. I chose a few appeasing candidates. All were boys that were aesthetically pleasing to me, but acted in such a way that no one in their specific communities really noticed they existed. A wallflower is the term I do believe humans use. The wallflower, or the unknown, is the key to my success. No one must realize that I have sent the boy's soul to he afterlife and taken the vacant body. See, that's where most demons go wrong. They keep the person's soul in the body with them, big mistake. That's when people start calling the priests and asking for exorcisms which are quite the nuisance.
So I watched five boys of my personal choosing, all physically attractive, a stable but independent home environment, and completely healthy, but most importantly… they were all fairly unknown. I continued to watch them, observe every aspect of their day-to-day lives and waited for the perfect timing. It was sickening how these humans take for granted every movement and moment. I promise I will thrill in every second of physical life.
Then the perfect timing presented itself to me. One of my boys, Inuyasha, was about to make a fatal error. It was time to oust his soul and take my well-earned vacation.
Inuyasha was one of my favorite boys. He didn't really have any friends and was in no after school programs. He was an unsocial boy because of a fear of rejection that probably no one understood but me. After all, he was kind of ashamed of it and preferred people to think he just didn't want to be around them. His family had just moved to Tokyo (and I did just love big cities), so he really hadn't been given the chance to make any acquaintances either. The parents were perfect for what I planned to do. The father was always working and the mother didn't really want to know anything in her world was off, so she took everything at face value… never questioning. The older brother had already gone off to college too and he never called to check up on Inuyasha. Yes, his life was perfect for usurping. And as I stated before, he was the first to make a fatal error.
I won't go into too much detail about it. Let's just say the poor boy had gotten himself lost in Tokyo while trying to navigate his way home, and took the wrong alley. A man was lurking in the shadows (too cliché for my tastes) waiting for someone to get closer. Yes, I'm doing Inuyasha a favor really. His last few moments on Earth would have been filled with fear and pain had I not so nobly stepped in. The act of possession took mere seconds. It's actually quite a complicated process but I'll make it simpler by saying it was as if my immense spirit slammed into his body, pushing Inuyasha's soul out and down the tunnel of light (or whatever you humans think it is now). Then my spirit started to fill his vacant body. My soul was like liquid, seeping into every crack and crevice of his being, conforming to the shape of my new vessel. Finally, the body swelled with my soul but I had never been confined to a physical body before. I felt trapped, surrounded.
But I remembered about the man waiting for Inuyasha, for me, in the shadows and I tried to gain some control of myself and turn around to walk back onto the street. My legs felt like putty though. I had no idea how to control this mass of complex muscle; I didn't even know how to stand.
I managed to awkwardly stumble backwards into the street, falling backwards. It certainly wasn't a graceful fall in any aspect of the word, but I was out of the alley. I made no attempt to stand up. Instead, I just looked around watching through Inuyasha's eyes… my eyes. It was beautiful to see everything from this perspective, so different from my own. Oh whatever quarrel I had with Him, I cannot deny the beauty in this creation. The vibrant neon colors of light contrasting starkly with the city night shadows, the smells of the city assaulted my newly acquired nose with such a startling variation I was thrown off for a moment. Oh, and the feel of concrete against Inuyasha's body, my body, the cold night air resting like a blanket against my cheek. It was startling, it was unknown, and it was beautiful. Being a demon, a fallen angel, I never saw like this or felt like this! I was just there…
Taking my newly stolen fingers, I touched my clothes. They were so soft under the millions of nerves scattered about the surface of my fingers. Then I rubbed the concrete, the rough, painful concrete that was not nearly as enjoyable as my clothes. I was starting to slowly adjust to this body and learn how to control it. Yes, I would enjoy this vacation… as soon as I figured out how to stand up.
It took awhile, and a lot of people gave me strange looks, but I learned how to walk in Inuyasha's body. I didn't mind the strange looks though, it was the first time in eons that anyone had even acknowledged my existence. Finally someone was looking at me! I wasn't the observer anymore; I was the one being observed.
The human body works in such peculiar ways. As I walked my new arms swung back and forth and breath filled my lung. The whole process of simply walking was so extraordinary to me that I could barely imagine why Inuyasha had never paused to realize every minute detail his body was performing. The boy took this body for granted. Why do people take it all for granted and throw it away on some stupid decision to end up in Hell for all eternity? What a waste of near perfection.
I knew the way to Inuyasha's home better then he did. After all, I had been watching him for weeks now. So I got on the subway, my very first subway experience, and easily found the correct stop. Actually… I'll be honest I almost missed my stop. I was just too focused on everything around me. I had always found the human body sumptuous, but now as I starred at the pretty young women sitting around me my body thought they were beautiful too. That's the only way I can think to describe how my body reacted. As I watched them curl locks of hair in their slender fingers a feeling seeped through my whole being and collected itself like a fist in Inuyasha's lower body. Was this lust? No, this wasn't right. I'd have to find lust somewhere else.
After I exited the subway, I walked down the street toward Inuyasha's new home. A home Inuyasha hadn't even begun to feel comfortable in yet. Poor boy… he shouldn't have stepped into that alley or I might have taken the young man from London instead.
But I just had a novel idea! I sat in Hell for eons wondering why humans do what they do to end up there. Maybe I should experience it myself in this body, my new body. The seven deadly sins; lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, gluttony, and pride… yes, I'll experience them all! What can they do to me anyway? Send me to Hell? Ha, I'd love to visit the other levels for a while anyway.
A smirk stretched the muscles of my face for the first time, contorting how I must appear to others. My new hand, the left to be exact, reached out and turned the knob on the front door. Funny… Inuyasha was originally right handed but now it seems that I'm left handed. Hopefully no one will notice. The cold metal felt refreshing against my palm. Pushing open the smooth wooden door, I stepped over the threshold of the house.
Inside a woman's voice, a lovely lilting voice, called out to me. "Inuyasha, is that you?" Poor woman, she had no idea that her real son died today.
"Yea, this is Inuyasha." I called down the hall with the smirk still on my face. Smirking was something the real Inuyasha would have never done either. He didn't have the self-confidence for that kind of arrogance. But I'm the new Inuyasha, come and find me.
A/N: So what did you guys think of the first chapter? If anything was too confusing people just ask and I'll answer any of your questions. Also please, please, please REVIEW. They mean the world to me.
