The Magician
A Demonata Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own the Demonata or the popular product Nestea. Although I do have a bottle of it at home. (That's the Nestea and not the Demonata)
Okay, this fic will be different from all others I have written for four totally different reasons;
Nicole has vehemently rejected it on numerous occasions (For all you dumbasses out there, it means she is never going to write a chapter related to this. Ever.)
It involves horrifically gory and bloody scenes with limbs flying everywhere (ie. Navigate away from this page if you are faint-hearted. The first scene is just a warmup- I repeat, JUST A WARMUP.)
Most chapters, not including this one, are told in the present tense (Mainly because the Shanster wrote the originals that way, and I just wouldn't be comfortable unless I conformed to the regulations.)
This book is set waaaaaay into the future. And if you're imagining flying cars and space ships, read Hell's Heroes, the epic finale of the Demonata Series by Darren Shan, and then come back to this, because you OBVIOUSLY haven't a clue about the setting here.
Now that all of those pesky morons out there have been sent packing, I present to you;
The Magician
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I've always lived a normal life. Until I turned ten. And all hell broke loose.
The party wasn't an especially big or extravagant one, because my parents weren't very rich, but it was a nice party. A very nice party. All of my best friends were there, Joe, Lenny, and Symon. It was based on superheroes, and so most of us had come to the room in costumes like Spiderman or Mr. Fantastic. I was one of the few who wore a normal outfit, and that's the only reason I can relate the story to you now.
You see, I was always... gifted. I could switch lights on without moving an inch, or turn acid into harmless water, or even better, Nestea. My friends never saw this as scary or something they should have avoided, and we never told or showed the grown-ups for fear of them taking away my power. But I feared my powers. With them, I could walk on the air and hollow caves in rock walls. But I could also control people, planting seeds of suggestion in their minds or outright forcing them to act on my will. At first, it was exciting. But soon it began to scare me.
So I was at my party, and we were playing Pass the Parcel. As the many layers of wrapping paper were torn off and thrown away, I sensed a presence. It was power similar to my own, only a lot weaker. Had I known what that power was capable of, I would have tried to stop it with all my will. Unfortunately, I only vaguely wondered what it was- but that was really only to be expected. How much foresight can you expect a ten-year-old to have?
Eventually, we got to the last layer of wrapping. It was in the hands of a boy named Mark Spencer, this guy in my class I didn't particularly like, but was a whiz at solving puzzles and whatnot. As he eagerly ripped off the paper, a bright light began to shine. Some inner voice in me told me to stay away from it, that it was bad, but, fool that I was, I edged closer to the parcel. Only to gasp as Marvin exploded and a strange panel of light took his place.
My gasp became a scream as what had happened finally sunk in and the kids nearest to him were showered in red stuff and guts. The adults were gabbling, horrified and the younger ones were crying in distress. Hell, so was I! The worst was yet to come, though, as we found when a disgusting face pushed through the panel and surveyed the children. It had bright crimson eyes above two holes which I guessed made up it's nose. It's mouth was a single, rather forlorn slash filled with sharp, pointy teeth, and (luckily) it had no hair. As it emerged slowly out of the panel, more features appeared. It had at least six arms, all of which ended in hands that might have been crushed by the blunt edge of an axe, but with bright green bones and olive-coloured nails. I almost threw up when I saw that the red stuff dripping from his body wasn't sweat or even ketchup- it was blood! In fact, a lot of the kids already had puked, and the creature inhaled deeply, as if it was trying to suck in something more than air.
By the time I had noticed the other monsters, it was too late. While all of us had been mesmerised by the first demon, a huge gang of them had amassed inside the room, and the horrible thing was that we only noticed when one of them- a horrible beast that looked like a chicken expect with three pig's heads- suddenly spat acid at Joe. He fell to the floor, screaming, even as the acid ate through his skull and digested his brain. I looked away, disgusted, only to see another of my friends perish at the hands of the vile monsters, this one a strange mutant made out of slashing blades and scythes, which butchered poor Lenny faster than he could devour a hotdog. Soon every one of my pals and the adults had died, leaving me the only one standing.
At first I wondered why the creatures weren't attacking. One of them gave me the answer when it tried to charge me, only to bounce off an invisible barrier three metres away from me. It must have come into effect when I realised what a danger these monsters were! I smirked at the creatures, smug in my victory.
"Demonata, it would seem that we have found a new enemy. Do we kill him or leave him?" The first monster said, and I immediately associated it with a man's voice. Now that he had come closer, I could see more details. Rather than legs, he had several gruesome strips of flesh dangling from his waist, and his entire skin was covered in cuts and bruises which bled anew whenever he moved. I looked around wildly, trying to find the one he called Demonata. However, rather than just one reply, the creature received a whole cacophony of shrieks and whistles. "Very well, then, Arachnid. You live for now. But remember- when you take upon the mantle of a Disciple, you will have already acquired an enemy; in me. Farewell, Arachnid, and nice demon-hunting!" And with that, he floated back into the panel, closely followed by the other creatures.
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Living a normal life is pretty hard when you were born with the ability to shapeshift. At first, I didn't think it was strange, but that was soon to change. When I was only two, I shocked the nurses at the orphanage- I didn't have any parents- by transforming into one of my playmates for a few seconds. They screamed and ran away, shouting about devils and demons. Even though they were sent to an asylum soon afterwards, the damage was done. You see, there were two people nearby, with powers very much like my own. Hearing what had happened, they stole into the orphanage a few days afterwards, took me and raised me as their own, to become a Disciple.
Of course, I was rebellious. My unique power allowed me to reach higher levels of intelligence than I should have been capable of at the age of two, and I was able to mimic their techniques and abilities, effectively rendering them useless against me. I could have quite easily escaped from the cave they called home, had it not been for one thing. I knew I was needed. Unlike most toddlers, I could comprehend the idea of galaxies flying around above us, and I could understand the concepts of love, hate, and war. Most of all, I understood the threat that the horrifying Demonata poised to humanity, and the simple fact that the Kah-Gash wasn't really helping anybody.
From a young age, I was taught about the Kah-Gash. It was essentially a trio of gods that could warp the fabric of space-time and bring the dead back to life. Their names were long forgotten, but their deeds were not. In a time of great peril for all life but the cruel Demonata, the members of the Kah-Gash reversed time to a point where almost nothing existed but the Demonata and strange balls of light called the Old Ones- and restarted the universe, except with certain precautions and whatnot that would prevent the same thing from ever happening again. Then they retreated to some place, never to be seen again.
At least, that was what everyone thought. But recently, the two magicians that abducted me- a man named Beranabus and his assistant, Kernel- have found that the Kah-Gash was still running around the universe, 'keeping the balance' by destroying planets and reviving the immensely powerful demon masters of old. And that's where I come in. A while back, Beranabus had discovered the existence of a powerful group of beings that were really archangels and devil lords compared to humans and demons. The group called themselves the Reckoning, and they were born to lead the many races of the universe to an eternal victory against the demons and the Kah-Gash. Already they had converted a large number of alien species, but the few humans who the Reckoning had contacted were solidly resisting the call, stating that everything existed for a reason, and even if the Demonata were actively trying to eliminate all life, humanity had pulled through well enough, and it wasn't really their problem if Pluto exploded, or some distant solar system collapsed. So now the Reckoning is at war with us. Oops.
This is where I come in. Ever since Beranabus has known about the Reckoning situation, he's been searching for people with unique and deadly talents who can help us win the war and defeat the Reckoning. Like me.
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Okay... so I admit that it's a little weird for a first chapter. But things shall unravel! And we do see some actual action in the next chapter.