A.N. I know what some of you are thinking: "Where's the chapters to your other fics?" Well… I lost my inspiration for them. I'm sorry, but I WILL try and continue them, for your guys' sake. This is just a bit of backstory for a character I made a while ago.
His Lament.
Fire. That was all he could see, his vision filled with the flickering violet flames. Sparks coursed across his body, shocking him to his core. Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he slammed his hands onto the floor, screaming as the pain flowed through him, and eventually gathering in his hands.
Nothing would ever hurt as much as that energy leaving him, but there would also never be anything as relieving as the feel of when it was finally gone. The boy, as that was all he really was, panted when the last remnants of raw energy dissipated.
"Damn you," His voice was deeper, he noticed. And smoother, much like the being which he had summoned.
"You made the deal," The suave voice of an English gentleman answered. Glaring upwards, the boy met the eyes of the entity.
It was terrifying, a hulking mixture of raven, snake, and human. Blood, his blood, dripped from its talons. None of this fazed the broken boy.
"Now, your payment?" The being extended an arm, but the boy pushed it away.
"I never made a deal. You tricked me," He accused, but the demon laughed and grinned, exposing its shark-like teeth.
"Ah, but you wanted something, yes? I'll give it to you, I only want payment," It said. That was true, but he never thought this would be it…
"I don't want it anymore. Take it back- you won't need payment," The boy pleaded, but the demon's grin faded.
"Such a thing is impossible. It is done, and cannot be taken back. Now, my payment." It growled. The boy stood up, but the demon growled again and lurched forwards.
"Enough," it said, and a bloody claw pierced the boy's forehead. Screaming, the boy's vision went blurry. His last glimpse before he passed out was the brilliantly teeth of the demon, as it smiled and laughed.
He awoke with blood on his hands. A gruesome mass of disgustingly smelly meat, or something, sat quivering in the corner. Shaking off the blur in his eyes, the boy looked around the room.
Wait… this wallpaper. That bed. This was his parents' room. Then…
He let out a shriek as he realized he was kneeling on the chest of his dead father, his entire body gruelingly disfigured. Burns and what seemed to be shock marks covered his body, as well as the marks of multiple stabs and slashes.
The mass in the corner must have been his….
"MOM!" The boy screamed, but the mass sat still, blood slowly seeping from it. Falling to the floor, the boy sat there for what must've been an hour, before he finally recovered a bit and rose.
Something had changed. In the boy, in the room. No longer did he cringe at the massacre. In fact, something stirred in the depths of his eyes when he glanced at what was once his mother. Something… hungry.
"I do quite like this look," The boy said, looking into the mirror on his mother's vanity table. His once light brown hair was now a dark purple, and longer. His eyes which were at one point a pleasing blue were now a demonic purple. The boy's tanned skin had paled to a startling shade, much like that of the vampires in those fantasy stories. Blood was splattered across his arms and face, but he wiped it off with the blanket from the bed.
"I will need a new name, no? I suppose I should honor my… late parents, somehow," he muttered. Glancing at the hunk of carved wood in the corner, surely thrown aside by his father when the boy entered the room.
"Father always liked playing this…" He picked the violin up.
"That's it! I've got my new name." Exiting the house, violin in hand, the boy smiled.
"I shall call myself… Lament."