IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I HAVE COMPLETELY EDITED THE BEGINNING OF THIS FIC. FEELS SO FREE.
Please try not to be discouraged by the awkward writing at the start of this story. The ending chapters will improve as my writing does. I won't be offended if you skipped the first couple chapters, but I highly advise against that. I don't think the beginning is necessarily horrible, just harder to read. If you can give my fan fiction a chance, despite some writing errors, that would be amazing!
If you would like to skip to some smut, I suggest you skip to the chapter named Possession. I will be adding more sex scenes later on. Hope you enjoy!
Demonic POINT OF VIEW (aka POV):
"I don't remember what it was like in Hell, which I suppose, is a good thing. I just know that I'm different now. At first I wanted people to see me, but then I thought I could use invisibility to my advantage.
I followed Shizuo to prison. None of his family or friends showed up, because they thought he murdered me in cold blood.
Ahahaha! They didn't know Shizuo was actually forced to kill me! I tricked him into believing I was about to press a trigger on my phone... Which belonged to a bomb planted underneath the building his precious brother Kasuka worked at.
We'll talk more about that later.
Anyway.
The first few days were boring. I don't remember much of those days. Meaningless days. But I think I started to write a journal with some dates. Ah, yes! Sometimes the days get all jumbled together.
We will get to the good stuff later on like when Shizuo meets this detective, who looks like me, I mean Izaya... And- Fine, fine. I won't spoil anymore. Jeez.
Bear with me. These diary entries are utter trash. But can you blame me? Prison is so boring sometimes, there wasn't much to write about. Are you going to read it?"
Shinra thought Izaya would never stop talking. It seemed like he wasn't even talking to him directly which was odd, but then again, nothing was normal anymore. "Of course I'm going to read it."
The Beginning of the End
Day One:
He is sitting on his rock solid bed, wearing an orange jumpsuit. God, I love seeing him in that suit.
The way the material hugs and forms his toned body is so...invigorating. Simply because it is a reminder of what he did to me.
One thing he is allowed to do is read, I learn. I didn't even know the neanderthal could read until now. It seems to be the first thing he tries to pass the time.
Day Two:
He just reads and reads the same book over and over. While it was fun the first time around, it's getting old. Do I really have to watch him eat the food they give out? I don't know how he eats it, it looks worse than Simon's Russia Sushi.
Probably tastes worse, too. I wonder what would happen if I poisoned his meal, just to be a pain in his day.
Day Three:
Who knew being dead can cause cravings? Today they give him ootoro that doesn't even look like ootoro... but at least it's sort-of tuna. Sort-of tuna is better eating nothing at all, I suppose. Although I don't really feel like I can stomach food. I guess that's a side effect of being dead. I never actually thought about what I would miss in the human world. So far, it's just ootoro.
Day Four:
I'm watching him talk to a random inmate about my death. It's getting funny watching him talk about it; the other guy looks so scared. Who wouldn't be scared of his strength, aside from me?
From what I see the prisoners don't get much time out of their cells. I still crave food, but being dead, I don't need to eat. Watching him eat is a pain but I get to watch him do other things, like reading books.
Day Five:
I sit on the floor watching him read a new book, The Shining by Stephen King. Hmph, a ghost book. How ironic. I'm debating whether or not I should creep him out yet, but then I realize he's probably too engrossed in the book to notice anything.
I could show him my true form right here, horns and all, and he wouldn't even notice. After about ten minutes I concluded he's not going to move, so I decided to check out the other prisoners. That soon becomes a mistake. Most of them look crazier than I am, and the rest look disgusting. I'm glad that I don't have a sense of smell anymore.
Day Six:
I have watched him for nearly a whole week and he hasn't done anything interesting. Today he seemed content to stare out the barred window. I wanted to carve my name into the wall to see if he notices.
He probably wouldn't but it still would be fun. I wondered, does every demon have this problem? Then a thought hit me: There might be other demons in this prison. Inmates die in prison all the time, so wouldn't that make sense?
I left to float, trying to see if I could spot something odd, aside from the inmates themselves.
What I found disturbed me. For those of you who know me, you recognize that doesn't happen nearly as often as it should. There was this inhuman... thing... scratching at the wall of an inmate's cell. It looked back at me and I noticed it didn't exactly have a face.
That's when I decided to casually walk back to his cell. On the way, I couldn't help but think... Would that become me eventually?
Day Seven:
It's been a week now, one whole week of watching the protozoan. That thing from yesterday still had me thinking, if I linger here, will I turn into some blithering mess?
He showed no signs of boredom aside from reading another book. Man, I might mess with his books soon. I'm sick of him reading; I want to watch him suffer.
The guy in Shizu-chan's opposing cell to also watched him read. He seemed quite interested in Shizuo, in a creepy sort of way. I was curious to see how the ape would react if he touched him in his sleep. Perhaps I'll just watch him until then, since life around here is pretty boring as it is.
Day Eight:
Unfortunately his next door neighbour doesn't molest him in the middle of the night. I stayed up watching the creeper stare at him through the bars. By stay up, I mean observe. I can't sleep but I can shut down for hours on end, even years if I wanted to. Sometimes I can feel his neighbour stare at me, though I know that's impossible.
At the crack of dawn, the guards did their usual wake-up routine. Banging their barbaric batons against the jail cells until everyone wakes up. I felt the need to break their wrists or snap their neck before they even had the chance.
It has been eight days already and he hasn't cracked yet. Shame, I want to see him go stir crazy. His neighbours watch him sleep while the he just sleeps like it's nothing. How will he react when I mess with things around him? I might throw his book at a guard, or maybe write a love letter to another prisoner. The opportunities are endless.
Day Nine:
I sat down cross-legged on a bucket, watching him lay on his bed. I noticed that he was not sleeping; I could tell from the stirring of his eyelids. It's funny, he actually looked somewhat peaceful... and I hated it.
He's not supposed to look like anything other than a savage beast. Wouldn't this be the perfect time? I wondered.
With my sharp claws, I carved my name in big, bold letters on the bed frame above him. He rolled in his bed, tossing and turning before he decided to open his eyes. From his perspective he saw absolutely nothing aside from letters forming.
The small shudder of his body made me smile even though he could not see me. I would love to see his reaction. While halfway through spelling my name, he moved closer to the edge of his bed.
That didn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, it encouraged my actions. Now whenever he wakes up, he will see my name.
Shinra continued to write in his notebook while he read the diary. He finally looked up at me, glasses glistening under the dim light. "So... Where's the rest? Surely you wrote more."
"I've no idea." I lied.
Shinra tapped his pen against his page, inhaling deeply through his nose. "Izaya... Or whatever I should call you... You've come all this way, and you're going to stop there? I know you remember, you've always had a good memory. You never forget things, no matter how useless. Remember the time you told me Chicago has the highest number of personalized license plates?"
"Actually, it's all of Illinois, but you were close." I corrected him and realized shortly after I just proved his point. Shit.
