okay guys so I know that the first chapter was quite crappy but this one will be getting into more of the action that I had planned sooooo without further ado, fanfiction faithful, this is chapter 2 of the darkness within.
I hope you enjoy this better than the first chapter.
Chapter 2~ Deals and demons
"What do you mean he isn't healing properly!?"
Stiles couldn't help but feel like screaming, Derek still wasnt doing well and no one...not even , knew why.
"I'm sorry stiles but he isn't healing right, its strange, he should have been fine yesterday."
Stiles sighs.
"please just help him, I'm gonna do some research and try to figure this thing out on my own. bye Deaton."
Stiles hangs up and sits at his desk, cutting on his laptop and typing in a few things into google chrome.
seconds pass...
minutes pass...
then hours...
still nothing.
Stiles sits back in his chair and rubs his eyes before getting an idea.
He types in the word healing and a whole assortment of results pop up, from hospitals to even some really messed up porn.
then he finds it.
supernatural healing.
The site is a bit different from what he expected but it will do.
"...demons are known for healing also, when they have been summoned a demon may take host in human in exchange for a want, need or desire..." He reads.
Days pass and Derek's condition seems to worsen, the pack visits him often but he's never awake enough to speak.
Stiles gets fed up.
"come on Stilinski...you can do this, just a simple summoning right?...nothing you can't handle." He breathes, looking down at the ingredients he has places strategically on the forest floor.
Stiles clears his throat, looking down at the symbol etched into the ground before starting his chant.
"Its midnight.
The gates of hell are opened and darkness is upon the land.
I conjure thee demon by the power of thy name; Abshallah Nejar Septia,
as nothingness clings to your bones sow you to my flesh at my command!"
The ground rumbles as a shock of purplish lightning soars through the midnight sky above Stiles.
The symbol starts to glow and a dark mist gathers in the middle.
"Yes. What is it you wish for, young one?" A rough demonic voice comes from the mist as it floats around stiles.
Stiles debates whether to run or stay put, he decides to stay but only because he's to afraid to run.
"speak!"
Stiles jumps at the harshness of the loud voice and stutters.
"I-I called you h-here because I have a desire..."
"go on, I'm listening."
"I want someone to heal, to be cured."
"ah yes, the werewolf kid right?"
Stiles looks puzzled for a moment before the demon continues.
"You do understand what I must do to fulfill your desire? right?"
Stiles nods carefully and the mist takes the form of a tall man dressed in a black three peice suit with a blood red bow tie, hes handsome, even with the completely black eyes and pale skin.
The demon takes Stiles hand.
"your wish is my command, stiles."
Everything goes black in stiles vision, he cant see a thing, panic starts to radiate from his head to his toes.
why am I doing this...Im so stupid! what have I done?
Stiles wakes up in his room.
just a dream...
notexactly...
Stiles almost jumps three feet in the air at hearing the unfamiliar voice in his head.
"a-are you the demon?"
yes, and by the way, my names Razor. notdemon.
"okay, Razor...Is derek okay?"
The demon, Razor, chuckles.
of course he is...I made a deal didn't I?
Stiles stands up and throws his clothes on, razor is completely silent the whole time.
maybe this demon this isnt so bad after all...
A wave of sudden pain hits stiles hard and he doubles over and whimpers.
...or maybe not...
sorry its so short guys, I just dont have alot of inspiration today so please tell me how ypu feel about this story. bye.
