Warning: Some different characters, not cannon with the show. You'll see what I mean when you read this ;) (Sorry if that's horrendous dears.)
Then~
Bonnie
Leaning up against a door-frame, his posture is slouched as he cradles a bottle of whisky in his tremoring hands. His face hidden underneath the shadows of his dark baseball cap as if to conceal himself from the world. The bottle reaches his lips, amber liquid going down in hope of numbing the pain.
Another figure enters the image of the seemingly sad, lost boy. The intruder stands tall in his black crisp power suit, that's well fitted on his lean frame. Flecks of graying hair controlled as can be, making him appear as the perfect lawyer, along with his hellish glare. A man who never lost the fight, or maybe a monster who enjoyed the agony of others? Those bitter eyes having the ability to scare anyone shitless with a mere glance, contrasting greatly with his icy pale white skin. Darkness radiated off him in waves.
The boy looks up at the intruder, a look of disdain clearly written on his face. His flesh just as pale, inky strands peeking out from their hiding cap. Aqua eyes meet the dark ones of the older gentleman, unaffected by their dark demur.
"What do you want father?" The words come out as harsh as the dry heat of a blistering hot summer day.
The father responds with an awry smirk. "What can't a father check up on his son to say hi?" He half circles him like a vulture stalking their next meal. "You are my only child after all Malachi." He hums feigning innocence, something that vile creature could never pull off in his lifetime. Or any for that matter.
Malachi straightens his posture, making him appear nearly as tall as his father. Cocking his head to the side the acid brimmed words are released, "No, not when the said father is you." A rigid glare on his face, as he continues to stare him down. He takes another excruciating chug of liquor, his body in tremors.
"It's nice to see my son has wits about him even though he refuses to embrace his true nature." The father snarls through gritted teeth, clearly dissatisfied; continuing the waged glaring war with his own flesh and blood. If looks could kill the two would have combusted into flames the moment father dearest walked into what's assumed to be his son's threshold.
"By my nature you mean your half of me. Mother wasn't a demon." The son hisses out in a metal-melting force. The grip on the bottle getting dangerously rough.
The father howls in laughter. "Why do you even care what she thinks son? Your mother would hate what you are! Why do you think she left you all those years ago?" He cocks an eyebrow egging him on, a smug look on his deviously handsome face. "She doesn't love you!" He manically cackles, as though finding it humorous.
The words of slander seem to wretch something inside of Malachi. He struggles to keep his clutch of might, eyes going from their beautiful blue oceans to the bloodiest of reds in flashes. Hands curling into unbreakably tight clasps, effectively breaking the bottle. The shards fall to the mass of those already littering the floor of his enclosure. His voice comes out in uncontrollable furious rage. "You tried to destroy her so she couldn't stay!" His body alarmingly unsound. "You're the monster that pushed her away!" He glares accusingly at his father's form.
That only adds more blaze to the father's maniacal amusement, as he gives a devilish grin. "She was the one to seduce me, take my power, then nine months later abandons you on my doorstep! The wretched whore! I could have just left you out there to die, but I didn't and you want to know why?" he probes.
"Stop it with your damn mind games and just tell me already. I know you're just dying to say it," the son seethes, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"So I could have a victor. Someone to continue my legacy." His now red eyes gleam. "You and I could destroy the world together Malachi! Think of it, people would scream into the night seeing our forms, and all the cries of the innocent that would feed our strength!" His fists curl in anticipation of his greatest and only fantasy. "I could finally go back to the form that has been kept away from me for so long! You're a powerful weapon!"
"No I'm just a kid, trying to make it through day in and day out, while maintaining some sense of thinly lined sanity!" His eyes are flickering more rapidly now from their ocean hues to a bloody crimson, as his body's shakes worsen.
"Kai you can't run from this forever, the darkness only consumes," the father laughs revealing pointed needled teeth. "You would be stupid to think that it's not affecting you now as your eyes flash, your body shakes; it's only a matter of time before you fully transform. When that time comes you'll love it, feed from it and take the souls of the innocent. You'll finally thrive, and do something useful with your life!"
"That day will cease to exist," Malachi states, voice firm. "I'm not going to change just so you can take the souls if the innocents again." His stance unwavering as he struggles to go back to his ocean hues.
"Oh son you may wish for that with your stupid acts of kindness, but it won't. It'll happen in such an empowering force that not even those god damn angels will be able to stop it!" He smiles in bloodthirsty triumph, "I'll finally be at my full power again after over twenty-one goddamn years! We'll overtake them and torture them until their begging for death! Mankind will be our slaves, as we'll finally be able to claim what's rightfully ours!" he beams in mirth.
His son looks up to him with absolute wrath, his eyes going back to their ocean blues after much struggle. "I don't care about your cruel, dreaded, evil ambitions! You only want me so you can become what you once were, a monster that I'm unwilling to help! I won't take innocent lives!" His voice is brimmed with unspoken sadness, not wanting to see a world such as that.
The father scoffs, "You have far too much hope for those humanoid idiots. They don't exist of happiness, and kindness." His face once again changes to what could be considered crazed happiness, "Besides in a few short months you'll come to age where you won't be able to control it, and then finally my years of waiting will be rewarded!" The father grits, hysterical with laughter.
"I won't let it happen," Malachi states in words laced with venom. "Find someone else to corrupt with your twisted ambitions!" he sneers as he appears to gain more control over his visual form.
"We'll see about that. It's only a matter of time." The father retreats, the never falling twisted smile resting upon his lips.
"When hell freezes over!" Malachi calls out to his father.
"Oh it will on this Earth!" He cackles from the hallway.
"Why did he have to come just to terrorize me in my own home?" The boy mumbles tossing the ball cap against the wall to run his hands through his inky strands. His face displaying a look of ever drowning sorrow, about to go tumbling down. "Well at least it's just you and me whisky." He aims to drink away his ever growing chest ache, but grunts in dissatisfaction seeing the shards scattered on the floor.
His eyes flash the bloodiest of reds for the slightest of seconds, before shaking it off. The demon in him longing to come out and play, as his father wanted. "Just shut up already!" He punches a wall, appearing to be talking to himself. "I'm not going to be that type of person. Why won't you listen? I don't need you." His stance drops lower, seeming exhausted fighting this hidden war in his head. "I'm nothing, useless, powerless," the words come out in a whispered tongue. Time seems to hold still several moments, before he grabs his jacket and runs out the door. "Fuck this!"
The scene is ended, the river back to its calming waves. I look towards my teacher, mentor, friend, mother – befuddlement showcased on my face. She brought me to this place, hidden beneath the forest greens to show me a snippet of an assumedly human problem. The thing is the two aren't per say human considering demon blood runs through their veins. The same demons that have the potential to destroy entire worlds if certain actions conspired.
He is a damned soul, if the cursed even has one. Being pressured to go towards darkness, and destruction by his over demanding father; which will ensure in the deadliest of wars between our world and theirs. A carnage surely no one can stray away from, unless resolution is found before time reaches the finish line.
Pushing a long, stray raven ringlet behind my ear I gather the gull to ask. "So what was today's purpose?"
It was rather overwhelming to watch the half twit; I have some begrudging sympathy for him, along with enough stress to cut a few years off a human's life.
Theresa, my teacher, my mother regards me, wearing the ghost of a smile upon her lips. Her long auburn waves suspended in such a way that frames her heart shaped face beautifully. There's a faraway look in her ocean hues as if submerged in thought. "You're going to help him."
Btw the two meet fairly soon.