Since one of you asked so nicely, I will update. I hope you like the chapter. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go pass out…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own VicTORious….
Demon Regele a trecut (Demon King of the Past) Jade's POV-After school the same day as the meeting with Sikowitz
I stumbled into my room, heart racing and limbs shaking. Something was wrong with me, had been for the past few days. I couldn't remember the drive home, or how I woke up this morning. What did I have for dinner last night? What did I say to Cat? It felt like something had a hold on my throat, and it was hard for me to breathe.
"Cimmerian, what's happening to me?" I gripped the back of my rolling desk chair. The plastic crinkled under my fingers, straining against the force. Tremors were racking my body, and I couldn't control my movements. "Cimmerian, did you hear me?"
I collapsed to my knees, the ceiling being the last thing I saw.
Cimmerian's Inner Sanctum (aka Jade's mind)
"Cimm? What happened to this place?" I took in my surroundings, rubbing the back of my head, feeling the dull throb. The normally red, blue and purple room was stained with black, making it appear sinister and deadly. I took a cautious step forward, seeing chains cast upon the floor. I heard a groan coming from a dim corner. "Cimm, is that you?"
"Jade…" I ran over to the voice, getting almost every chain caught on my feet. Finally reaching the haggard form, I noticed he was crucified. His head was cast towards the ceiling, and black blood was dripping from his temples. His face showed a painful grimace, his teeth bared and eyes closed. His wrists were ruined, skin hanging from the manacles clasped around them.
"Cimm, what happened to you?" I moved in front of him, reaching out towards the metal that cut across his torso. His chest was heaving, each breath looking more agonizing than the last. He brought his head down, looking at me with bloodshot eyes.
"I never meant for this to happen. They were supposed to make you stronger. I didn't know that you would be the catalyst to this event. I thought that I could stop them…" He stopped, blue eyes brimmed with tears. I never thought I would see the day of this entity brought to this state. The metal burned my fingers, making me pull my hands back. Taking his head in my hands, I looked him in the eye.
"Who are they?" Searching his eyes for the answer, I heard laughter coming from behind me. I spun on my heels to see three demons watching my every move. They were nonchalantly standing there, pale skinned, dark suits, red eyes. They looked identical in the closest sense, almost like triplets.
"You are probably wondering who could have done this to your poor dear mentor, Cimmerian." One of the males said, slicking his black hair back against his head. He had a sharp trimmed goatee that matched his pointed eyebrows.
"We are Dmytro, Iryna, and Marko, the three original hosts of the Black Ring. We three were the most powerful demons that walked the dusty earth. We were a force to be reckoned with, until he came along." The female demon, now known as Iryna, had a thick accent and long dark hair. She was slightly shorter than Marko and Dmytro, with a hook nose that set her apart from her masculine partners.
"My brother, Dmytro, and sister, Iryna, believed that this was the perfect time to strike against you, our new host. You are one of the weakest we have ever had to deal with, thus, making you the easiest and the prime target for our plan. You see, Cimmerian was created to keep us at bay due to our running rampant across the land. Our thirst for destruction was what brought your ancestors to drag us into servitude, where we would lie in wait for the perfect time to strike." Marko showed his sharp teeth, stained red with blood. His black suit was pristine, not an imperfection in sight.
"You were the ideal host, we had built our strengths by influencing your ancestors to give us to only the most desired and troubled demons. Thus, the seven sins were gathered, including our own of gluttony." Dmytro stroked his goatee and stuck his other hand in his pocket. I could see the sheen of his claws, and the red that marked them.
"Envy" Iryna's eyes shimmered darkly.
"And sloth" Marko picked at his teeth with disinterest. "It was due to me that my brother and sister had to wait so long, but my sinful patience paid its due with you. You are what we have been sitting around dealing with the ignorance of the other hosts. Gathering our strength and lying in the abyss he held us captive in, we waited for the perfect time to strike. He has worn you down with his constant training, and little did he know that he was preparing you for us. Now that he is out of commission, you are ready to be taken under our command." The trio took a step closer to me, in unison, definitely creepy.
"Jade, you need to get out of here. Please, get help!" Cimmerian whispered behind me. His voice was weak and hoarse, almost like he had completely given up. I glanced back to see his head hung low, mouth agape, and eyes closed. His hands hung limply in the chains, and his body sagged. He was barely breathing.
"Cimmerian, stay with me. Tell me what to do!" I yanked his head back up, slapping his cheeks lightly. Getting no response, I turned back to the three. They had come closer, and were only a few feet away from us.
"Silly princess, he is of no use to you. Now, come quietly, and there will be no more damage." Marko held out a hand, palm down in an aggressive manner. He had a wide grin, and his posture showed dominance.
"No, I won't let you. You can't do this." I backed up, trying to put more distance between us. My attempts were halted as a chain slithered up to my ankles. I saw Iryna's hand going in swirling motions by her side.
"Oh, believe us, we can. You have nothing to stop us, and no one is here to save you." Dmytro moved closer, matching his siblings' grins. He raised his hands, and twisted them up. Chains wrapped themselves around my chest and arms, bringing me to the same position as Cimmerian.
"No! This is my body, and I am in control!" I struggled against the new restraints, my limbs thrashing wildly. Marko knelt before me, bringing a hand to cup my chin.
"You no longer have a say in any matters. We have been waiting an eternity. Here we are, and nobody can here you scream. Feel free to keep tabs on what we do, because we will take baby steps. Seclusion is our first step, slavery is our second, the third step, well, you know what that is." His eyes were glittered with red and black, his hand burning my flesh. His chuckle turned into a maniacal laugh, and Iryna and Dmytro joined in with his cackle.
Outside of Jade's mind (Jade's room)-Mr. West's POV
"Ah, a great day to be us, hm?" My daughter brushed her hands down her ruffled clothes. She had been screaming incoherent sentences in her room, and I had come up to investigate. I may be the ruthless Demon King, but I care for my demon spawn as much as any parent. I had been witness to her shouting out her last sentence, before her aura disappeared entirely. A darker aura took her place, one that mirrored my ancestors' malice and disdain of the present.
"Jadelyn, what is the meaning of this?" I looked at our reflections in the mirror. I saw myself, a middle-aged human-like being with slightly grayed hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. I was a foot taller than her, and she got most of her looks from her mother. It was sad, that she had her tendencies to be kind to humans. I blamed the angels Beck and Caterina for her sympathies towards the lesser beings. She simply could not leave the latter alone. I was beginning to think she had other feelings than those of the platonic kind.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Her voice was different from normal. I cocked my head to the side, noticing how her reflection shimmered, showing three other entities. I advanced towards my daughter, wanting answers.
"Not ever has my daughter ever called me such title. Thusly, you cannot be mine. What are you doing to my daughter?" I grabbed Jade by the shoulders, noticing the red instead of my own crystal blue. I bared my sharp fangs, hoping to intimidate the unknown entity.
"We must really learn to act like our host, if we cannot fool dear ol' poppa. We are not you daughter, we are the original three." My daughter's lips curled to an evil smile. My eyes widened, realizing who I was dealing with.
"Marko? Is that you?" I looked at him critically, not believing what I was hearing.
"In the flesh, in a sense, you could say. Antonio Westorvia, son of Gregorio and Kelira Westorvia, descendent of Shrym Westorvia. So nice to meet the Demon King of this era." The demon shrugged my daughter's shoulders, my hands falling from them. I didn't understand what was happening. The first King was standing before me, but in my daughter's body. I was stuck between being awestruck and fearing for my daughter's life.
"What have you done to her?" I growled, knowing full well that the historic king was the most powerful of the generations. I would have no effect on him, but I would try my damnedest to save my spawn. Marko's response was to grab me by my throat and lift me from the ground.
"Oh, don't worry, your little baby girl is safe and sound inside her own mind. My brother, sister and I plan on enabling our destiny, and finally take over this dreadful planet. What are you going to do about this, King?" Her voice growled at me. I could hear Marko's voice underlying her feminine tone adding to the effect.
"Not going to let you, of course." I hated to do this, hurting my own daughter. She wasn't herself, and I wasn't sure if me attacking her would hurt him or her more. I had to take the risk. It was my duty as the present King to keep the balance between good and evil equal. Believe it or not, I was the one who kept the world from spinning into chaos. I kicked both of my feet into my daughter's gut, causing Marko to relinquish his grip. Dropping to my feet, I took my defensive stance and prepared to fight against my own child.
A week later-Jade's POV-Jade's mind
"Hm, you are not as weak as I had previously presumed. You are putting up quite a fight, Jadelyn. Why must you struggle so? I am merely bringing about what many a demon dreams of." Marko was sitting in Cimmerian's old throne which was now twisted so that it faced the two of us. Cimmerian had withered away, his muscled frame now resembling more of an anorexia victim. I had watched, helplessly as Marko had defeated my father with ease, using my own hands to turn him into a hell hound that obeyed my every demand. My mother soon followed suit, and Marko shrouded my home in darkness. He had stayed away from any public activities, delving into my mind for ways to perfect his act of me. Day by day, he had pushed my friends away, and changed my surroundings to one he preferred while Iryna and Dmytro paced in front of me. Every now and again, he would let them out to play, and they would go on private raids, garnering power from the other clans. I had fought against the restraints every minute, and as each one passed, an eternity of agony seized my system.
"I can't sit here and watch you destroy what I've tried so hard to keep. You can't believe how hard it is to deal with the temptations every single day. That's how strong I am, because I couldn't let myself ruin what I built for myself. Let me go!" I thrashed against the chains, knowing how futile it was again. Marko chuckled again, scratching his neck and lounging in the throne before leaning forward.
"You see, I cannot do as you wish. If only you would realize your full potential. See? I can just as easily conjure up a mirror in here as I can out there. I have been given ample time, and I do believe I have convinced your friends that you are feeling unwell. Perhaps they will leave us alone to our own devices, hm?" Just as he finished that, his head quirked to the side, like he just noticed something. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Of course, one of your friends simply does not know when to give up, now does she?"
"No, no, nonono. Please, don't hurt her." I saw a cloudy version of Cat in my bedroom, taking in the trashed surroundings. Marko glanced between me and the view.
"Oh? Is she special to you? I wonder what would happen if I killed her." Something clicked inside me, and I fought against the chains with all I could muster. I could feel the bite of the metal as it tore open the still healing wounds.
"You kill her, and I will end your reign with your still beating heart crushed between my fingers." I growled between the agony and the anger. I slumped in the restraints, my strength leaving me. "I can't live without her."
"Perhaps I shall keep her around, as my pet. If it would make you happy, I could let you have your way with her, as long as I get to keep a hold on the reins." Marko brought my eyes back to his, and the next words out of his mouth were "Hi, Kit Cat, so kind of you to join us."
Dun…dun…dun! Since one of you asked what started all of this, I gave you a peek. I hope you liked it. Anybody like my take on Jade's father? I don't really care what his real name is, so I made it up, like many of the names in this story. Sorry for sporadically updating. I'm just trying to give you guys enough to read. My reasons why, is that my summer is going to be very busy from now own. I'm heading up to work at camp, and leaving for Italy for two weeks. I'll try to update every Saturday or Sunday. If not, please forgive me! I mean you no harm at prolonging your suffering. Just hold on, and I'll make sure you enjoy the ride.