Devil of my own
Chapter 1
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Change was the air, mortals knew more then they thought, especially a group of people who mastered the dark arts, people who foolishly flirted with the devil, expecting to be wooed into the bowels of hell with wide open arms. This group of people called themselves Melo-luciferians, they gathered every eve when the moon rose to its peek, swollen as if ready to burst with child. Cloaked in black, they come en mass to pay homage to the entity they called father. They'd chant and drink blood from a sacrificial lamb, warm and crimson they'd allow the life elixir to sluggishly drip from their mouths, to the alabaster flesh of they're virgin sacrifice. This eve it was a woman, endowed with all her womanly flesh, they would slice her tender flesh with the blade of a precious dagger allowing her blood to mix in with that of the lamb's, then and only then in the name of the father of darkness would they take their pleasure from between her milky thighs until they were all well and sated.
No one knew of this cult, only those who carried the mark of the 'father' knew of them, and those chosen few whom where trusted enough to be let into this secret cult. The chosen where branded with the insignia of two black broken wings with the blood dripping from each one, pooling at the bottom. This mark was placed differently, depending on the gender and looks of the chosen, if the chosen was male then the insignia would be placed between his shoulder blades and chest, if the chosen was a girl the mark would be branded on the lower part of the hip, towards the groin. But those who naturally carried the sign of the 'father' were special, those were the people the melo-lucifariens doggedly searched for, they were hunted and promised a good and trouble free life if they joined the right path and allowed the 'father' to baptize them into darkness.
Duo Maxwell happened to be one of those people born with the mark of the 'father' but he being the innocent that he was knew not what it stood for, duo was one of the very rare ones born with two insignias. One was located high above his clavicle almost kissing his neck, but not quiet, this birthmark was of a white dove and the other situated at the lower part of his groin, was of the of the two black broken wings and the blood. To him these where just birthmarks that didn't seem to want to fade no matter what special cream he tried, in fact it seemed as he grew older the marks became clearer and much more defined.
He learned to live with them for sixteen years of his life and just as long as he had clothes to cover them he just pretty much pretend like they didn't exist. So it came as a surprise when he prepared himself to hop out of bed and cook breakfast, he noticed that the two spots where his 'birthmarks' were located, began to burn, as if someone held a lighter against each location. He winced in pain as he headed for the nearest mirror, which was located two rooms away in the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed when he reached the full length mirror, was that not only was his skin blazing, but both 'birthamrks' marks where glowing, each with a unique color of its own. The dove gleamed a whitish violet, while the other the lower part of his groin shimmered black and crimson red. He wanted the burning to stop, so he ran the taps as cold as they could get, then he picked up a white cloth and soaked it until it was dripping, he squeezed the water out and brought the cloth to first sooth the burning at his groin.
He blissfully sighed as he felt the cool effect of the wet cloth, then he brought it up to his collar bone and did the same action. This went on for about ten minutes until the burning had cooled off to a comforting warmness and though they both glowed, it didn't give his any discomfort and that's all he cared about. He didn't want to know why his marks suddenly began to take a life of its own, because he had too much on his mind to worry about things that didn't need worrying. So he turned off the taps and walked out of the bathroom, and made to take a beeline for the indoor gym when the high shrill of the phone caused him to take a detour. He picked up the black cordless and put it against his ear. "Hello?" he quietly asked. "Didn't I tell you not to answer the phone?" came the rough voice of the man whom took care of him, his master. "Then why are you calling?" he softly retorted, and realized with utter distress his mistake. "I'm sorry," he tried to apologize. "We'll see how sorry you are when I get home," was the subtle threat. "I-okay." He obediently answered. "You're staying in today" it wasn't posed as a question, but was an order meant to be followed without any questions. Duo frowned, he had to go out and buy groceries, the fridge was emptying fast and he needed food. As if reading his mind, the man on the other line said. "Mr. Chang will be passing by to drop off some groceries and whatever else you need. I do not want you outside. Do you hear me?" "Yes" he sighed. "Good, until tonight then, and remember Duo do not pick up the phone again. Understood?" "Yes" the line went dead and sighed once more while putting down the phone.
Change was the air, mortals knew more then they thought, especially a group of people who mastered the dark arts, people who foolishly flirted with the devil, expecting to be wooed into the bowels of hell with wide open arms. This group of people called themselves Melo-luciferians, they gathered every eve when the moon rose to its peek, swollen as if ready to burst with child. Cloaked in black, they come en mass to pay homage to the entity they called father. They'd chant and drink blood from a sacrificial lamb, warm and crimson they'd allow the life elixir to sluggishly drip from their mouths, to the alabaster flesh of they're virgin sacrifice. This eve it was a woman, endowed with all her womanly flesh, they would slice her tender flesh with the blade of a precious dagger allowing her blood to mix in with that of the lamb's, then and only then in the name of the father of darkness would they take their pleasure from between her milky thighs until they were all well and sated.
No one knew of this cult, only those who carried the mark of the 'father' knew of them, and those chosen few whom where trusted enough to be let into this secret cult. The chosen where branded with the insignia of two black broken wings with the blood dripping from each one, pooling at the bottom. This mark was placed differently, depending on the gender and looks of the chosen, if the chosen was male then the insignia would be placed between his shoulder blades and chest, if the chosen was a girl the mark would be branded on the lower part of the hip, towards the groin. But those who naturally carried the sign of the 'father' were special, those were the people the melo-lucifariens doggedly searched for, they were hunted and promised a good and trouble free life if they joined the right path and allowed the 'father' to baptize them into darkness.
Duo Maxwell happened to be one of those people born with the mark of the 'father' but he being the innocent that he was knew not what it stood for, duo was one of the very rare ones born with two insignias. One was located high above his clavicle almost kissing his neck, but not quiet, this birthmark was of a white dove and the other situated at the lower part of his groin, was of the of the two black broken wings and the blood. To him these where just birthmarks that didn't seem to want to fade no matter what special cream he tried, in fact it seemed as he grew older the marks became clearer and much more defined.
He learned to live with them for sixteen years of his life and just as long as he had clothes to cover them he just pretty much pretend like they didn't exist. So it came as a surprise when he prepared himself to hop out of bed and cook breakfast, he noticed that the two spots where his 'birthmarks' were located, began to burn, as if someone held a lighter against each location. He winced in pain as he headed for the nearest mirror, which was located two rooms away in the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed when he reached the full length mirror, was that not only was his skin blazing, but both 'birthamrks' marks where glowing, each with a unique color of its own. The dove gleamed a whitish violet, while the other the lower part of his groin shimmered black and crimson red. He wanted the burning to stop, so he ran the taps as cold as they could get, then he picked up a white cloth and soaked it until it was dripping, he squeezed the water out and brought the cloth to first sooth the burning at his groin.
He blissfully sighed as he felt the cool effect of the wet cloth, then he brought it up to his collar bone and did the same action. This went on for about ten minutes until the burning had cooled off to a comforting warmness and though they both glowed, it didn't give his any discomfort and that's all he cared about. He didn't want to know why his marks suddenly began to take a life of its own, because he had too much on his mind to worry about things that didn't need worrying. So he turned off the taps and walked out of the bathroom, and made to take a beeline for the indoor gym when the high shrill of the phone caused him to take a detour. He picked up the black cordless and put it against his ear. "Hello?" he quietly asked. "Didn't I tell you not to answer the phone?" came the rough voice of the man whom took care of him, his master. "Then why are you calling?" he softly retorted, and realized with utter distress his mistake. "I'm sorry," he tried to apologize. "We'll see how sorry you are when I get home," was the subtle threat. "I-okay." He obediently answered. "You're staying in today" it wasn't posed as a question, but was an order meant to be followed without any questions. Duo frowned, he had to go out and buy groceries, the fridge was emptying fast and he needed food. As if reading his mind, the man on the other line said. "Mr. Chang will be passing by to drop off some groceries and whatever else you need. I do not want you outside. Do you hear me?" "Yes" he sighed. "Good, until tonight then, and remember Duo do not pick up the phone again. Understood?" "Yes" the line went dead and sighed once more while putting down the phone.