Hey, back with yet another chapter! Busta, I'm horribly sorry about your
flame, I saw what they said, and I think they should be pushed off a cliff
or something. Here, (pushes Kaos over to her.) Will he help?
Kaos: Uhhhhh. . . .
Chapter 23
The voice seemed to be weak and soft, but Demitri recognized it; it was certainly his mothers, he knew it.
"But where?" He thought.
"Demitri. . ." The voice called out again, weaker now than before. "Help me. . ."
Demi was becoming anxious. What was happening to her? Where WAS she? "Mother, where are you?!" He yelled out into the gloomy forest. Only moments after he had called, there was a loud cry of pain somewhere to Demi's right. He snapped his head over into that direction and tore off.
There was another scream. Demi didn't stop; the sound only motivated him to move faster. The trees around him seemed as only streaks to him as he dashed by them.
Finally, he was emerged into a clearing. Moonlight seemed to gleam down specifically into the middle of the clearing, where a colossal tree stood. Nailed to its trunk with energy spikes of some sort was Demi's mother. Her arms and legs were pinned by the spires. Her long, ebony hair hung into her face, her head resting on her chest.
"M-MOTHER!" Demi gasped. He charged forward to save her, but as he neared the tree, he slammed into an invisible wall of sorts, being thrown backwards a few feet. He sat on the ground and stared up at his mother.
She feebly lifted her head and gazed down at her son with brilliant silvery eyes. Her face was drenched with sweat, tears and blood, but she opened her mouth to speak.
"Demitri. . .my son. . .I'm sorry." She said hoarsely. Her face now held a look of wretched pain as she spoke, the words seeming to only cause her more grief.
Demi sprung up from the ground, laying himself flat onto the invisible force field. He put both hands up onto it, and stared at his mother, tear beginning to well up. "Mom, don't speak, don't say anything. . .I—"
"Demi. . ." His mother began weakly. "Why did you let me die?"
Demi's eye's widened in shock. The question confused him. "What?"
"You could have helped me. . .It's your fault I'm dead."
Demi came off of the shield and shook his head in disbelief. "What are you saying? I-I" The memories of his mother's death came back to him. He remembered the entire desolate day. He wasn't remembering. No, it felt more like someone was holding him, forcing him to watch it happen again.
Demi could only stare in aw at his father's fight. They were out in a small field on the outskirts of a forest. There were two demons, one a female, the other male. The male looked like a large, strong human man, but not quite; his hands were disfigured with large, bony claws protruding from them. His back was also misshapen, with what looked like spiky backbone jutting from under the skin. His face extended out somewhat, like a cats or something, and he had large fangs that glistened with sticky saliva as he hissed fiercely.
The woman demon looked like what Demi's father had called a succubus; large, leathery, bat like wings came from her otherwise perfect back, but her face seemed to hold an evil look to it, her eyes gleaming brightly even under the light of a full moon.
For a human, Demitri's father was doing considerably well to fend off the demons. He came around with a spin attack with his rapier, giving the male demon one deep slash in the lower arm. With a yowl of pain, the demon swung out at Demitri's father, but the man parried and rolled behind the devil. Before he could get in a swipe again, the female was after him, trying to avenge the blow he'd struck to her partner. He jumped up and ran up the demon man's body, landing behind him. It was mostly luck that was keeping the human alive, but his streak of luck wouldn't last much longer. The middle-aged human was beginning to tire from this twenty-minute battle, and the demons seemed to never fatigue.
Demi didn't know his father's weakness. "You can do it daddy!" He cheered. Demi had been instructed to keep away from the battle and to wait until it was over. He thought his dad was winning, and didn't even notice when his father was gashed in the throat. The male demon shoulder butted the man away, sending him rolling across the ground as blood poured from the wound in his neck.
Demi was a bit surprised by his fathers tumble, but he hopped up and down, cheering for him to get back up.
His father didn't move.
Demi stood, silent for a minute, knowing that any moment now his father would spring back up and into the fight, to keep his son from trouble.
"Dad?"
Now the demons were turning their attention to the child, the female glaring maliciously at him. Drool trickled down the male demons mouth as he gazed at the child. They were still a good thirty feet away.
"He'll make a tender snack." The male devil said gruffly.
Demi stepped back, somewhat uneasy. His dad would help him; he'd come and smite both demons.
"Dad!" Demi called out in a shaky voice.
No response. Demi's father continued to lie upon the ground, motionless. The devils had now halved their distance from the boy. Fifteen. . .fourteen. . .thirteen feet now. Demi could now see every outline of the devil man's wicked and demonic face. A horribly sickening feeling fell over Demi as mixed thoughts ran through his mind.
"Dad, help! Is he okay? God, their too close, gotta get away. Gotta get to mommy, gotta get away. He's gonna slash me!"
Demi tripped over his own feet just as the devil man took a swipe at him with his bloody, skeletal claws. Now the child was on the ground, helpless. This was it; the end was near.
Just as the man came down at Demi, there was a bright blue light that illuminated the entire area. The demon's both seemed to writhe in pain, grabbing at their faces and stumbling backward. Demi just stared at them both as they seemed to smolder and their skin formed large, filthy boils. The succubus devil had been rather gorgeous, but now her face was swollen with cysts, and she screeched and howled out in agony.
Demi felt someone or something take hold of his shoulder, uprooting him from the ground. In alarm, Demi glared up to see his mother holding him.
"It's okay Demitri, I've got you!" His mother cried as she ran. Demi turned his head back, trying to get a view of his father.
"What about daddy?"
"Don't worry right now, just hold on." His mother comforted. She dashed off into the forest, leaving the two devils to yowl.
After running for a good five minutes, Demi's mother slowed down and eventually stopped in a clearing, listening to see if she could hear anything. She took a good look around, only seeing within the clearing a large tree. Once she was confident that nothing was nearby, she sat Demi on the ground. She then sat down next to him.
"Mommy, what happened?" Demi asked, staring at a wound he hadn't taken note of before on his mother's head. There was a long gash across her forehead that let blood trickle from it slowly.
"Nothing honey, just stay quiet for a moment." His mother said soothingly as she wiped some blood away from her eyebrow. She listened intently as there was a loud snapping sound. After a second snap, Demi's mother grabbed him up quickly and made him hide in of some bushes on the outside of the vicinity. "Stay here."
"Where are you going mommy?" Demi asked just as his mother began to turn from him.
His mother turned and smiled to him. "I'm going to see what that was, okay?"
"What if. . .you don't come back?"
His mother frowned. "I called your uncle to come and help. He's on his way now. Don't worry hun, I'll be okay."
Demi nodded reluctantly and watched his mother turn, still smiling. Unfortunately, it would be the last time he saw her smile.
Within moments of his mother's departure, Demi heard her scream out, still quite close by. He poked his head from the brush and saw his mother's figure, leaned against the giant tree. She was somewhat shielded from his vision by the trunk of the tree. Standing next to her was a man. He looked like a warrior or a noble of some sort, wearing a cape and armor. There was a strange, gnarled blade in his hand and his hair was dark black, with a purplish tint to it. He seemed to be laughing, sneering at Demi's mother.
Demi's mother leapt from the ground and tried to attack the man. He only put an arm out, making the woman stop in mid air. He flicked his hand slightly and his mother's body was sent into the tree. She seemed pinned to it, but the man lifted his other hand and large blue spikes of energy shot from it, piercing into Demi's mother's arms and legs. She let out a howl of pain as they stuck deep into her flesh, then she only glared up at her assailant.
The man smiled evilly at the woman. "Where is your child, Fiana? Where have you put him?"
Fiana closed her eyes and laughed. "I'll never let you have my son. You can't take him from—"
The man pounded his fist into her stomach, causing her to end her sentence short. "I'm not a man to be known for his patience, so I'd suggest you tell me where the boy is, now." He commanded smoothly.
Fiana recovered quickly from the blow. She glared wickedly at the man, her eyes glowing silver. "He'd never do as you sold him, even if you could find him."
The man stood, becoming upset now. "The boy, tell me now!"
"I'd rather rot in hell!"
The man smirked cruelly. "As you wish, dear Fiana." He brought his weapon up and stabbed it deep into Fiana's chest. She gasped and struggled with the blade for a moment, then slowly fell still. Demi anxiously moved some, trying to get a better look at his mother. His activities obviously caused a bit of noise, because the man turned his attention toward Demitri's direction and began approaching him.
Demi noticed his advancement and tried to back up some into the bushes. He could still see the man coming forward.
That's when there was a loud blast. One that caused Demi to yelp and caused the man to reel back in pain, turning away from Demi's direction. In the opening of the clearing Demi could see a human figure with graying hair. He recognized the figure almost immediately to be Marcus, a man who he had grown to call uncle. In Marcus's hand was a sawed off, 12 gauge. He popped it open, cramming another shell in as the other casing came out.
The man held a large wound that had been blasted into his side, glaring fiercely at Marcus and growled. Marcus kept his gun pointed at his head, ready to blast at the first sign of movement.
"You devil!" Marcus yelled gruffly as he proceeded to withdraw a small bottle from a pouch on his side with his gun free hand. The man stared at the bottle, knowing damn well that it was holy water.
The man smirked. He knew there was no way he'd be able to move fast enough to attack the human. Not with his wound, anyways. The human had the upper hand, and that wouldn't change for at least five minutes, which is about how long it would take for his wound to heal. The demon man knew that this human would not be giving him the time to heal up.
"It seems you've foiled by plans." The devil laughed, holding his side. He closed his eyes and seemed to fade some. "It doesn't matter. I suppose I'll be waiting a while for the child. . ."
Marcus wouldn't listen to another word. He squeezed the trigger, and with another loud blast the bullet shot. However, the shot seemed to warp around the fading devil and went off into the forest.
The devil turned to Demi, who was now coming from the bushes. He smiled wickedly. "I won't forget about you. That I can promise." As he spoke, he disappeared completely, and now all was silent within the forest.
That was how Demi remembered his parent's murder. He never had understood why the demon's had been after him or for what reason.
Now within the forest once again, Demi stared at his mother in disbelief. How could she say that it was his fault she was gone? Although, as he thought about it, since the demons were after HIM, it was his fault. . .
"Demi, you could have given yourself to the demons. You could have saved me." Fiana said sadly.
"No!" Demi protested, looking down at his feet. "I didn't know! I just did what you told me!"
"You're a murderer, Demitri. . ." His mother hissed.
At this, Demi looked up to his mother, to see an evil glare in her eyes. He stepped back, realizing what he had forgotten. He remembered Izra and the visions from before.
He began to laugh. "This is just an illusion! This isn't real at all!" Demi laughed angrily. "You aren't my mother!"
"Demi, I am—"
"SHUT UP!" Demi interrupted, clenching his fists and looking back at the ground. He shook his head. "You aren't my mother! You're just an illusion that that stupid succubus Izra created!"
Fiana stared at him for a moment, then sighed. She suddenly disappeared, leaving the entire clearing silent.
"Well, well. I'm impressed." Izra's voice said from somewhere. "I didn't think you'd catch on so quickly." She seemed to giggle lightly now.
Demi stood, looking at the grass in front of him. His hands shaking as he clenched them only harder. "You're tricks won't work on me anymore. I know what I see here isn't real, so they can't harm me. You might as well come out and fight."
"Oh? Who ever said it COULDN'T hurt you?"
From behind Demi came the sound of foot falls. As he turned, he found himself face to face with the devil who killed his mother; black purple hair, cape, armor and all. Demi could only stare in surprise. He looked horribly familiar. In fact, Demi had just seen him today in the caves.
"Demi, I'd like you to say hello to my master and lord, Gaul."
Leaving it there, because I'm evil. Review and I'll have more soon!!
Kaos: Uhhhhh. . . .
Chapter 23
The voice seemed to be weak and soft, but Demitri recognized it; it was certainly his mothers, he knew it.
"But where?" He thought.
"Demitri. . ." The voice called out again, weaker now than before. "Help me. . ."
Demi was becoming anxious. What was happening to her? Where WAS she? "Mother, where are you?!" He yelled out into the gloomy forest. Only moments after he had called, there was a loud cry of pain somewhere to Demi's right. He snapped his head over into that direction and tore off.
There was another scream. Demi didn't stop; the sound only motivated him to move faster. The trees around him seemed as only streaks to him as he dashed by them.
Finally, he was emerged into a clearing. Moonlight seemed to gleam down specifically into the middle of the clearing, where a colossal tree stood. Nailed to its trunk with energy spikes of some sort was Demi's mother. Her arms and legs were pinned by the spires. Her long, ebony hair hung into her face, her head resting on her chest.
"M-MOTHER!" Demi gasped. He charged forward to save her, but as he neared the tree, he slammed into an invisible wall of sorts, being thrown backwards a few feet. He sat on the ground and stared up at his mother.
She feebly lifted her head and gazed down at her son with brilliant silvery eyes. Her face was drenched with sweat, tears and blood, but she opened her mouth to speak.
"Demitri. . .my son. . .I'm sorry." She said hoarsely. Her face now held a look of wretched pain as she spoke, the words seeming to only cause her more grief.
Demi sprung up from the ground, laying himself flat onto the invisible force field. He put both hands up onto it, and stared at his mother, tear beginning to well up. "Mom, don't speak, don't say anything. . .I—"
"Demi. . ." His mother began weakly. "Why did you let me die?"
Demi's eye's widened in shock. The question confused him. "What?"
"You could have helped me. . .It's your fault I'm dead."
Demi came off of the shield and shook his head in disbelief. "What are you saying? I-I" The memories of his mother's death came back to him. He remembered the entire desolate day. He wasn't remembering. No, it felt more like someone was holding him, forcing him to watch it happen again.
Demi could only stare in aw at his father's fight. They were out in a small field on the outskirts of a forest. There were two demons, one a female, the other male. The male looked like a large, strong human man, but not quite; his hands were disfigured with large, bony claws protruding from them. His back was also misshapen, with what looked like spiky backbone jutting from under the skin. His face extended out somewhat, like a cats or something, and he had large fangs that glistened with sticky saliva as he hissed fiercely.
The woman demon looked like what Demi's father had called a succubus; large, leathery, bat like wings came from her otherwise perfect back, but her face seemed to hold an evil look to it, her eyes gleaming brightly even under the light of a full moon.
For a human, Demitri's father was doing considerably well to fend off the demons. He came around with a spin attack with his rapier, giving the male demon one deep slash in the lower arm. With a yowl of pain, the demon swung out at Demitri's father, but the man parried and rolled behind the devil. Before he could get in a swipe again, the female was after him, trying to avenge the blow he'd struck to her partner. He jumped up and ran up the demon man's body, landing behind him. It was mostly luck that was keeping the human alive, but his streak of luck wouldn't last much longer. The middle-aged human was beginning to tire from this twenty-minute battle, and the demons seemed to never fatigue.
Demi didn't know his father's weakness. "You can do it daddy!" He cheered. Demi had been instructed to keep away from the battle and to wait until it was over. He thought his dad was winning, and didn't even notice when his father was gashed in the throat. The male demon shoulder butted the man away, sending him rolling across the ground as blood poured from the wound in his neck.
Demi was a bit surprised by his fathers tumble, but he hopped up and down, cheering for him to get back up.
His father didn't move.
Demi stood, silent for a minute, knowing that any moment now his father would spring back up and into the fight, to keep his son from trouble.
"Dad?"
Now the demons were turning their attention to the child, the female glaring maliciously at him. Drool trickled down the male demons mouth as he gazed at the child. They were still a good thirty feet away.
"He'll make a tender snack." The male devil said gruffly.
Demi stepped back, somewhat uneasy. His dad would help him; he'd come and smite both demons.
"Dad!" Demi called out in a shaky voice.
No response. Demi's father continued to lie upon the ground, motionless. The devils had now halved their distance from the boy. Fifteen. . .fourteen. . .thirteen feet now. Demi could now see every outline of the devil man's wicked and demonic face. A horribly sickening feeling fell over Demi as mixed thoughts ran through his mind.
"Dad, help! Is he okay? God, their too close, gotta get away. Gotta get to mommy, gotta get away. He's gonna slash me!"
Demi tripped over his own feet just as the devil man took a swipe at him with his bloody, skeletal claws. Now the child was on the ground, helpless. This was it; the end was near.
Just as the man came down at Demi, there was a bright blue light that illuminated the entire area. The demon's both seemed to writhe in pain, grabbing at their faces and stumbling backward. Demi just stared at them both as they seemed to smolder and their skin formed large, filthy boils. The succubus devil had been rather gorgeous, but now her face was swollen with cysts, and she screeched and howled out in agony.
Demi felt someone or something take hold of his shoulder, uprooting him from the ground. In alarm, Demi glared up to see his mother holding him.
"It's okay Demitri, I've got you!" His mother cried as she ran. Demi turned his head back, trying to get a view of his father.
"What about daddy?"
"Don't worry right now, just hold on." His mother comforted. She dashed off into the forest, leaving the two devils to yowl.
After running for a good five minutes, Demi's mother slowed down and eventually stopped in a clearing, listening to see if she could hear anything. She took a good look around, only seeing within the clearing a large tree. Once she was confident that nothing was nearby, she sat Demi on the ground. She then sat down next to him.
"Mommy, what happened?" Demi asked, staring at a wound he hadn't taken note of before on his mother's head. There was a long gash across her forehead that let blood trickle from it slowly.
"Nothing honey, just stay quiet for a moment." His mother said soothingly as she wiped some blood away from her eyebrow. She listened intently as there was a loud snapping sound. After a second snap, Demi's mother grabbed him up quickly and made him hide in of some bushes on the outside of the vicinity. "Stay here."
"Where are you going mommy?" Demi asked just as his mother began to turn from him.
His mother turned and smiled to him. "I'm going to see what that was, okay?"
"What if. . .you don't come back?"
His mother frowned. "I called your uncle to come and help. He's on his way now. Don't worry hun, I'll be okay."
Demi nodded reluctantly and watched his mother turn, still smiling. Unfortunately, it would be the last time he saw her smile.
Within moments of his mother's departure, Demi heard her scream out, still quite close by. He poked his head from the brush and saw his mother's figure, leaned against the giant tree. She was somewhat shielded from his vision by the trunk of the tree. Standing next to her was a man. He looked like a warrior or a noble of some sort, wearing a cape and armor. There was a strange, gnarled blade in his hand and his hair was dark black, with a purplish tint to it. He seemed to be laughing, sneering at Demi's mother.
Demi's mother leapt from the ground and tried to attack the man. He only put an arm out, making the woman stop in mid air. He flicked his hand slightly and his mother's body was sent into the tree. She seemed pinned to it, but the man lifted his other hand and large blue spikes of energy shot from it, piercing into Demi's mother's arms and legs. She let out a howl of pain as they stuck deep into her flesh, then she only glared up at her assailant.
The man smiled evilly at the woman. "Where is your child, Fiana? Where have you put him?"
Fiana closed her eyes and laughed. "I'll never let you have my son. You can't take him from—"
The man pounded his fist into her stomach, causing her to end her sentence short. "I'm not a man to be known for his patience, so I'd suggest you tell me where the boy is, now." He commanded smoothly.
Fiana recovered quickly from the blow. She glared wickedly at the man, her eyes glowing silver. "He'd never do as you sold him, even if you could find him."
The man stood, becoming upset now. "The boy, tell me now!"
"I'd rather rot in hell!"
The man smirked cruelly. "As you wish, dear Fiana." He brought his weapon up and stabbed it deep into Fiana's chest. She gasped and struggled with the blade for a moment, then slowly fell still. Demi anxiously moved some, trying to get a better look at his mother. His activities obviously caused a bit of noise, because the man turned his attention toward Demitri's direction and began approaching him.
Demi noticed his advancement and tried to back up some into the bushes. He could still see the man coming forward.
That's when there was a loud blast. One that caused Demi to yelp and caused the man to reel back in pain, turning away from Demi's direction. In the opening of the clearing Demi could see a human figure with graying hair. He recognized the figure almost immediately to be Marcus, a man who he had grown to call uncle. In Marcus's hand was a sawed off, 12 gauge. He popped it open, cramming another shell in as the other casing came out.
The man held a large wound that had been blasted into his side, glaring fiercely at Marcus and growled. Marcus kept his gun pointed at his head, ready to blast at the first sign of movement.
"You devil!" Marcus yelled gruffly as he proceeded to withdraw a small bottle from a pouch on his side with his gun free hand. The man stared at the bottle, knowing damn well that it was holy water.
The man smirked. He knew there was no way he'd be able to move fast enough to attack the human. Not with his wound, anyways. The human had the upper hand, and that wouldn't change for at least five minutes, which is about how long it would take for his wound to heal. The demon man knew that this human would not be giving him the time to heal up.
"It seems you've foiled by plans." The devil laughed, holding his side. He closed his eyes and seemed to fade some. "It doesn't matter. I suppose I'll be waiting a while for the child. . ."
Marcus wouldn't listen to another word. He squeezed the trigger, and with another loud blast the bullet shot. However, the shot seemed to warp around the fading devil and went off into the forest.
The devil turned to Demi, who was now coming from the bushes. He smiled wickedly. "I won't forget about you. That I can promise." As he spoke, he disappeared completely, and now all was silent within the forest.
That was how Demi remembered his parent's murder. He never had understood why the demon's had been after him or for what reason.
Now within the forest once again, Demi stared at his mother in disbelief. How could she say that it was his fault she was gone? Although, as he thought about it, since the demons were after HIM, it was his fault. . .
"Demi, you could have given yourself to the demons. You could have saved me." Fiana said sadly.
"No!" Demi protested, looking down at his feet. "I didn't know! I just did what you told me!"
"You're a murderer, Demitri. . ." His mother hissed.
At this, Demi looked up to his mother, to see an evil glare in her eyes. He stepped back, realizing what he had forgotten. He remembered Izra and the visions from before.
He began to laugh. "This is just an illusion! This isn't real at all!" Demi laughed angrily. "You aren't my mother!"
"Demi, I am—"
"SHUT UP!" Demi interrupted, clenching his fists and looking back at the ground. He shook his head. "You aren't my mother! You're just an illusion that that stupid succubus Izra created!"
Fiana stared at him for a moment, then sighed. She suddenly disappeared, leaving the entire clearing silent.
"Well, well. I'm impressed." Izra's voice said from somewhere. "I didn't think you'd catch on so quickly." She seemed to giggle lightly now.
Demi stood, looking at the grass in front of him. His hands shaking as he clenched them only harder. "You're tricks won't work on me anymore. I know what I see here isn't real, so they can't harm me. You might as well come out and fight."
"Oh? Who ever said it COULDN'T hurt you?"
From behind Demi came the sound of foot falls. As he turned, he found himself face to face with the devil who killed his mother; black purple hair, cape, armor and all. Demi could only stare in surprise. He looked horribly familiar. In fact, Demi had just seen him today in the caves.
"Demi, I'd like you to say hello to my master and lord, Gaul."
Leaving it there, because I'm evil. Review and I'll have more soon!!