To my mother, to my father,
It's your son or it's your daughter
Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me
Should I turn this up for you?
I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence get's us no where
Get's us no where way too fast
Staind, For You
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"Did you ask me if you could have this girl? No? That's okay, I like her too, I like to touch her…." Snickered Azrael.
"Shut it…." Damien pressed his body against the wall of the fun house as he tried to steady his shallow breathing. He hadn't liked running like that, but what else could he do. He genuinely liked Danny, he genuinely liked Jazz…. He shook his head, he'd been a fool to think this could ever work. He couldn't allow them to stumble upon the darkness within him, for their sakes. Within him he felt it pulsating, excited, knowing full well he was struggling to keep himself under control. Out of fear, both for his sanity and for the safety of others he moved deeper into the depths of this horrible place, into the hall of mirrors. From every angle, another reflection stared back at him.
"The time has come, you know it in your soul," The demon continued, sneering at his host from the glass. "For I AM your soul."
"What the hell all you talking about!" He screamed into the void before him, his reflection remained unflinching.
"Light cannot exist within something so consumed by darkness," Azrael moaned, taking in his pain and sipping at it tenderly, lovingly. "You are hollow. You are nothing but an empty shell, a rusty trap. Devoid of meaning and of life, you mock beauty and godliness by your very existence."
"You're quite the flatterer Az…" Damien sighed regaining his cool while closing the door behind him, sinking into a crouch against the cold wood. "Tell me something I don't know…"
"Your memories are tailored." The fallen sneered
"Right…" The possessed chuckled as he turned around, and moved to leave. Perhaps he could convince the others that his flight had been out of nervousness alone. Suddenly a blast of images raced across his mind. The swing of a knife, the crying of a fallen infant, the smell of burning flesh, screams and then he was back, having fallen to the floor in shock. "What was that?" He breathed, sweating furiously.
"A taste of truth… And There is plenty more where that came from."
"I refuse to be manipulated like this…" Damien groaned as he tried to lift himself off the floor, suddenly weakened by his vision. He crawled slowly toward the door.
"Smoldering, I burn you, burning you I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful. You cannot stop me, and you know it."
"SHUT UP!" Damien screamed as a pulse of dark energy emanated from his scar, moving across the room, shattering the mirrors and their images into thousands of broken shapes. The voice continued on, now as if a crowd were shouting at him.
"You scream to drown me out but your voice grows weak." The teen managed to push himself up onto one arm, before a wave of psychic pain forced him into submission as he fell to the glass covered floor.
A moment passed, but then the boy stood, laughing as he did so. His eyes opened revealing the once blue irises to be bright scarlet. "You cannot stop me, though you try running blindly toward the light only to find yourself in my waiting arms. Welcome home Damien…", He roared with laughter as an aura of pure dark energy began to build around his body, bending all light around him.
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"DANNY!" Jazz screamed, smacking him upside the head. "What the hell was that?" Her face was scarlet from a mix of embarrassment and rage. Having your crush chased off by your little brother and his friends as they stumble upon and thereby ruin what should have been a perfect moment.
"We were trying to save you!" Danny shouted
"FROM WHAT?" His sister groaned
"…….I'm not completely sure…"
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Azrael roared with laughter as he walked out of the back exit of the fun house, people looked up at him strangely as he stumbled forward, looking down at his clawed hands as he flexed them erratically. He flashed a fanged smile at a nearby hot dog vendor, before continuing on towards the parking area.
"First time in 200 years with a human body…." He smirked, "If I could get laid I'd totally go get some…" No sooner had he set his foot on the black top did he become aware of a large shadow falling across his path. He raised his eyes, and found himself looking at a very angry football star. He glanced around, acknowledging the large number of other jocks surrounding them, a few of them holding weapons. The Demon's eyes glowed luminous crimson in the dark. "Or I could do the next best thing, kill people."
Dash smiled at him before glancing back at his cohorts, "Let's do this boys…"
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It has been said that the nightmares never truly end, they live in a world of their own, replaying themselves over and over. It is in one such hell that the events surrounding Damien's birth have been condemned. It was in this abyss that, the boy himself had been sent by the demon's power.
The teen watched horror struck as two priests pummeled a young man, apparently a monk into the dirt. He rushed forward to help, but felt his hand pass through their bodies. "Ah… This is one of those they can't see or hear you type things…." Damien frowned, "That's irritating…" The attackers rose, one of them lifting the young man to his feet.
"Corruption and sin shall not be tolerated by the order. Vows to god shall not be broken lightly…" The taller of the two growled. Damien recognized all their habits as those from his childhood. The victim spat blood into the dirt, even with the two swollen lips and bleeding nose, the man looked familiar. The teen knelt and looked into the man's grey-green eyes, and gasped. This was a young Father Anjou, the dark blond hair and wound that would one day become his signature scar on the left cheek were a dead giveaway.
"Broken… vows…" Damien frowned, unable to make sense of the scene before him. This didn't make sense. He gazed down at the heaving, broken being before him and felt sickened by the state of the man for whom he had nothing but love. Somewhere deep down, he sensed that was about to change.
"The woman and child must be silenced, the abbot is not as forgiving as us." The figures grew blurry as the scene began to change. Where once the had been a secluded section of wood there was only the interior of a small stone hut. A woman with silky black hair and lavender eyes, stood over a bubbling pot, cradling a small babe in her arms. The door opened and Father Anjou walked in, she smiled at him, before noticing his tearing eyes. He embraced her lovingly, but Damien could see him pull a blade from within his robes.
"I'm so sorry…." He murmured, before plunging the dagger into her stomach. The woman's eyes widened as the pain wracked her body and she fell to her knees dropping the baby to the cold clay floor. The infant's cries pierced the silence as the young priest dropped the blade, horrified at the sins that were his alone. Damien felt like he was going to vomit. Father Anjou lifted the fallen baby, not even trying to conceal his tears. The rags that had covered the screaming child fell away and the on looking teen gasped at the black hair and blue eyes… He was the child born of this atrocity, soon to be abandoned in the nearby woods. As Father Anjou left the room, the dying woman on the floor moaned her last words. "I would give my soul to have him feel my pain…."
Little did she know the pain those wistful words would cause
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