Demonic Dreamers ©A story by Animegamer2007
Chapter 7: Kyo's Past
My cigarette gleamed in my hand as I breathed in the desert emptiness… warm and lonely. The lights in the casino dimmed as Lena and Freddy walked out onto the stage for a dance duel. I put more of my body weight against the brick wall; the sword pressing into my back but not breaking the skin.
Without warning the sword began to vibrate lightly. I was not surprised; it did that quite often by the "Lady Luck". No doubt someone was cheating in one of the various games there. I sighed and stamped out the remainder of the cigarette. "What now, Sword?"
As if in response, it started to vibrate more violently and pulsate with startling fury. It started to glow with a faint light and sing from its rapid throbs…pulling me slightly to the right.
"…The Hell? What? In the alley?"
"Relax, Kyo. It's not of your doing… the sword of the spirit senses evil on its own, mine to be precise." Said a womanly voice in a black cloak beside me.
"Holy Hell!" I shouted in surprise. "I didn't even see you there."
"Of course not… I just got here." She said.
"Who are you?" I ask in curiosity. The blade quaked on my back.
"No one worth mentioning… at least not yet."
"Really? Well, I don't have time to mess with the likes of you."
"Why?" she asks as she begins to circle me.
"You ask too many questions."
"Questions I want to ask are not always answered correctly. Now, I ask you again… Why?"
"'Why?' what?"
"Why do you not wish to engage in combat with me? Why do you shun me before I've been introduced? Why do you hide from the demons that live within you?"
"Who are you?" I ask trembling from shock. How? How is it she read my memories like an open book, when even I alone cannot access its many labyrinths of secrets?
"I know much about you. I know why you're here…the name and origin of the sword you possess… the time and date your mother died… and the demon you try to hide inside." She whispered. She stuck out her hand from under the cloak and instantly my heart began to pulse with gut-wrenching pain. I struggled to suppress a shout and dropped to my knees.
She knew. She knew everything about me. Ever since my mother died when I was eight, I wandered around the city outskirts with a small ache inside. Everyday it began to grow and grow and everyday it hurt more and more. The pain never really subsided.
"Ha! The darkness in your heart intensifies! You controlled it once but I guarantee you won't be able to restrain it for long!"
The pain's intensity wouldn't let up. I had to get rid of this bitch. I hoisted myself to my feet staring at the ground; a twinge started in each of my eyes. I could feel that she was startled.
"What makes you think that I can't control my own Demons!" I growled. I glanced at her and without a second thought threw the sword directly at her heart. I heard a scream and the sound of metal latching into brick. The pain instantly subsided. I look up.
She was gone! Not a scrap of her flesh remained, nothing except a black cloak and a sword pinning it to the brick wall across the street lingered.
I stared at the street, panting with sweat pouring down my face like a leaky faucet. A small piece of cloth caught my attention.
It was an old Nazi symbol… tattered and slightly burned on one corner. But something was different. It had a blackened goat head for a background. The insignia of the devil…