The demon inside.
By: LemonSherbert
Chapter 9: Demon of the apocalypse.
I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are owned by the creator of Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima, do enjoy and don't forget to review.
He growled as he stomped down the hall, how dare that little human interfere! Such a mundane, arrogant human boy and he screwed up everything, if he'd have just stayed out of it then all of this would be a whole lot easier. His pale green eyes scanned the distorted paintings of mythical Demons slaying humans and dragging them down to a fiery world below. The old ones sure did enjoy seeing these where as he, he thought it was distasteful, such barbaric figures, Demons were beautiful, they always were and yet there painters made them monsters. It angered him something chronic and he tore his gaze from the insulting tapestries, he had more problems to worry about than what humans painted them as. The halls were dark and lit only by torches, making him scoff, it was truly like he was in the dark ages as he walked towards the wooden, double doors with large, brass, ring handles. His gut twisted with worry, no, he can't worry, he just... he couldn't see her hurt the way they were going to when they found her, he hoped to make it as painless as possible. He thought about snapping her neck but the thought of having to feel the life be torn from her didn't sit to well with his heart. With a sigh and shaking the feeling from him, he placed the skull over his head, hiding the scars as his tail swished from side to side and he put his hand on the brass handles. He plastered on his arrogant smile and pushed the door open a circle of fifteen chairs were displayed and dark figures sat in them, if it wasn't for the fact he knew better then he would have mistaken them for being dead. Their breathing was barely audible and they sat as still as statues, one single, round bowl of burning coal lit the circle room but not enough to light their faces thought their eyes glowed eerily in different colours.
"Hello lower Demon... I assume your task was fulfilled" came a gruff, old voice thick with age and he turned towards the glowing, bright yellow cat eyes. He wanted to nod but they knew if he lied and instead he stood silent, what could he do? They would tear her apart just to prove a point.
"A human interfered... I didn't manage to do it b-but give me time and I will!" He exclaimed and there was a chorus of evil laughter that made him sick to the stomach. For the love of god all he had to do was kill her or try and get her to feed but she was too damn stubborn, he didn't want to hurt her anymore but she was going to die.
"We don't have time, if she isn't made an example of then other Demons will want to live like humans and that is not what our kind do we are feared for a reason and that is how we will stay!" A croaky, feminine voice snarled and he turned to see dark purple, luminescent eyes glaring at him.
"She will die, I just... didn't think it would be this hard..." he confessed and the room went silent as the weight of his words sunk in. "She's my sister... I didn't want to hurt her..." his mouth opened without him thinking and he stared around the room, forgetting who he was dealing with.
"Is that compassion you're showing Jeremiah?" The Demon dead centre across from him asked, he was younger from the rest by the sound of his voice, his crystal blue eyes arched as if he was smiling in amusement.
"No... Acnologia..." he said gravely but the silence in the room was eerie and he knew they didn't believe him, he didn't even believe himself. After everything, cutting of his heart from his human carers he still couldn't stop seeing her as a little sister, he had soothed every bruised knee, comforted her when she lost control and couldn't look her mother in the eye. She was his family anyway he saw it and being told to kill her felt like a bullet to the heart, she was weak and the order didn't like it, they were allowed emotions like hate and anger, they could be violent and be amused, they could feel greed and lust but never... were they allowed to care, they were made from darkness and that's where they were supposed to stay.
"Oh and here I was thinking your sister was the problem... yet you stand before me unable to do a simple job because you can't kill another, weak, pathetic Demon!" Acnologia taunted and Jeremiah snarled.
"Don't talk about her like that, she may be a weak Demon but she is my sister and I will kill you!" Jeremiah snarled and whispers got caught in the breeze from the hot coals as a deep, dark laugh echoed in the room. If he hadn't been watching then he wouldn't have seen him leave his seat, oh god he'd screwed up... bad.
"Will you, boy!?" Came his evil voice right behind him and he stood rigid as he stared around the room, the other Demons... they were watching, not moving a muscle and who would? This Demon, he wasn't like the rest, he was merciless and called the Demon of the apocalypse for a reason and he just pissed him off. "Tell me, my scarred friend, how loud do you think your sister will scream when I get my hands on her?" He asked and his voice was laced with more than one intention, making his pale eyes go wide.
"Please, do whatever you want to me, kill me, tear me apart, feed me to your dogs but don't... don't hurt her, please!" He practically begged as his heart hammered in his chest and two solid, rough hands gripped each side of his head, Jeremiah struggled against the grip but it was like he was being held by cement. His breath came out short and shallow as he felt something slipping into his ears, it burned as it travelled through to his skull, filling his nose and his mouth filled with an Iron taste. The pain was excruciating but he couldn't move, he couldn't scream as he felt the life being ripped out of his chest. His body felt like it was on fire as he convulsed and black smoke slid from his mouth in a thick, snake like cloud before his eyes rolled back and his lungs filled with blood.
The large Demon dropped the man in his hands like you would drop a piece of trash and he watched the black smoke leave his ears, nose and mouth, the whites of his eyes illuminating orange in the light of the fire.
"I want this girl found and brought to me... death will be his only privilege as I break his dear sister, he can cry from the afterlife as I rip any human emotion from her!" He growled, the blue markings on his face turning purple in the light and his stern glare was shadowed by his messy, white hair. This was the Demon of the apocalypse and no Demons heart was as cold or as dead as his. Black tendrils lifted from his palm and they formed the shape of a feminine figure as his lips curled in a sick smile. "She will no longer be a weak Demon when I'm done... but she will be broken" he said in a low tone before his fingers curled, crushing the figure and he turned, his burnt and long cloak trailing behind him.