The sun shined on Damien's back as he skated home. What had just happened confused him. One minute, he was reaching for the switchblade at his belt, the next, he lost all bodily control, his vision became red, and he woke up in a girl's living room being frozen. He needed a good, long nap.
He pushed off into the dusk, with the sun setting fast. His neighborhood was dangerous at night. If you weren't careful, you'd get mugged, rape was always a chance, and probably shot. Damien didn't trust guns, but would rather use his knife. He'd been trained by his dad in knifefighting, and, if the occasion calls for it, swordplay. Any normal person would say that a sword stands no chance against a gun, but Damien believes in his knife fully. His two biggest possessions in life, his dad's switchblade, and his skateboard. He went up the stairs of his apartment, past a fistfight, and unlocked the door. He plopped down on the couch and went to sleep.
"Damien..."a voice called. It was more of a raspy hiss, than a solid voice. "Come to us..." it said.
He responded."Hey! Who the hell are you! I've had enough of this shit! I want to get on with my life, but you asshats can't let me do that, now can you?"
Another voice spoke. This one sounded more lighter, possibly a younger one. "Hey, you can't talk to us like that!"
The voice from before spoke. "Silence...This one is a fighter. Soul of Flame, Skin of Rock, he is. We will see to him tomorrow."
The lighter one seemed like it was grumbling. "Alright, fine." Damien then woke up. He sat up, his head throbbing. The first rays of sunlight cast themselves on his body, and he got dressed. He decided to go shirtless for that day, and wore only jeans. He tied his shoes, grabbed his board, and sped off to the most important part of the morning, breakfast.
No sooner had he entered the small diner, than people came running. They all pushed past him, as if they were trying to get away from something. He pushed his way past them, and then saw three figures harassing the woman at the counter.
"Where is he?"One of them demanded, slamming his fist on the table. "Where is the son of Flame?"
"I don't know, honestly, I don't know what you're talking about! Who is the son of Flame?"She cried.
Damien was fed up with this shit. "Hey, douchebags! Didn't anyone teach you manners?"
One of the creatures looked at Damien, and then realized. "Boss, boss, there he is!" He jumped up and down excitedly. This one looked Like a Minotaur, a mythical beast with a man's body, but an oxen's head and hooves. He was all dark gray, with deep red eyes that seemed to go on forever. The middle one had the body of a man, but horns of a demon, and a wicked grin stretching from ear to ear. The one on the left was covered in armor, but looked lithe and agile, maybe a ninja or something.
"Hey, look at someone when they're talking to you!" Damien shouted again. The middle one turned his head. On sight of Damien, he stretched his hand out, and screamed. The screech was earsplitting, almost dividing the diner in two, but not before breaking all the glass in the place. Damien was covering his ears, and he saw the creatures running towards him. He jumped, and reached for his switchblade, to find nothing. He had forgotten it. Looks like he was going solo on this one. The Minotaur demon lunged for his throat, but Damien jumped and landed on its back. He grabbed onto the horns, and the demon bellowed. Minotaurs hated being ridden.
Damien rode the minotaur around the place, almost running over the ninja demon. They tried to attack him, but he was too agile. The Man-demon was fed up. In a rush of gray, A battle Axe appeared in his hand. He sliced the head off of the minotaur demon, and the body disintegrated. Damien fell, and landed on his ass. The ninja demon ran towards him, sword ready, he was too fast for Damien to catch up. Before the demon could strike, Damien reacted on instinct. He raised his hand up and spoke without knowing it.
"Amplus Flamma."
When he said those words, as if like magic, a multitude of flames spewed forth from his hands. It was an inferno in the place, and the area was completely covered in fire. The Demons were incinerated. Damien was in shock. What did he just do? Make fire come from his hands? He brought up his hands to his face, not a mark on them that hadn't been there before. He decided to leave, but before he could, Ice froze his foot. He looked over and saw Alison holding her hand outstretched.
"What did I tell you? You should've stayed with us." She smirked.
Damien burst out, "Hey! You've got a lot of explaining to do! What the FUCK just happened?"
"You used a level 3 Spell, Amplus Flamma. Translated, it's simply "large flame."
"I used magic?" He was still in disbelief. "Can I do it again?"
"It was most likely an accident, and was triggered by your reflexes."
"Cool!"He jumped to his feet. He ran up to her. "What were those things?"
"They were demons summoned by Oni."
"Who?"
"The man...who killed your dad."
Damien froze. He couldn't believe this chick. She was saying that the man that killed his dad summoned those things to kill him, too?
"No, it's not possible! My dad wasn't killed! He was in a car crash!"
"That's what Oni wanted you to think." She replied. The mood in the room became depressing."I'm so sorry-" she started to say. He put his hand up. He was grinning. All of a sudden, he started laughing. For about ten minutes, he was laughing, writhing about on the floor. Eventually, he settled down. She looked at him with worry. "What happened, Damien?"
"Heh, I was looking for an excuse to kick some ass. Now, where can we find this Oni guy? He grinned.
She couldn't believe this. "Finding him and defeating him are two totally different things. Finding him, well, he's in another dimension. Defeating him is completely out of the question. From what I've seen, he's invincible."She sighed. It looked like all they could do was run away.
Damien Pounded his fist on the table. "Dammit, I'll do it alone, then. I'm not just going to sit here and wait to be killed. I'm gonna fight him. Come along if you like." He started to walk away. All of a sudden, an explosion shook the ground. There was a blinding flash of purple light, and a huge crater in the ground. Damien tackled Alison to the ground, trying to shield her from the explosion.
After the light faded, there was a sleek figure floating above them. His eyes glowed purple without pupils, his fur a deep black, spines stood straight up on his body, as if at constant attention. He had a wicked smile, with gnarled, fanged teeth. He spoke with a raspy hiss.
"Sso you are the one who defeated my demonss... Feh! They were weak! I sshouldn't have trussted them with ssuch an important tassk... Lookss like I'll have to finishh you off mysself..." He raised his hand again, and it glowed. Damien threw Alison away from him and told her to run. A flash of purple light, and a beam came from his hand. It flew right at Damien, but Damien jumped. He started running, trying desperately to find an opening.
Damien found nothing. It seemed as though his opponent was invincible, was this really Oni? A deep purple smoke covered him. Oni pulled him forward. He was face to face with the him. Oni pulled out what looked to be a scythe. Oni chuckled.
"Ahh, young one, I congratulate you. You're the only one sso far who has met me in battle and lived sso long... too bad daddy'ss not here to ssee you die! Farewell, sson of Flame.."
Oni pushed him away, but still kept him withing range. He started to swing the scythe, but a voice screamed.
"Glorificus Contego!"
In a flash of green, a shield appeared in front of him. A large green circle, made in the shape of a medieval Buckler. Oni struck that with his scythe, and it shocked him. Damien was released. He looked around to see who had made the shield, but there was nobody. He heard the voice again, it sounded like a man.
"Draw your sword! Our weapons affect him!"The voice screamed. Damien reached for his knife, but then forgot that it was at home.
"I don't have it!"
"Yes, your blade is always with you! Think of the blade, and of its previous owner!"
Damien closed his eyes. He thought of the blood-red blade that had appeared in his hands the other day, and then his memories of his father, and his anger towads Oni. He eyes changed to bright red, and his fur turned a deeper shade. He was entering the same state as yesterday. The sword appeared in his hands in a rush of flame. A claymore the color of blood. Damein jumped ad Oni, who was still shocked, and slashed. He made a deep gash on Oni's leg. Oni screamed in pain. He grabbed his leg, and flew away.
"I won't forget thiss, Damien!!" A portal opened, and Oni flew in. Damien jumped after him, but he was too late, and the portal had closed. He landed, and started slashing wildly. A huge bonk on the head succeeded in taking him down. Alison stood beside him, staff in hand.
"That's what you get for hitting a lady."She said.
He got up and stated screaming. "Hit you?! I Saved you! Saved! Do you not know what hat word means?"
"Well, If you had just told me to look out, I would have been perfectly fine!"
"Yeah, well I didn't now did I?!"
The two were arguing like little schoolchilren. A figure walked up to them.
"Ahem, excuse me." He cleared his throat. They both looked at him. "Whaddaya want?!" They screamed.
He was almost pushed back. He introduced himself. "I am Daniel. Most people call me Dan, though, and I'd like it if you called me that." He made a small bow. He was dressed in...unusual attire. A japanese samurai's Kimono, it was deep green, and no shoes. There was a rapier at his waist, and his fur was light brown, with a small white stripe on his forehead. Damien looked at him strangely.
"I'm guessing you're not from these parts, right?"
"You are correct. I come from Kyoto, Japan."
"Huh, ya don't say?"He scratched his head. Alison bounded towards him. He was handsome, dashing, really, and she couldn't help but let her eyes wander. He looked down at her.
"Well, who is this?"
"This is-" a swift whack to the head followed. It was delivered by Dan.
"Allow a lady to speak for herself, will you not?"
"Thank you."She said. "I'm Alison. Alison Arya Foxhood."
"And this is Damien, am I correct?"
"Yeah,"he said. "I'm Damien, she's Alison, and you're Dan." He looked at him strangely. "Are you the one who made that shield, earlier?"
"Yes. If it weren't for me, you'd be dead, and so would she. Oni would have killed you, then her."
Alison curtsied. "We are in your debt."
Damien held out his hand, "Eh, thanks." They shook hands.
Alison turned to Damien. "Now do you believe?"
Damien scoffed. "After all that shit that just happened, you expect me not to believe? Hell yeah, I believe!"
"Hmm..."Dan said. "You have a bit of spunk, I see..."
Damien looked at him. "Hey, cut it."
"Is that any way to talk to someone who just saved your life?" He said.
Damien shrugged. "Eh, I said thanks, we're even." He looked around, "So where to next?"
Alison pulled out a map. "Well, Right now, if we confronted Oni, we'd get slaughtered. And the only way to truly defeat him is to imprison him inside the seven Stones of Chaos."
"Say what? Seven rocks? They'd better be really big rocks."
"They're large jewels said to have unlimited energy. We would have to bring them all together and summon the much larger stone, and then imprison him inside that. Once we did that, he would never get out."
"So, we find the rocks, summon the biggie, kill him, and it's over, right?"
"It's not going to be that easy. You see, each stone is guarded by a fiend. Seven fiends, one for each element.
"What are the elements?"
"Fire, Ice, Lightning, Spirit, Darkness, Wind, and Earth."
"Wait, so... what beats what?"
"It's all about skill."Dan interjected. "If we defeat them, then their spirit goes into the stone, and we can use it. When we've got all Seven spirits, we can open a portal to the other dimension, where we'll find The Master Stone. We defeat Oni, and get him into that. Then he will be done for good."
"Alright, let's get started. By the way, If I'm Fire, and she's Ice, the what are you?"
"I am spirit."
"You control people's spirits?"
"No, I use emotion.
"How?"
"Well, I use anger for attacks, Love and friendship for defensive, and loathing hatred for curses."
"Oh, okay. Alright, Let's GO!"