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A solitary walk through the dark colony would have been a calming jester for Dimitri Belikov, if it wasn't done out of desperation. And Dimitri knew well that being desperate in Jamestown, Virginia was enough to cost you your life.
He was in pain from constant starvation, but so was everyone in this god forsaken place. The colony had made a fatal mistake when they didn't plant enough crops and as a result the winter of 1609 was a period of famine and starvation.
Men were starving enough to do anything to get a piece of food on their tables. Some would resort to the vile and dig up graves to eat the bodies; needless to say it was a desperate time.
Dimitri watched all these atrocities, he watched the dying men wither with malnutrition. He watched while the desperate men ate the dying for survival. The latter always disgusted him. But nothing was more disturbing to Dimitri than the soul robbing fiends. The demons who came straight out of hell to pry upon the desperate.
Men desperate enough for food would sell their souls to these demons to supply some support for their wives. They had good intentions, unfortunately the demons had the opposite. The men's wife would be provided with food and would live a happy life. The men on the other hand would be damned to hell.
Dimitri understood these men, for if he had a woman he too would give up his soul for her. Fortunately Dimitri ,at twenty three , had no one but his brother Ivan and Ivan's wife.
Dimitri found himself alone in his walk in search for something edible to bring to his family. Having found nothing he descended his lonely walk back through the dark colony.
It was a rare occurrence for Dimitri to walk at night, being that demons were a common occurrence in Jamestown. He was alert and ready for any demon that might approach him.
He walked on in a path surrounded by neighboring trees with a deep hunger in his stomach and a frailty of an old man. Long ravenously hungry days have made him much weaker than he once was. As frail as he felt he figured it would not be good to encounter a demon.
A slight rustle from a nearby tree alerted Dimitri of someone's presence. He stood stock still, hoping that whoever was there would not hear of his presence.
From the tree Dimitri heard a murmured whisper pass between two people. He knew too well the situation he was intruding in, some other soul was going to be snatched tonight. These men were never seen again so it's unsure if it was worth it in the end.
Dimitri could do nothing to stop the vicious cycle of the demons because it was the person's choice after all. The demons weren't forcing them, just providing another option.
He knew he had to get out of there so he set on his way to walk pass the tree when one of the voices froze him. It was a voice he knew too well for he had heard it for the past twenty years.
That voice made him lose it when he realized that it was his brother who was talking to a demon. Dimitri didn't think when he launched himself into the tree, interrupting the deal making.
His brother looked at him with the wide eyes of having just been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.
Dimitri would have taken him by the ear and chastised him like he did when they were little except for the fact that the demon was looking at Dimitri with the smirk of a man who had won.
Dimitri grew cold. He knew that he was too late, he had waited too long and as a result his brother was going to be taken before his eyes.
"Ivan." Dimitri's voice was no louder than a whisper, but the pain in his voice from that one whispered name was enough to crack tears in Ivan's eyes.
"Brother please you must understand, my wife, you know how sick she is, she's going to die. Dimitri look at me." Ivan sobbed. He clutched Dimitri's tunic and forced him to look at him, and what Dimitri saw in his brothers eyes was enough to make him quake. The desperation in his eyes was maddening.
The two brothers looked at one another. Ivan recognize the resignation that passed over Dimitri.
Ivan became relieved that his older brother recognized the necessity for his sacrifice. His wife Ann was going to die if he did not do this. He only pitied that he would not be there to see her get well again.
As if becoming aware that the two brothers had ceased their silent argument the demon began to speak with a latin tongue. His voice became demonic, it was no longer that of a man's, but seemed to come straight out of any brave man's nightmare. The demon was sealing the final stage of the contract he had over Ivan's soul.
Dimitri could not bare to watch his smaller brothers life get snuffed out. He found himself murmuring that he would do anything to get his brother out of this fate.
Dimitri's surroundings became silent once the final murmur came out of his lips. For one wild moment he thought that the deal was done and he would find himself alone in the darkness. But when he looked up he found himself staring into the beady eyes of the demon, who was looking at Dimitri with a lot more calculation than he would have liked.
It was true that Dimitri was taller and broader, more muscular than Ivan. He was the stronger of the two and braver. While Ivam would sell his soul out of desperation, Dimitri would sell it out of love for his brother. The demon could see that Dimitri was the better choice and therefore gave Dimitri one small signal with his eyes.
Dimitri immediately recognized the gleam in the demon's eye and made the quickest and most life changing choice. He nodded to the demon to let him know that he accepts the shackles of being a demon's personal caretaker. And then he looked at his brother for it was all for him.
After all Dimitri didn't have a wife so he wouldn't have a woman to cry for him. All he had was his brother and his brother's wife. It seemed like a fair deal to give up his eternity for the people he cared for most. They would live a happy life now thanks to him.
The demon continued the ending ritual with his foul tongue and only them two knew of the new arrangement. Ivan was still clueless and Dimitri looked at him respectfully because he saw his brother raise his head high in some brave farewell.
And what a farewell it was only it wasn't Ivan but Dimitri who left, leaving Ivan with grief over his brothers loss.
Ivan found himself alone once the final words were uttered by the demon. Bewildered he realized what his brother had done for him.
With a heavy heart Ivan went back with his wife who was cured miraculously. Yet Ivan could not forget the sacrifice that his brother did. He attempted to corner a demon to force them out of the whereabouts of his brother but they all seemed to have disappeared from one day to the next.
Jamestown had been rid of the demons, the cause of which was unknown to the colony.
Ivan spent many years wondering about his brother, but the job of parenthood kept him busy. He would always thank his lucky stars for having had Dimitri as a brother.
All the while a great disturbance, unknown to the people of the living world, was going on in the cemetery of Jamestown, Virginia. A portal constructed from the labors of the soulless opened to reveal a passage to hell.
The portal in need of a keeper was appointed a guardian to guard whoever came in and out of it for all eternity. The job required someone strong and not easily broken.
It was a pity that Ivan could not realize that his brother was only a few minutes away, but the dealings of the underworld were unnoticed to the unobservant living.
So it became that a certain demon's caretaker became chosen to be portal keeper, at least for a while. His job was, after all, chosen for him when the demon saw the bravery that Dimitri carried in his heart.