daemon wars
for those of you who have not gone to my website, here is one of my stories.
As David awoke, he immediately began his morning ritual. After checking his surroundings, he goes over everything that happened the day before, to check for memory losses that might indicate a possession or mind control. After that, he begins his prayers to whatever god was in power on the given day, or whichever one could help in the mission being carried out on the given day. Once this ritual was over, which could take 1 to 2½ hours, depending on the day, he would shower, dress, etc. As David looked into the mirror on this day, a tall man with long, black, hair stared back. Both men had a high roman nose, and a hardened face. Their eyes were a cool, grayish- green. Their face was tall and angular, ending in a pointed chin tipped with a short black goatee.
As David entered the main room of the apartment, he looked at his “assorted” crew.
One was a shifter who currently looked just as he does, except with no beard, brown hair, and yellow eyes. His/her name was T’shal. (T-shăl)
Another was a telepath. She was one of the most beautiful people David had ever met. She had long, and I mean long, blonde hair, a small, button nose, and bright, blue eyes. Her face was tall and ovoid. She was on the tall side, and her name was Xuuizax. (Shūisaks)
The third member was an upper-class elf from Light Alfheim. He had a tall, triangular face, with high, spiked green hair. His ears were long and pointed, as was his nose. He had green eyes and he was probably about 6 to 7 feet. His name was Thorfinn Æriksson. (Thorfĭn Ericson)
The final member was a shocker. He is a Russian dÆmon called a Vodjanoj. His kind are created when a baby is drowned. He was born when David’s own son was drowned in a satanic ritual. His son was 8 months old. The Vodjanoj had long, sea-blue hair and dark blue eyes. He had a small, flat nose and long, pointed ears. He had skin the color of clean water. He was tall and thin, like a stick even. Ever since he and David worked together to kill those responsible, and David stopped another dÆmon slayer from killing him, they have been close friends. The dÆmons’ name was Dimitri Ivanovitch Volodin. But his friends call him Misha.
These assorted creatures were all wearing similar clothing; black shirts and jeans, underneath long black trench coats. All except Dimitri, who was wearing the coat, overtop of a seaweed-green loincloth.
“Am I the last one to wake?” asked David. They all nodded. “Oh well, T’shal, do we have a job yet?”
“Yes,” she said, “it arrived this morning. We have to find a lesser wolf dÆmon who has been terrorizing a small town in Minnesota. It was anonymous, again, but we have been chartered a shuttle to the nearest city, which is 15 miles away; better pack your subcars.”
“Yes, and make sure that the dÆmon detector is functioning properly so we hit the right creature this time, and not a Splicer.” added Dimitri.
“Yes, Misha is right, Thorfinn, have you re-checked the equipment?” asked David.
“Wait, what’s a splicer again?” asked Thorfinn, “I just can’t understand these freakish Midgardr customs; and yes, of course.”
“Well, a splicer is a human who has had their DNA spliced with that of an animal or dÆmon to enhance their physical and mental abilities.” Said David.
“Or just to look ‘cool’.” Said Dimitri.
“Yes, well, that’s all well and good, but it can sometimes cause complete cerebral cellular breakdown resulting in insanity and extreme violence and viciousness. It is actually a very intricate procedure. It involves extracting the DNA from the chosen creature and subject and well, basically twisting them together, than placing them in the subjects’ body, where the remaining genes will react and convert themselves to conform to those recently added into the subjects body. Quite fascinating. It is much like evolution except at an extremely accelerated rate.”
“That may be so,” said Thorfinn, “but that still doesn’t explain why some people would take such a risk just to look cool, or to get stronger or faster.”
“Its because most humans are merely stupid.” Stated Misha.
"Hey!"
"I said most, David, most. Not all."
"Well, stupid some of us may be, but we need this human. For money. Which we need. For food. Which we need. To live."
"Who is this guy anyway?" Asked Thorfinn. "How can we trust him to deliver payment if we don't even know who he is?"
"He said sometinhg here in the note." Said T'shal, "'You will recive payment when the job is complete. The full ∞3,000 will be wired to your accout.'"
"We have an account?"
"We do now. He made one for us. Kinda creepy if you ask me."
"Well, thats why I didn't ask you." Said David. "We should head out. Time is scarce."
"No its not! Its a Lesser Wolf dÆmon!" Said Thorfinn indignantly "We could kill one of these in our sleep! In fact, I did once!"
"But he didn't ask us to kill it, now did he?" Asked Xuuizax, "T'shal, feel like sharing?"
"I hate it when you do that. She's right, he requested that we capture it and bring it to him undamaged." Confessed T'shal. "I wasn't going to tell you 'cause you know how much I hate that."
"You were gonna let us all starve 'cause of your weird little phobias?!?!?" Shouted Thorfinn
"Fuck you! You know as well as I do that a live dÆmon in the wrong hands could be used for unspeakable things!"
"So?!? Its not our job to determine wether or not someone should be able to do this! Its our job to do as we are told and nothing else! That is why we have this job! That is why we are paid!"
"So what?! You just wanna wait around until he summons something greater than a Lesser Wolf dÆmon?! You know thier blood can be used for that! You know the possiblities more than anyone! You of all Creatures shou-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!! YOU-"
^BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!^
Thorfinn and T'shal collapsed on the ground in a fit of mental agony.
"Thank you Xuuizax." Said David calmly. "Now, if both of you would kindly stop drooling and get up from the floor, we can go. And T'shal, don't do that again. We need this money. We cannot afford to screw this up. And Thorfinn is right. 'Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is but to do or die.' My grandmother loved that quote and, to us, it applies perfectly. Oh, and Thorfinn, T'shal is equally right. We must keep a close eye on any living dÆmon. Even if it is in the possesion of a former client. When they use its powers, then their lives are forfeit. Now lets go before any other civil wars break out."
'Sall for now. I'll continue later.
As David awoke, he immediately began his morning ritual. After checking his surroundings, he goes over everything that happened the day before, to check for memory losses that might indicate a possession or mind control. After that, he begins his prayers to whatever god was in power on the given day, or whichever one could help in the mission being carried out on the given day. Once this ritual was over, which could take 1 to 2½ hours, depending on the day, he would shower, dress, etc. As David looked into the mirror on this day, a tall man with long, black, hair stared back. Both men had a high roman nose, and a hardened face. Their eyes were a cool, grayish- green. Their face was tall and angular, ending in a pointed chin tipped with a short black goatee.
As David entered the main room of the apartment, he looked at his “assorted” crew.
One was a shifter who currently looked just as he does, except with no beard, brown hair, and yellow eyes. His/her name was T’shal. (T-shăl)
Another was a telepath. She was one of the most beautiful people David had ever met. She had long, and I mean long, blonde hair, a small, button nose, and bright, blue eyes. Her face was tall and ovoid. She was on the tall side, and her name was Xuuizax. (Shūisaks)
The third member was an upper-class elf from Light Alfheim. He had a tall, triangular face, with high, spiked green hair. His ears were long and pointed, as was his nose. He had green eyes and he was probably about 6 to 7 feet. His name was Thorfinn Æriksson. (Thorfĭn Ericson)
The final member was a shocker. He is a Russian dÆmon called a Vodjanoj. His kind are created when a baby is drowned. He was born when David’s own son was drowned in a satanic ritual. His son was 8 months old. The Vodjanoj had long, sea-blue hair and dark blue eyes. He had a small, flat nose and long, pointed ears. He had skin the color of clean water. He was tall and thin, like a stick even. Ever since he and David worked together to kill those responsible, and David stopped another dÆmon slayer from killing him, they have been close friends. The dÆmons’ name was Dimitri Ivanovitch Volodin. But his friends call him Misha.
These assorted creatures were all wearing similar clothing; black shirts and jeans, underneath long black trench coats. All except Dimitri, who was wearing the coat, overtop of a seaweed-green loincloth.
“Am I the last one to wake?” asked David. They all nodded. “Oh well, T’shal, do we have a job yet?”
“Yes,” she said, “it arrived this morning. We have to find a lesser wolf dÆmon who has been terrorizing a small town in Minnesota. It was anonymous, again, but we have been chartered a shuttle to the nearest city, which is 15 miles away; better pack your subcars.”
“Yes, and make sure that the dÆmon detector is functioning properly so we hit the right creature this time, and not a Splicer.” added Dimitri.
“Yes, Misha is right, Thorfinn, have you re-checked the equipment?” asked David.
“Wait, what’s a splicer again?” asked Thorfinn, “I just can’t understand these freakish Midgardr customs; and yes, of course.”
“Well, a splicer is a human who has had their DNA spliced with that of an animal or dÆmon to enhance their physical and mental abilities.” Said David.
“Or just to look ‘cool’.” Said Dimitri.
“Yes, well, that’s all well and good, but it can sometimes cause complete cerebral cellular breakdown resulting in insanity and extreme violence and viciousness. It is actually a very intricate procedure. It involves extracting the DNA from the chosen creature and subject and well, basically twisting them together, than placing them in the subjects’ body, where the remaining genes will react and convert themselves to conform to those recently added into the subjects body. Quite fascinating. It is much like evolution except at an extremely accelerated rate.”
“That may be so,” said Thorfinn, “but that still doesn’t explain why some people would take such a risk just to look cool, or to get stronger or faster.”
“Its because most humans are merely stupid.” Stated Misha.
"Hey!"
"I said most, David, most. Not all."
"Well, stupid some of us may be, but we need this human. For money. Which we need. For food. Which we need. To live."
"Who is this guy anyway?" Asked Thorfinn. "How can we trust him to deliver payment if we don't even know who he is?"
"He said sometinhg here in the note." Said T'shal, "'You will recive payment when the job is complete. The full ∞3,000 will be wired to your accout.'"
"We have an account?"
"We do now. He made one for us. Kinda creepy if you ask me."
"Well, thats why I didn't ask you." Said David. "We should head out. Time is scarce."
"No its not! Its a Lesser Wolf dÆmon!" Said Thorfinn indignantly "We could kill one of these in our sleep! In fact, I did once!"
"But he didn't ask us to kill it, now did he?" Asked Xuuizax, "T'shal, feel like sharing?"
"I hate it when you do that. She's right, he requested that we capture it and bring it to him undamaged." Confessed T'shal. "I wasn't going to tell you 'cause you know how much I hate that."
"You were gonna let us all starve 'cause of your weird little phobias?!?!?" Shouted Thorfinn
"Fuck you! You know as well as I do that a live dÆmon in the wrong hands could be used for unspeakable things!"
"So?!? Its not our job to determine wether or not someone should be able to do this! Its our job to do as we are told and nothing else! That is why we have this job! That is why we are paid!"
"So what?! You just wanna wait around until he summons something greater than a Lesser Wolf dÆmon?! You know thier blood can be used for that! You know the possiblities more than anyone! You of all Creatures shou-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!! YOU-"
^BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!^
Thorfinn and T'shal collapsed on the ground in a fit of mental agony.
"Thank you Xuuizax." Said David calmly. "Now, if both of you would kindly stop drooling and get up from the floor, we can go. And T'shal, don't do that again. We need this money. We cannot afford to screw this up. And Thorfinn is right. 'Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is but to do or die.' My grandmother loved that quote and, to us, it applies perfectly. Oh, and Thorfinn, T'shal is equally right. We must keep a close eye on any living dÆmon. Even if it is in the possesion of a former client. When they use its powers, then their lives are forfeit. Now lets go before any other civil wars break out."
'Sall for now. I'll continue later.
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