Shadownight
Demon 1.0
Ian ...
I was born to kill
I was born to kill.
In two sentences that was my purpose in life.
Actually not just mine, but that of all demons - except for a few freaks, as people called their weirdos - who tried to suppress the lust to kill in order to lead a completely normal life among these helpless, pathetic and beyond measure despicable creatures can.
I sighed softly.
The wind brushed my black hair, ruffling it in the process. Individual strands hung in my eyes. The colors of the iris were black. Pitch black so you couldn't even see your pupils. That was probably what scared people about us the most.
I was sitting on the thick branch of a tree, enjoying the moonbeams, which hit my pale skin and made it look milky, with my right leg slightly bent and the other hanging down into the depths. I'd casually tossed my black coat onto a small branch within reach.
I was wearing a black shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to my elbows. A fingerless black leather glove adorned my right hand, in which I was holding a red apple. And I was wearing black pants.
A chain ring snuggled around my left thigh, to which a piece of a chain was still attached, which hung about to my knee and the end of which was in turn welded to the ring.
I tossed the apple from hand to hand in a straight horizontal line.
"3… 2… 1…" I mumbled softly, rolling my eyes.
I dropped to the side in a flash.
A black shadow jumped over the branch and landed with a thorn thorn in a thorn thicket.
"Ouch!"
I hung on the branch with one hand and the apple in the other. With a swing that I got with my legs, I sat on it again and looked down into the darkness.
Below me, a boy with straw-blond hair freed himself from the thorns.His clothes were now torn. It had once been snow-white, but now it was covered with patches of grass and dirt.
"I was a bit loud, wasn't it?" He said to me, embarrassed.
"Just like an elephant trying to move around in a china shop," I replied coolly.
"I've gotten better," protested Soul angrily.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Last time there were also 2 elephants in a china shop."
I had bitten off a piece of the apple with a cracking noise.
Soul jumped up to me and was silent.
"I haven't finished your training yet," I said, not looking at the boy.
"I don't care," Soul replied cheekily.
I gave him a pat on the back of the head, causing him to tip over and fiddle off the branch, but land unharmed and skillfully on his feet.
"What was she for now, Ian?" He asked angrily.
As if he didn't know why. Annoyed, I sighed and said: "For being naughty and lazy! Your mother will be very disappointed in you when I tell her what kind of loser she has brought into the world!"
I casually tossed the apple - at least what was left of it - into a thorn bush. I got up, took my coat, also black, and slipped into it. Jumped down and crouched down next to Soul. I slowly straightened up.
“You're not really telling Mother about it, are you?” The boy's voice had grown a tad lighter.
I put a hand on the boy's head and ruffled his blond hair.
"Go home," I just said, the corner of my mouth twisting into a crooked smile, which then disappeared again immediately. I strode away and disappeared into the shadows of the night. My sister's son looked after me, shaking his head.
The city was deserted at this time, not a soul on the street, not even a car was still on the road at this time.A little impatiently, I ground my teeth. I deeply hated it when I couldn't satisfy my bloodlust.
I listened for noises.
[i]Tap, tap, tap.
My steps.
I stopped and looked up at a house, more precisely at a window. It was impossible for a human to hear what was going on, but for me ...
It was obviously a bedroom, and with the sounds I heard, it wasn't hard to guess what was going on up there.
I went further.
Something was vibrating on the inside of my coat. We found these things to be extremely useful for communicating. Above all, they were very inconspicuous and safe if you chose a common meeting point. You never knew if a vampire was around, although we would have smelled it miles before.
I pulled the fine device that people called the cell phone out of my pocket and saw who was calling me. My sister.
"Ian, oh Ian!" She cried bitterly.
"I know my name, Leilan. Get down to business," I said calmly.
My sister sobbed and it took several tries to get two words out of her lips. "V-Vampire, Soul"
I stopped suddenly.
I heard someone in the background.
"Do not come-"
A scream, a loud growl, I could hear a fight.
Then the line was broken.
beep. Beep. Beep.
I swore, turned on my heel, and ran. Turned me into a swift black big cat and chased away. Back to the underworld. In the real home of the demons.
Hell was not a place for beings with the faint of heart. Darkness rules the land. Black grasses, trees and rivers, the otherwise clear liquid of which was blood-red here, ran through the country. Blood from our victims ...
A sun like in the real world does not exist here. We only have one black moon, but it only gives off dim to moderate light. We were creatures of darkness.There were few among us who longed for the bright light of the sun.
I had heard that people imagined hell to be fire and unbearable heat. I could only shake my head at that. It was all just myth. Just as it was a myth that we demons had horns and blood-red eyes and were ugly figures.
Our eating habits range from fruit to human flesh and from blood to wine. We cannot tolerate water. It is pure. Purity burns up our bodies.
Most of our species prefer blood, which is why it is twice as useful when you are in the mood to murder again. There's only one problem. Vampires. They steal our blood, which is why we have to kill twice. What makes us stand out in the human world.
Or as they call it "mass murderers are going around"
How to get to hell
Through a portal that only demons can summon.
I ran across thick, prickly black grass. Black trees lined my path that rushed past me like a black wall that I slowly merged with.
"Ian!"
I stopped and looked around hastily in the direction of the edge of the forest.
"Ian, vampires, they attacked me"
Soul.
My heart was racing. I raced towards the badly injured boy.
"They're following me ..." he whispered weakly.
"I can smell them," I said quickly. "Climb on my back, I'll take you to safety"
"Ian, I didn't want to tell you how to get here ..."
"I know Soul. I know you are not a traitor ..."
The boy struggled to climb onto my back. Hot blood streamed over my black fur.
"Shit," I swore softly. I could hear the bloodsuckers racing through the underbrush. “Hold on tight, kid!” I ran, making my muscles flex with the load on my back. I heard Soul's heartbeat getting weaker and weaker. He was losing blood too much and too quickly. Those damn bastards!The phone. I need help. I couldn't fight the vampires on my own.
"Soul, how many?" I asked urgently, avoiding trees.
"I'm not sure, maybe 10; 20?"
"Well"
Nothing was good. There were far too many for me alone.
“You can handle them, won't you?” The boy's thin voice made me sit up and take notice.
"First of all, I will bring you to safety"
"You have mother," sobbed the little demon now. I felt his thin fingers dig deeper into my fur, as did his face.
He was losing blood too quickly. We were laying an excellent scent trail for these bloodsuckers. Damn it.
I picked up speed again, despite the load on my back.
"Your mother can handle them. She is strong"
I tried to use a comforting tone, instead he stayed hypothermic. We reached the largest river in the country.
"Drink," I instructed Soul as I carefully let it slide off my back. He couldn't even stand. Weak, the young demon formed his hands into a bowl and then drank the blood.
Meanwhile, I turned back and picked up the designer cell phone and dialed our guide's number. My brothers.
You had to leave one thing to people: they were very intelligent when it came to technology.
Even we in Hell liked to use these things, even if most only carried them as accessories.
It only rang once.
"Ian?" Came my brother's voice.
"Vampires," I managed to gasp. My body ached. I looked at my protégé, who was slowly recovering. Small wounds closed quickly if you only consumed a little blood; if you had larger injuries, it would take several liters. I didn't envy him for that. A small amount of blood was enough for us. We weren't like vampires who needed that to survive.
“Where are you?” My brother was very calm."Here in hell," I said impatiently. "I need help! There are at least twenty of them and they have already badly injured Soul. They must be following the trail of blood we left through my recklessness. I can't deal with them alone, Dante!"
Seconds passed.
I heard my brother's breathing. I could imagine how shocked he must be now. Vampires. Here.
"How-?"
"It doesn't matter now!"
"Where are you?"
"BloodHell," - the name of the river - "but send a group to Leilan too. I think she's in trouble"
“We'll be with you as soon as possible!” With that, Dante hung up.
I put the cell phone back in the inside pocket of my coat.
"Ian?"
My gaze was directed into the distance.
"I hope you learned a lesson," I muttered. "You have to train better in the future, kid. Your survival depends on it when you run into vampires. Understand Soul?"
The blond boy just nodded and seemed to suppress the next tears.
"Boys don't cry."
"But what if something happens to Mother?"
I turned to him with a cool smile.
"Your mother is one of the best demons of our time, kid."
Soul got up slowly. He had only had the larger wounds closed with blood. I looked at it critically, but then turned away again.
I waited for that hideous, sweet smell of the bloodsuckers.
“Soul, my boy!” Leilan sprinted towards us, also