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Prologue...
The fire burned bright hot; as I scrambled out of the locked cage I was shut into. Escaping was the easy part, getting past the creatures that guarded my cell was the hard part. They didn’t need to eat or sleep; they always had somebody on patrol to watch. I unlocked the inside lock, and burned the outer lock. I burst open the cage door and floated out into the open space. The creatures grabbed me by my foot, and hurled me into the hard sizzling hot wall. I straightened myself as quickly as possible.
I threw my fist wildly as the creature grasped my neck chocking my air out of my lungs. I finally got a good swing in as I hit the creature square in the jaw. It knocked the wind out of him, and in doing so lessened his grip on my neck. He could throw me back in the cage, by just one throw so I had to move quickly. I finally threw him to the burning out embers on the floor; I blasted out of the side of the wall, and finally made my way into the solid ground of earth.
Chapter 1
I zoomed onto the deserted street of a city; I looked to the left and came to a realization that the city I made my way into was Cold Stone. I had to find a human vessel fast before the creatures made their way out of the pit, and out to hunt me down. I zoomed into a giant mansion, making my way into a teenage human. It felt weird since I hadn’t been inside a human body for a hundred years. But I found my way around and dug into the brain, eyes, and nervous system.
I could feel her rustling, inside her brain, taking in her surroundings. At first she was scared that she didn’t have control over herself. She could hear her heart beating, she could see the backs of her eyelids, and she could also feel the cold night air coming through her open windows. She finally understood someone else was controlling her body. When she realized it she started thrashing frantically battering her skull with impossible power. She wasn’t as puny as I thought she was. It was ironic though she could hear everything I said about her.
She was also more intelligent than I would have guessed; she could distinguish my thoughts from hers. There was one way I could have a real conversation with her. I moved her body out of her brightly colored bed. I started for the bathroom; I stopped in my tracks as I noticed a full length mirror by her dresser. I pulled it from the place it was stashed and let her talk to me.
“What did you do to me? What did you do” she screamed.
“I merely just took over your body” I stated.
“What are you???” she questioned.
“Well, it’s really hard to explain” I pronounced.
“Tell me now, I don’t care how hard it is too explain” she yelled.
“Fine, do you know about the bible, and how Lucifer and Michael have to fight one day and that will start the apocalypse?” I asked.
“Yes, of course I do, I’ve read the bible. Are you an angel sent from god to use me as a vessel?” She asked.
“Not exactly, I’m what Lucifer created” I explained.
“Oh my god, I have a demon inside of me!!” she shrieked.
“Just calm down, I never asked to be a demon. Any way I was locked in a cage because I rebelled against Lucifer. I don’t like being a little puppet, and in the end God will prevail, and I’ll be wiped off the planet. You wouldn’t want that to happen to you. So I escaped hell, into your body. I only choose you because I was in a hurry. Soon, they would’ve been after me. They’ll never expect me to be inside a teenager. So if we stay low, I can help you stop the apocalypse. If the demons do find me I’ll exit your body and leave you safe and sound. All I want is too be good instead of evil.”
“You’re lying, you’re gonna help them destroy the earth” she cried.
“Just trust me, if you really want me too, I’ll exit your body” I explained.
“Fine, you can stay inside of body but when push comes to shove you will exit my body immediately, you will also let me speak to my friends, parents, and teachers. You will also warn me if there is a demon, so I don’t mess up and give up that you are inside of Me.” she stated.
“Fine, it’s your body, do as you may, but don’t go blabbing to people about me, because if you do they’ll try to exorcise me. What you human’s don’t know is when a demon is exorcised it takes your soul with them, and your body is left a shell with no soul, and then any demon or creature can climb inside you and take over such as I have done. But not every demon is going to be nice, for fun they might just take your soul. And I know you wouldn’t that to happen.” I explained.
“So, you don’t trust me?” she asked.
“As of right now I don’t trust you, for all you know you think I’m lying. And when you get a chance you’ll scream it to the world, you forget that I can see into your mind” I yelled.
“I promise I will do all these things you have told me, I don’t want to be hurt as much as you don’t want to.” She pledged.
“Then I guess, our conversation is finished, now, what is your normal procedure of the mornings?”
“Well first, I would take a well-deserved shower, is there any way you can stay in my mind but let me, take over just for my shower, you know for privacy?” She asked.
“Um, no, that is not a possibility, for all I know you’ll do what I said not to do.”
“But, please. All I want is privacy, you were mortal once don’t you understand?” she pleaded.
“Yes, I understand. But how do you know I was mortal once?” I asked.
“It’s quite simple, you said that you would love to be good, and if you were created as a demon you wouldn’t care about being good your natural mind set would to be evil, and if you were once long ago a human, you understand the price of being mortal. So, I can make a logical, deduction about the origin of when you were a mortal. So, what exactly did you sell your soul for?” She questioned.
“Wow, you are more intelligent than I would have guessed. Since, you guessed correctly than I’ll tell you my story while we take a shower. I stripped down, into the nude and hopped in the shower. I was born as a mortal around the 1700s; I was set to be married to the love of my life. But, before we could ever get married he perished, I was absolutely mortified, I felt like somebody punched a hole straight threw my heart. I was determined to bring him back or die trying. There weren’t many books but there were a few upon the subject of bringing people back from the dead. There was one way that striked interest in me, it was a summoning spell for a reaper. In the spell it said that I needed the blood of a human mortal, ancient bones, and salt. Some of the things I believed I couldn’t manage. But I thought about how, I would never see my loved ones face again, and it determined me to get the job done.”
“With my dagger in hand, I seeked out a criminal that I could steal the life of, I found a group of bandits living out in the dense forest. But there were so many, I couldn’t even get close to one without alarming the others. I decided since these were criminals I could bargain with one of the others, to give me the life of one of their comrades. I met one of the bandits, and gave him 1000, dollars to kill one of his own, I slipped him the dagger and waited for him to return. He came back with 2 pints of blood, just the sight of the blood made me queasy. I paid him in full, and set off to get ancient bones. The bones weren’t very hard to find, we had a nearby cemetery that had been abandoned for centuries. The headstones were deteriorated; chunks of stone were gone and turned to dust. I dug up the grave and took out the dirt crusted bones; salt was the easiest thing to find.”
“I set up the things in order and melted them together, the results were different instead of a reaper, I conjured up a crossroads demon. Instead of giving me what I actually wanted she dragged me to hell with her without even making a deal. I struggled all the while, but she just struck me upside the head, and I passed out. Then I ended up in the fiery pit of hell. For years I did the dirty deeds she offered up, and spending a century in hell, my soul finally changed into a silhouette of black smoke. My true form is mostly pitch black smoke but yet I still have a shape, unless I don’t want to.”
“Then one day I finally refused and didn’t follow through on a bargain of one’s soul. After, that they threw me into an iron cell, and I just recently escaped. That’s my story, you can believe it or peg it not true which ever you choose.”
“I actually believe you for once,” she exclaimed.
“Thank, you. So it’s okay if I stay in your body?” I asked.
“I guess, but are conditions still apply,” she stated.
I got us out of the shower, and blow dried our hair. “So, what do you wear every day,” I questioned her.
“If, you go to that huge walk in closet, over there,” she directed me. “You can find all my choices in there, I have all my outfits sorted out so it shouldn’t be that difficult to find my clothing selection.” She said.
I headed over to the massive oak doors, and slid them open. Inside was a circular revolver with colorful clothes selections, delicately hanging upon blue hangers. They were all, separated into different genres, such as formal, casual, dressy, party attire, and school clothing. I went through, the different selections in the school category. I thumbed through the clothing as, Fallon silently repeated no to each choice. We finally got to a grey shirt with a laced up back, and paired with a black and pink horizontally striped mini skirt. Fallon finally agreed to the ensemble.
From there she directed me into, the second part of the massive closet that was used for shoes and accessories. This part of the closet was labeled just the same as the clothing section. I noticed the school section right away; it was labeled with bold, fancy, cursive letters. There were many different colors, styles, and shapes. The colors varied from blues to pinks to browns. She let me choose the shoes since I hadn’t picked out clothes for centuries. She wanted me to experience it again.
I choose a pair of knee high flat boots. They went well with the outfit, she approved my choice by saying it was unexpected to pair pink boots with the outfit. I exited her huge closet, and headed back into the bathroom. I vaguely remembered how to do hair and makeup. I decided it was better to have her do her own makeup; I gave her back her body and descended into the farthest corner of her mind, waiting patiently. I could tell she enjoyed to have her body back, in her possession. I then realized that it was selfish that I choose her body, when she had her own life to live. I was screwing up her life like, the death of me and my loved one messed up my life. I didn’t know what to do, she actually understood me. I probably wouldn’t find another person who would be so understanding. I just had to work fast, and then I could exit her body.
After, she was finished her eyes were lined with a thick coat of black liquid liner that winged out on the corners of her eyes; makeup from this century was so different from when I was mortal. We caked our faces with heavy, white, foundation made from white lead and egg whites. We also wore rouge and deep red or cherry lip color.
I guess, things change from century to century, I didn’t know they changed this much though. She led me out to her bright Lamborghini, by her thoughts. We headed out to the massive driveway that lead from her mansion out into the highway. Back when I was mortal we didn’t have cars, so I had Fallon direct me. I could hear her in the back of our mind, she was thinking about how much changed in her life over the course of a few hours. Her life was at stake and she vaguely knew it. I was also thinking about the course of my future; if I were to get recaptured they would torture me in ways unimaginable or worse execute me.
She led me to a huge school that looked like a high school and on a sign to my left it read Rivers Private School. We were having a silent conversation when, a black sleek car pulled up to us. Fallon told me, it was her lifelong crush Damion. I thought to myself, that he wasn’t cute, but I guess everyone has their opinions. But what do I know, I haven’t had a crush on an actually person, for centuries I think. If you take a better look he is subtly handsome, and it was weird a demon like me drooling over an eighth grade boy.
Fallon, showed me the closest entrance that lead to her classes, I followed her directions directly. It would be a tragedy to be late on my very first day at school. Which is kind of a sick joke, I’m centuries old and this is my first day, since we didn’t techniquely had education in the 1700s. I numbered of the number of the gold plated lockers and found hers in an instant, it was number 666, now isn’t that ironic the devil’s number, maybe this was fates idea, for both of our lives. Maybe, we both didn’t get to plan our lives as we wanted.
As I was headed into the classroom, I noticed Fallon’s friends waiting for her by the door. I had no idea what-so-ever to say, to these teenagers. I guess I would just have to trust Fallon in leading the way.
“Heeeey, Jassmine.” We yelled.
“Hey, Fallon. How was your weekend?” She asked.
“I guess it was okay, nothing interesting. Pretty much a lazy weekend.” I spoke through her lips.
“That sounds so boring,” She muttered. Oh, how easy it was to be a teenager, with simple conversations, and not a care in the world.
“Oh, It was,” We said. As we finished our sentence the loud bell rung and kids started rushing through the cramped door. Fallon yelled at me that I needed to get in the class. Boy, did I feel stupid. As, I slid into the classroom, I noticed her friends grouped at the back eyeing something very closely. I wanted to see what they were staring at but I didn’t want to have to face another awkward encounter with giddy teenagers. I sat down at what Fallon instructed me as her seat. It was weird they got to decorate their chairs, and choose what style of chair. Fallon choose a light pink, gemstone incrusted squishy bean bag chair. It was absolutely horrendous. It screamed humped over little old lady, in her mid-eighties, this chair was bound to break your back.
Hey it’s not that bad, she told me. It’s actually really comfortable and pink is my favorite color. What exactly where you thinking with the gemstones I asked. It was for decoration and they are plastic, so it won’t puncture it either. Fine, Fine, everyone has their own opinion.
As we were having our inter monologue, her teacher came strutting in hot pink heels, that at least had to be four inches tall. Her outfit got worse, as I noticed her short black scoop neck mini dress. We never has such whoreish looking clothes around when I was a mortal. I think that’s the word these teenagers use, as being too skin tight and showy. The word you’re looking for is slutty. Does your teacher usually dress like that? No, usually it worse, today is her casual day. See, bits and pieces of the outfit are cute, but together she looks like she should be somewhere on a corner. We were having a wonderful session on fashion, when over the intercom they announced our name. I wasn’t paying close attention to what they were saying, until the teacher came up and gave me a note, and sent me on my way to the office. Did you have something or someone to go with today? No, I have no idea what this is about.
As we rounded the corner I could already tell, behind the desk the heavy set women was possessed by one of the most skillful demon tracker. I could tell by how her eyes were sort of glazed over. Only another demon could tell the difference though, that’s why you can’t tell someone’s possessed until the demon inside turned the human eyes all coal black. I had to move fast before she noticed me staring at her, and catching the glaze through my eyes. I consulted Fallon, what we should do. She suggested that we make a run for it. But I knew a move like that would catch the attention of the demon behind the desk.
I decided we should head back to her locker, and make a getaway out one of the other exits of the school. But who knows there might be demons stationed all over the school looking for me. I slowly rounded the corner checking for any sign of an ambush, or another demon. So, much was clouding my senses I didn’t even notice until I ran right into another demon.
“I never pegged you for choosing such a weak spineless teenager for your vessel.” She boomed. I use the term she not literally since the demon inside is actually a male, but the body he wears is female. He caught my arms, and pinned them behind me, I tried to exit Fallon, but he clamped the girlish hand over my mouth. I struggled to break free, But to no prevail. I’m so, so, sorry, I pleaded to Fallon. I’ve tried. All I got for a response was absolute silence. I felt like crying, but I knew losing my head would not help our situation.