The Demon Inside of Me

[Harakiri]

It was with great remorse that I

killed my parents, and with greater

remorse that I killed my mentor,

who took me under his wing to teach

me as much as he could of the way of

the sword. I was young, possibly

stupid, possibly in my teenage

"rebel" years. Or maybe it was

with great happiness that I took

down the greatest house of the elves,

killing my loved ones and then

burning the whole damned place to

the ground. Of course, this led to

the rise of the dark elves, who

then hid in the forest, under

the shade of the trees and

plotted their defeat of the

elf races that were in control

of the "sun region" as they liked

to call the land.

The crucifixtion of my brother

still haunts my dreams. It

can appear subtly, like in a

dream where I am with the girl

I loved and my brother appears

as the pentacle around her neck,

or it appears rather in my face,

usually involving myself being

crucified beside him.

The damned humans can all die.

They created mutlitudes of religions,

created a multitude of ruling families.

They strive on the being, the personality,

the personal opinions. They want options.

Elves are born as either rulers, commanders,

or foot soldiers. Even the women. We all praise

the same god, Duradle, we all have the same

rulers. We are more organized than the humans

could ever be.

We are a race that could easily destroy the humans.

But after that fateful day, they would want

nothing better then to destroy me with them.

 

~Chapter 1: Burning Down the House~

He had woken up after a horrible nightmare, one in which he thought he would never wake from. His mother, the great Mother of the elves was torturing him after he had murdered his mentor, taking his fingers and toes off one at a time and laughing wickedly as she did so. He could do nothing but scream and watch as blood poured out of him like a river. His screams were short lived though, because a big, brawny man, one of the commanders of the royal army, then shoved a kerchief into his mouth to bite down on as the next extension of his body was cut. The commander would then pull the kerchief from his mouth and laugh along with the Mother at the screams and cries of the young elf.

He had woken up just after all ten of his fingers and toes had been severed along with his tongue. They were heading for his lower region when his eyes finally broke free from whatever was keeping them from opening all the other times he tried.

He threw his legs over the side of his bed and started gasping. Sweat ran down him like raindrops. His thoughts were jumbled, what could have prompted such a nightmare? Sometimes his dreams could predict the future. Was that his future?

His quiet thinking was suddenly postponed by screams in the hall outside of his bedroom. He sprinted to the door, paying no heed to the fact he wore nothing but a pair of leather shorts.

When he opened the door, he found a young elf, nearly half his size, crying. He bent down to see what was wrong with the elf.

"Bragt...they are going to kill him, he was caught in bed with a human female. They are taking him into a human town to kill him as a public display."

"What about the girl Bragt was with?"

"Her arms and legs were chopped into pieces and then they fed every part of her to the dogs."

"Damn. What human town did you speak of?"

"It is north of here. It is the one with the large tower."

The taller elf stood up and told the child to get back to sleep.

"Tonight is going to be a long night and if you sleep through it, it will be shorter."

The little boy sniffled, but his eyes twinkled now.

"Thank you Crow."

Crow nodded and ran into his room. He pulled on some light leather clothing and he strapped his broad sword to his belt. He then bounded out of the house, and ran to the town, paying no heed to the warnings of the guards, whom told him of the dangers of resisting the Mothers decrees.

 

The humans church was to some sort of profit who had been nailed to wood. The Mother found that as a fitting punishment for her son, who had been caught with a human [bleep]. She wished him dead, he had disgraced the family by even touching the human, let alone putting his seed in here. Just think of the mockery that would be her house! The foot soldiers would laugh uncontrollably when a human woman appeared in the elven lands with a half human, half elf baby. How disgusting could her son be to do that to her? Humans were merely training dolls that the great god Duradle created for the elves to train their swordmanship and bowsmanship on. Why would her son, an accomplished fighter who had killed countless humans in his own right, wish to bed one of the training dummies?

She sat in one of the pews, and watched as her son was hoisted to the wall by two soldiers. One of the soldiers then produced some rusty nails and nailed the palms of Bragt's hands.

Bragt screamed loudly. His thoughts became jumbled, washed away by the sheer, hot pain that hit him.

Then his feet were nailed. Then daggers were produced by the elven soldiers, taking the crucifixion a step further. His hands were out to his sides as far as they could go, and his legs pointed down toward the ground. His elbows were then attached to the wall by daggers.

More screams erupted, both from Bragt, and from a crowd of onlookers standing on the other side of the church, held back by elven soldiers. The humans were disgusted by the display, and wished it to end.

The Mother only continued watching and laughing at the helpless screams of her waste of a son.

As her son quit breathing, she walked up to him and whispered in his ear.

"How did she get in?"

Bragt spat blood into the Mothers face and died.

The Mother wiped the blood from her face and looked at the humans, just then noticing a familiar face.

"Crow?" She asked as her other son ran up to the body of his brother. Tears streamed across his face.

He turned to the Mother and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

The Mother looked taken aback and slapped her son across the face. He produced his sword and shoved it right in between her ribs, and laughed.

"YOU [bleep]! HE DID NOTHING WRONG! PERHAPS SHAME UNTO THIS FAMILY WOULD BE SOMETHING THAT COULD HAVE PRODUCED A LESSON FOR YOU!" Crows eyes started to turn red.

The Mother screamed out one last thing before she died. "THE DEMON HAS TAKEN HIM! KILL HIM!"

Crow kicked his mother off the sword and then spun to deflect the blow of one of the soldiers. He then rolled to the side as another soldier tried to decapitate him.

Crow kicked the left foot from under the first soldier and as the elf fell forward, Crow shoved his sword into the soldiers neck. He then swiped sideways and the head fell to the other side of the sword, hanging loosely by a thin strip of flesh.

Crow parried the blow of the second soldier and then grabbed the elf's sword hand and twisted it until his sword clattered to the floor. Crow then decapitated the soldier.

"ANYONE ELSE?" Crow's voice was becoming hollow, and his skin was turning dark.

Nobody dared stand up against the monster. Crow laughed maniacally.

"MY BROTHER HAS DIED! AND I WILL AVENGE HIM! I WILL DESTROY THE HOUSE! I WILL BURN HOUSE WRAIK!"

Crow Wraik ran through the throng of humans who stood with their mouths agape. He then ran toward his house.

 

"Would you like to see?"

"Yes."

Kam wheeled the Fathers wheelchair to the balcony of the great house. The forest surrounding the house was littered with dead bodies.

"The demon?"

Kam nodded at the Father.

"Will you protect me?"

Kam nodded again.

"He was your favorite student."

Kam's eyes went to the floor.

"And my biggest disappointment."

"It is not your fault. It is my damn wife's. The prophet came by and told her that Duradle wanted Crow to be the baby that held the demon that had been trapped in the Darkstone for the past twelve thousand years. She didn't know that the prophet wanted her to be dethroned and killed by the demon. She had no idea that prophets were actually worshipers of that devil."

"Is the Mother really so stupid?"

"Yes. How she made it to the throne I will never know."

 

Twenty minutes later, in the confines of his fathers bedroom, Crow faced his mentor, his teacher, and his best friend.

"KAM YOU BASTARD! YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE! YOU KNEW I WAS FESTERING INSIDE OF THIS LITTLE BODY, WAITING FOR HIS WEAKEST MOMENT TO TAKE OVER!"

Kam nodded.

"AND FOR THAT, I MUST KILL YOU!"

Crow ran and shoved his sword through his mentor's heart.

"YOU ARE TOO EASY KAM."

"You will now burn as you should continue to in the Blackstone."

Crows father stood behind Kam and muttered "Duradle save me."

Kam and the Father exploded. Not just a small little explosion of blood and gore, but like a napalm bomb gone off. The whole house exploded. Crow was knocked out instantly, and lit on fire.

 

Twenty years later it is. I don't remember

killing my family or burning the house, but

the elves blamed me, so I ran. I ran for nineteen

years, until one day, standing on a pirate ship

with a group of humans, we stumbled upon an island

containing a stone that held a monster that

acted as if it knew who I was. It told me I had a

demon in me.

That was the day I learned of my powers and the person

living inside of me. That too, was the day I joined the

dark elves.

 

To be continued...