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.Scarlet Letter.
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This is the beginning of a simple Fan-fiction. Nothing large, sophisticated, or undesirable. Just what it may just be.
Enjoy~~~
Drip, drip, drip. I could hear as rain drops splashed onto the cold ground. Hopefully the
Gods will see it fit for the rain to cease. Traveling around where ever I see fit isn't always
wonderful. Well, that's what I never really had expected. I left my home with the name
Demio. Now I'm not so sure if that is my "true" name. Names have many meanings. I
want to know what mine is. What is my name? My purpose, destiny, personality,
everything! As of now, searching for it isn't what I was intended for. When I left home, it
was to protect them. Mother, sister, brother, even the farm. I knew there was something
wrong ever since that day.
On an early morn, as usual I’d herd the sheep out then feed the chickens. Instead I
decided to cool off by the pond before attending to them. Grabbing a flask, I never
noticed what had landed within the pool of water. Submerging the flask deep enough for it
to fill I noticed how unusually pure the water appeared. All most too clear. I stared deeply
into the pool; I placed my hand over my still reflection and waved it a bit. Seeing nothing
unusual I readied to pull my arm back. That is I never did. My own reflection reached its
arm through the barrier of water and grabbed me. My own reflection! I tried to lug my
arm free of its grasp but he propelled my head into the water. I held my breath and
closed my eyes, hoping that I wouldn’t have to face my demise. A cold hand brushed
against my cheek. So cold, it burned. The searing pain was intense, I couldn’t help but
scream. My eyes flickered open; there in front of me was a serpent. Or was it a woman?
Whatever it was, it had scarred me. Scarred me deep. My eyes glazed over and the world
began to spin.
Since then strange things happened all around me. First it was the scar. Oddly enough
in the shape of a serpent whipped against my face. It burned during daylight. Everyone
who saw me thought I was the spawn of a Devil. A filthy, devious, blood-wrenched
demon! I wanted to break down and weep, but what would mother say? Sons of Adam
never weep. Not even when they throw rocks at you. Even when they set there mangy
flea-bitten dogs on you. Then again…Maybe they were right. Maybe I am a spawn of a
devil. Or even a filthy, devious, blood-wrenched demon. Would a demon kill the one
person they loved? Yes, they would. For that is my sin. I regret it too. Yet, the blood on
my hands felt delicious. Realizing what I had done I knew I had been cursed. Calling it a
night, I walked into my father’s room as he slept peacefully. My mind was racing as my
gaze was directed at his chest. Unconsciously my hand laid at rest above his heart. The
smell of something burning emitted. My father’s eyes snapped open as my hand sunk
through his flesh, grasping his heart. One word escaped his lips as I watched myself in
terror.
Demon.
Blood soaked all over his sheets and on me. I looked frantically around the room, making
sure no one had seen my terrible deed. I gawked at my hands. My own two hands had
killed my father. My father! My head was spinning, what should I do! Jump out the window
and end it? Drive my heart through with a stake?! Drown my self!? Oh, dash it all!
“I know!” I gasped, as I ran to my room. I grabbed all my belongings and ran out
furiously.
Ever since then I have been traveling in search. In search of what? I do not even believe
I, myself, know what for. I gloved my hands and wore an old brown cloak. Only to reveal
my scarred face whenever my search ends.
Still waiting for the rain to cease, I pull my hood closer around my face. Humph…Like
anyone cares. I sat there crossly and thought of my hatred of the world. I hated the
world, and only for the things it hasn’t done to me. So far as my travels I had come upon
that I had been burned with the poison of some sort of demon. Also that I had been lucky
to have survived. The poison of a demon contains deadly toxins and powerful magic.
Somehow I survived with all but a burning scar and deadly desires. My magic though,
never thought of as magic to me. More of the effects of a curse. I will never see well in
my power. Or whatever other powers I know I contain.
~
Short as it may be, I'd like to see if anyone will actually read it at first glance. This is merely the introduction ; _ ;
Enjoy~~~
Drip, drip, drip. I could hear as rain drops splashed onto the cold ground. Hopefully the
Gods will see it fit for the rain to cease. Traveling around where ever I see fit isn't always
wonderful. Well, that's what I never really had expected. I left my home with the name
Demio. Now I'm not so sure if that is my "true" name. Names have many meanings. I
want to know what mine is. What is my name? My purpose, destiny, personality,
everything! As of now, searching for it isn't what I was intended for. When I left home, it
was to protect them. Mother, sister, brother, even the farm. I knew there was something
wrong ever since that day.
On an early morn, as usual I’d herd the sheep out then feed the chickens. Instead I
decided to cool off by the pond before attending to them. Grabbing a flask, I never
noticed what had landed within the pool of water. Submerging the flask deep enough for it
to fill I noticed how unusually pure the water appeared. All most too clear. I stared deeply
into the pool; I placed my hand over my still reflection and waved it a bit. Seeing nothing
unusual I readied to pull my arm back. That is I never did. My own reflection reached its
arm through the barrier of water and grabbed me. My own reflection! I tried to lug my
arm free of its grasp but he propelled my head into the water. I held my breath and
closed my eyes, hoping that I wouldn’t have to face my demise. A cold hand brushed
against my cheek. So cold, it burned. The searing pain was intense, I couldn’t help but
scream. My eyes flickered open; there in front of me was a serpent. Or was it a woman?
Whatever it was, it had scarred me. Scarred me deep. My eyes glazed over and the world
began to spin.
Since then strange things happened all around me. First it was the scar. Oddly enough
in the shape of a serpent whipped against my face. It burned during daylight. Everyone
who saw me thought I was the spawn of a Devil. A filthy, devious, blood-wrenched
demon! I wanted to break down and weep, but what would mother say? Sons of Adam
never weep. Not even when they throw rocks at you. Even when they set there mangy
flea-bitten dogs on you. Then again…Maybe they were right. Maybe I am a spawn of a
devil. Or even a filthy, devious, blood-wrenched demon. Would a demon kill the one
person they loved? Yes, they would. For that is my sin. I regret it too. Yet, the blood on
my hands felt delicious. Realizing what I had done I knew I had been cursed. Calling it a
night, I walked into my father’s room as he slept peacefully. My mind was racing as my
gaze was directed at his chest. Unconsciously my hand laid at rest above his heart. The
smell of something burning emitted. My father’s eyes snapped open as my hand sunk
through his flesh, grasping his heart. One word escaped his lips as I watched myself in
terror.
Demon.
Blood soaked all over his sheets and on me. I looked frantically around the room, making
sure no one had seen my terrible deed. I gawked at my hands. My own two hands had
killed my father. My father! My head was spinning, what should I do! Jump out the window
and end it? Drive my heart through with a stake?! Drown my self!? Oh, dash it all!
“I know!” I gasped, as I ran to my room. I grabbed all my belongings and ran out
furiously.
Ever since then I have been traveling in search. In search of what? I do not even believe
I, myself, know what for. I gloved my hands and wore an old brown cloak. Only to reveal
my scarred face whenever my search ends.
Still waiting for the rain to cease, I pull my hood closer around my face. Humph…Like
anyone cares. I sat there crossly and thought of my hatred of the world. I hated the
world, and only for the things it hasn’t done to me. So far as my travels I had come upon
that I had been burned with the poison of some sort of demon. Also that I had been lucky
to have survived. The poison of a demon contains deadly toxins and powerful magic.
Somehow I survived with all but a burning scar and deadly desires. My magic though,
never thought of as magic to me. More of the effects of a curse. I will never see well in
my power. Or whatever other powers I know I contain.
~
Short as it may be, I'd like to see if anyone will actually read it at first glance. This is merely the introduction ; _ ;
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