DemiDemon: Chapter 1

[Cadorean]

You slowly and carefully open your eyes. You're in a dark place, a cold and damp place, a dirty, jagged place. You wonder about this place. Your thought is quickly cut off by a little orb flashing past your face. There it goes again. On its return it stops in front of you and you can see that it's on some sort of stalk that you can't see the base of, and it has little squishy branches coming off of it. It moves to the right, then to the left, then up and down. Then you realize: you're controlling it. This... this power is amazing. You can't believe what you're doing. You stop suddenly when you see a dark figure approaching. It appears to be made of pure darkness.As soon as it touches you, though, another beast, much smaller and orange coloured, sprouts out of its feet. This orange beast pushes the black front tip of its self into you. It's wet, but not like the wet of the ground below you. It's warmer, more gentle. After what feel to be an eternity of the beast moistening you, it spins the room around, so that what was forward is now to your side, and what was your side is now the damp ground. You shiver slightly, but then the beast wraps a warm, grasp onto you from behind, and just like that the world is moving again. the room has twisted so what was up is now your side, what was ground is your other side, and... wait, everything's spinning. Everything's rushing past you. Your front feels cold, and like it's being lightly touched by something infinitely soft. Despite this new chill, you somehow feel warm, as if nothing could harm you. You slowly drift back to sleep.

You awake this time much warmer than before. you're being touched on almost all sides, by many little squirmy entities, all warm like that beast. Speaking of the beast, it is laying next to you, wrapping its immense length around you and all the other wriggly bodies. You notice similarities between these bodies and your own. same pink, squishy lump, same tiny branches coming off. You wonder if these creatures are the same as you. You decide they must be, or else you wouldn't be here sleeping together with them. It's the great orange beast that worries you. Is it keeping you protected until you are ready to be eaten? You figure that there is no point in fighting such a fate, because if there are so many others here waiting to be eaten as well, then it must be the order of things. You decide all this existentialistic thought is pointless, and go back to sleep.

Five years later...

You awaken from a light nap in the middle of the hunt. You're much larger than your brothers and sisters, but you aren't quite as strong or fast as them. They've also started to grow that orange fur your mother has, but your fur is only growing on the top of your head, and it's light brown, like dead grass in the afternoon sun.

You whisper to your eldest brother, "have you killed while I was asleep?"

"No, but even if we had you would have gone hungry."

"I think that you might be wrong there, brother."

He growls at you playfully, and runs off. You both know you could never catch him in a foot race, but fishing in the lake you have him beat any day. Every day, every minute, every second of your life is devoted to hunting, because while you are less capable a hunter than your brothers and sisters, you need to eat quite more. You decide that your brother can go kill what he wants, but you're in the mood for fish.

You race down to the lake, and dip your head in the water. The biggest reason you are a better fisher than the rest of your litter is because you are able to do this for prolonged periods if time. You can hold your breath, a trait all your siblings lack, for a length and a half of the lake. You can dive down to the bottom, where the hard-shelled delights sit around. You are the king of this lake.

You notice a large creature, larger than you, swimming in the water. It has a similar build to you, and the same brown fur. You quickly pull your head out of the water and creep around the lake, closer to it, while staying hidden in the brush. It walks out of the water on its hind quarters, standing ten times higher than you. You try and get closer for a better look, but a twig snaps beneath your foot. You curl your toes up into a tight ball to try and hold the noise back, but to no avail; this creature already sees you. It lowers its self down to your stance, then even lower, and finally onto its belly; it's arms outstretched, you assume this as a gesture of reverence for its kind. You walk out of the brush, and sniff at its front feet. They smell floral, but flowers that only bloom much later in the cycle, right before the leaves on the trees start changing colours. You nudge his foot with your nose, pushing it out of the way, and walk up to its face. This thing is bearing it's rather unimpressive fangs, but it seems nonthreatening in a way.You lick it's forehead, and this tastes just like the same flowers that its feet smell of. you walk over to its side, curl up, and pretend to go to sleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, it gets up, starts howling out into the woods, and a giant shiny, sharp looking monster comes up, and another of these creatures comes out. This one has orange fur just like your siblings, but again it is only on top of its head. The first beast lifts you and sets you into the shiny beast with a mother's gentleness. You figure that they must not want to hurt you. But once you are set down, they close the shiny beast around you and you realize your world is about to change.

The pink beasts start talking to one another, but you have no idea what they are saying. They seem to come to a consensus on something, and one of the turns around from hiding behind his cold-skinned guardian and says something to you. He points at you and repeats this sound. You figure this sound must be your name.

Now, what is this sound they want to call you?

[LukeSG]

Jonesy

[SonicLover]

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I have no idea what I just read.

[LukeSG]

It's weird, like a scenario for LSD room or something. Google LSD dream and you will know what I mean.

[Cadorean]

Jonesy

You repeat the sound back to these creatures. "Jone...sy. Jonesy." The one that is turned around bears those fangs again, and starts talking to the other one some more. The shiny beast roars, and starts shivering. Then it starts to move, and you notice that you can see out the sides of the beast. You watch as you get farther and farther from the lake, until it is fully obscured by the trees. You see your eldest brother running behind you, but he is much slower than the loud, shiny beast you are in. You climb towards the rump of the beast, but just as you are about to leave its confines, you are stopped by some invisible wall. You scratch at the slick wall for your brother, but you and he both understand that your combined efforts are useless. You give each other one last look, searing the image into your minds. Your brother stops chasing, and starts to walk back to the lake. You curl up in this cavity in the rump of the beast, and slowly and difficultly put yourself to sleep.

You awaken to darkness. You assume it's night, but your eyes aren't readjusting to the low light. You start to panic. Your mother lost her sight, and starved because of it while you and your siblings were still too young to hunt for yourselves.You scratch at your eyes, hoping that it may be something on your face. As soon as you stir, bright lights ignite, like ten tiny suns in the den with you. Those two beasts who stole you, and many more like them, are in the den with you. You immediately locate the most defendable position you can find, nuzzled between a wall to one side and a giant odorless corpse to the other. The beasts start talking to one another. You hear a few sounds repeated by your two captors; "lost," "foxes," and "scared" being the most common ones. Then, one of the new beasts walks over to you. It has snow-white fur, covering most of its head and face, save one bare spot on the top of its head. It lowers its self to your height, and holds one of its front feet out towards you. You sniff it, give it a little lick, and decide that it wouldn't be very tasty. The white beast calls out "Jonesy," and you quickly realize that it wants you to come closer to it. When you do, it wraps its front legs under you, and lifts you into the air like a pup. You understand that it can kill you at any moment if it so wished, so you stay perfectly still. It brings you back to the two that initially captured you, and repeats to them a few sounds which you have no idea the meaning of. Sounds like "son," and "yours." The pair grab on to you, and the white beast lets you go. It seems you will be staying with these two.

Ten years pass...

Your physics teacher calls attendance. You have come to know how long it takes to get to your name, and don't much pay attention until you need to. Your name comes up, and you respond "here" in turn with all the other students in the AP Physics class. Your lab partner's name is Michael Sapp. He's been one of your best friends since third grade when you started attending public school. You can't remember much before that, but your parents have told you stories about how you were orphaned at a young age, and got adopted at five, with no English skills, no education, and no toilet training. You often wonder how your orphanage could have possibly managed to let that happen to you.

"J, did you do the homework last night?" Michael, who prefers to go by his middle name, asks you.

"Oh Alex, when have I ever done the homework for this class?" You playfully respond, causing Alex to grin that sarcastic grin he has. "You have three minutes before it gets taken up. I'd suggest you ask me your questions directly, rather than trying to copy my answers and learn nothing."

Physics goes by just like any other day. The teacher rants about why the liberal left is trying to make America communist, you sit and admire Tori. She's not very popular or exceptionally good looking, but she's kind, especially to you. The only difference about today is that she takes notice of you. She smiles and waves at you, and you blush and wave back then immediately look down at your phone. At the end of class, she approaches you and hands you a piece of paper. You and she don't have any other classes together for the rest of the day, so you open it up and see the note. She wrote down her phone number and a little line below it that says, "Will you go out with me?" You smile to yourself and shove the note deep inside your pocket.

You've always been a people person. You somehow get along and empathize much better than most, so you've ended up as a fairly popular guy.

Alex talks to you a little before you head off to your next class. "Me and the guys are gonna go to The Quad tonight, meeting up at my place around eleven. You in?"

"Hells yeah I'm in, see you at eleven." You salute your friend as he heads off to his next class.

This is your free period. You've got an hour to do whatever you want, be it sit in on a class, head to the library, or stand in the parking lot and hang out with the stoners or street racers or gangs. You're generally liked by both the Blood and the WolfGang members at this school, so it's safe to go to either one. But the Russian mob has gotten rather petty in these last few months, and won't talk to you unless you join one of those two gangs for real.

You have the whole hour, what do you want to do?

[aattss]

>Is there any way to destroy the Russian Mob?

[LukeSG]

Establish yourself as the middleman, taking all sides but not necessarily with any gangs. Go learn some Russian by stating your interest for knowledge. Grab some food while you're at it.

[Cadorean]

Establish yourself as the middleman, taking all sides but not necessarily with any gangs. Go learn some Russian by stating your interest for knowledge. Grab some food while you're at it.

Your class ordered twelve pizzas last period! You don't need to eat. It can be entertaining to watch how the class spites the teacher, sometimes.

You head out to the parking lot. Against the building to your left is a small group of aviator toting, hoodie wearing stoners that appear to be passing around a joint. Out in the parking spots next to them are the rev heads, showing off their new superchargers or cold air intakes.

Off to your right are the WolfGang members, sitting on the curb and one of the guys' car. They seem to be having a fairly good time. Out past them by a good hundred yards are the Bloods. They don't seem quite so conent, but it's probably nothing. If it does escalate, at least you've got a straight razor in your pocket to defend yourself with.

About twenty yards out directly in front of you are the Russians. One of them sees you and gives you the finger, but most of them pay you no mind. One of your few friends in the mob, Ivan, approaches you.

"Well comrade, it seems that the general consensus of the guys is that you're a morally passive bitch."

"Fuck off Ivan, I'm staying Switzerland in this."

"But Switzerland was able to stay neutral because of the Alps. You don't have such a luxury."

"Fine. We'll see." You shove Ivan out of the way and head over to the gangs.

Who do you want to approach?

[aattss]

>Go study or something, unless you have something specific in mind you feel like doing.

Tip:If the Russians try to force you to pick one, you don't necessarily have to kill all of them, just make it not worth their time.

[LukeSG]

>Me? My parents are dead. I'm BATMAN.

[Cadorean]

>Go study or something, unless you have something specific in mind you feel like doing.

You decide to head to the library because there's not much you can do here without breaking your moral code.

The library's on the other side of the school from the parking lot, so it takes you a good seven minute to get there. When you do finally enter, you're greeted by a few peeved glares. You typically don't come in here during sixth period, given that you typically don't need to study.

You habitually walk over to the young adult section, and pick out a book called Meat the Browns. You hate yourself a little for enjoying trashy romance novels as much as you do, but shrug off the feeling and go to sit.

You head over to your regular spot you've made yourself between a couple bookcases. While you slip down onto the nest of pillows and bean bag chairs to start on your book, the library goes eerily quiet. Just as you open the book up, you hear a male voice you don't recognize.

"You sure you saw him come in here?"

Another guy pipes up, "Yeah, not but a moment ago."

"I don't see him right now, but arm yourself just in case." With this you hear the click of the hammer on a revolver getting pulled pack, and a knife very slowly getting pulled out of a metal-rimmed sheath.

You put your book down and pull the razor out of your pocket in case their fight crashes into you. You ready yourself to defend, and very slowly peek your head over the bookcase to look at these two guys who seem to be hunting someone.

You were right about it being a revolver, but this is definitely overcompensating. Twelve shot, at least sixteen inch barrel, this thing has to be a beast to use. The other guy isn't using a regular knife either; it looks more like a shortsword, maybe a gladius.

When you try to get a closer look at these weapons, the one carrying the sword noticies you. He calls out to his partner, "found him. Hasn't even turned yet, either he doesn't know or he's the only Fox I've seen that's willing to go without a fight."

"You can handle this then." The one carrying the gun decocks and holsters it on his hip. He tosses the sword one a metal, steampunk-looking pen and sits on a chair of the library, watching as his partner points his sword at your nose.

"This isn't going to be a good day for you, kid. It's a real pity, if you are actually as green as you seem." As he pulls his sword back to plunge into your face, you instinctually hold your hand up to try to absorb part of the blow. You feel a wetness on your hand, and it starts to hurt. Your eyes are clamped shut, but you know you just got stabbed. You open your eyes to inspect the damage, and see the sword thrown out of its owner's hands, and a silvery liquid oozing out of your palm. You move your finger in to brush it off your wound, but before you can, it wraps itsself around your hand, fingers and forearm and turns completely solid. And though it doesn't depress when you press on it, you can still move your fingers and wrist completely fine.

The coating on your fingers shape themselves into claws, and the gun carrier perks up. "Offensive? That's odd for your kind." He seems to have taken an interest in you now.

You try to test the sharpness of your claws on your other hand, but as soon as your hands touch, your left palm starts sweating out this liquid. It coats you up to your shoulder with small studs the whole way up, and on your forearm forms a plate the size of your torso. "A paladin? Not at all what I was expecting. How about you David?"

The gun carrier responds, moreso to you, "what a rare creature you are. It's a shame you're not going to get a chance to develop any skills." He walks up to the swordman and pulls his gun out. He pulls the hammer back and points it at you between the eyes. His finger moves toward the trigger, and he pulls it as he quickly points the gun to his partner's leg.

"You... you shot him. And he was on your side. What's wrong with you?" You point at his gun. You feel a strange heat bubbling up from deep inside you. It starts to overwhelm your senses; first you stop hearing the world, then your vision blacks over, then your skin heats up until it feels to be on fire. It's painful; painful and overwhelming. You let out a scream, and your throat burns on fire as you do so.

The first thing to come back is your hearing. You hear the moans of the two guys who attacked you. They sound to be in pain. The next sensation you get back is tactile feeling. As the world cools, you feel damp, some of it sweat, but much of it far too dense. As your vision comes back, you start to understand what happened. There are scorch marks in a ten foot radius around you. Your assailants have been thrown back into the far wall. You think you can see bone sticking out of one of their arms. You look down at yourself, and you are completely coated in this silver liquid.

You walk over to the guys, and the sword carrying one does indeed have bone sticking out of his arm. You reach into his pocket and grab the peculier pen. You go back to your reading spot and put the book back on the shelf, making a mental note to read it later.

Shit, four minutes until the end of the period. You have no idea how to explain any of this away, at least without sending you to a psychiatric ward. You guess you've got no chance, so you head out the door. As you cross the threshold, all of this silver stuff starts to drip off of you. Within moments, you're completely clean. You look back, and so is the library. You step back into the library and go over to the spot where you left the two injured guys, but they're nowhere to be seen. You collct your things, and leave.

Next period is history. Do you want to head over there, or skip and try to figure this out?

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You don't have to do either if you don't want, those just seem to be the most obvious options.

[Cadorean]

And here it is. The title does seem a little strange for a high school life story.

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And there goes all two readers.

[LukeSG]

I dunno, I thought this is something similar to Shin Megami Tensei, loved those games to death. XD

>Collect silver in a bottle, pawn it off.

[Cresent]

Another new reader for you. This seems promising

> What are you, stupid? Obviously, those guys know enough about you to predict your movements, and next time they will propably bring more guys with more guns. Skip the reaming class, run straight home and pack your stuff. It is time for you to vanish.

> After packing your stuff, take the next available source of transport and as far away from home as possible. Arm yourself if at all possible: even if you have magical powers or something like that, having backup in form of a gun or even an additional knife or something would most definitely help. That razor alone is hardly going to scare your pursuers off.

[aattss]

>They did expect you to be dead or something, so...yeah. However, people will notice if you just run away. At minimum, try to escape after school, so you could claim you were sick or something.

[Cadorean]

> What are you, stupid? Obviously, those guys know enough about you to predict your movements, and next time they will propably bring more guys with more guns. Skip the reaming class, run straight home and pack your stuff. It is time for you to vanish.

Thank god your parents both have full time jobs. You can get home to grab some things without anyone noticing.

You run back to the parking lot. The stoners and racers aren't here any more, so the Blood set shuffled over to that general area. You walk over to your Nissan 240 and peel out of the parking lot.

Thankfully you live close enough to school that it only takes you five minutes to drive home. You enter through the back door, and start to think of what all you want to take.

The first thing you grab is your father's rifle. It's a custom handmade .45 bolt action with cross-haired iron sights. You made him this gun three years ago, and you figure now is as good a time as any to take the gift back. You also grab a small box of ammo, to which you estimate about fifty rounds.

You head over to the kitchen and grab a loaf of bread and a block of cheese. You consider grabbing some fruits and vegetables, but decide perishables might not be the best idea. You also grab a meat cleaver that you sometimes use to split open bones to get at the marrow inside.

> After packing your stuff, take the next available source of transport and as far away from home as possible. Arm yourself if at all possible: even if you have magical powers or something like that, having backup in form of a gun or even an additional knife or something would most definitely help. That razor alone is hardly going to scare your pursuers off.

You put all that stuff in your car as well as some jewelery, and head back over to the school. While your rifle is powerful, it isn't very practical in a close range fight, so you're going to see about trading some of the jewelery for a hangun.

When you get back to the school parking lot, you head over to the WolfGang guys. You've got a couple friends in with them who'd be willing to make this deal.

When you get out of your car, your friend and fence Ryan comes up to greet you. "What's up man, it looks like you've seen a ghost."

"Even if I told you my story, you wouldn't believe it. Look, I got attacked by some guys last period. Not just your average meth-heads, either. They were hunting me, specifically. One of them had this stupid, twelve shot revolver, and the other one had a sword. I have some gold jewelery that I want to trade for a handgun to try and protect myself."

Ryan stares at you for a little while, then gets a wild smirk on his face. "That's too stupid a story to make up. I want to help you, so I'm gonna see if I can do you one better." He walks over to the group, and starts convening with them. The debate gets a little feisty at one point, but nothing gets out of hand. Ryan walks back over to you.

"The guys say we only help our brothers. So over the next five or so minutes, you're going to get hazed and join the pack." He walks behind you, grabs your arms, and takes you into the group. Four of the biggest guys each grab a limb, holding you up quartered. They delicately place you on the ground, still holding on to you, and the biggest guy of them all walks up to you, bends over, and sits himself down right on your chest. Then the guys holding your arms start all scatting the same thing, and rythmically pull on your limbs. After a couple minutes of this, they all stop, and give an incredible tug, and pick you up off the ground, fatass chest-sitter and all. The big guy gets off of you, and the others start swinging you back and forth and continuing that chant at a much faster pace.

You feel a little sweaty, and your shoulders start to leak the silver liquid again. Just as it starts to permeate the fabric of your shirt, the guys drop you, and all take a step back. Raymond, the pack leader, walks up to you.

"Well lookie here, a Quicksilver has joined our pack." At this, he hold his hand out to you. When you grab it, the hair on his arm shines golden bonde, and spreads out into brass arm guards. He smirks as he pulls you to your feet. You look at your arms, back with that insane covering you had not but a couple minutes ago. "I'm gonna guess this is your third turning. Am I right, Mr. Quicksilver Paladin?"

"Second, that I'm aware of. If it isn't so bold, might I ask what the fuck this is?" You look down to your arms. The metallic coating on them almost seem to be flowing, like oil on water.

"I'll explain it all later. For now, you're gonna head off to our den, and relax." He barks out some more of those scat sounds, and two guys step forward. Ryan, and a bulky guy you don't know by name. He introduces himself as Jacob.

You get back in your car along with your escort. You pull out to the edge of the road, and turn on your GPS.

What are you going to do?

[Solaris]

Ask him where you guys are going?

Hmm, drive in the middle, of the gang? In the front or back you could get picked off if one of those guys comes back with heavier weaponry, but they might not risk it if it means hitting one of the others and getting a gang on their ass, right?

[LukeSG]

>Do you accept the natural silver that I sweat as monetary compensation? I could just go to the gym forever and workout forever, earning money from my sweat. It IS infinite silver after all!

[SonicLover]

"Quicksilver"? Is that silver thing a common skill?

[aattss]

>"Is it safe to assume that you make most of your income by pawning the silver off?"

[LukeSG]

>Sell infinite leaking silver, save american economy. You jelly EU fags?

[Cresent]

> Obey the driving directions that are given and ask for directions if they are not given. Also, try to gather some information from the guys escorting you to somewhat more safe location (by the looks of it, at least). Who where those guys attacking you, for starters? Ryan seemed to recognize them from your description.

[Cadorean]

Ask him where you guys are going?

Hmm, drive in the middle, of the gang? In the front or back you could get picked off if one of those guys comes back with heavier weaponry, but they might not risk it if it means hitting one of the others and getting a gang on their ass, right?

"Pussy." Raymond scoffs at you, and spits on the ground.

"Those guys came after me with guns. Am I not allowed to feel just a little scared?"

"You won't need a convoy." Jacob grumbles; a deep, mellow, soothing grumble, that is somehow both a bit lethargic and terrifying.

"He's right, you know." Raymond gives you a subtle smirk.

>"Is it safe to assume that you make most of your income by pawning the silver off?"

>Sell infinite leaking silver, save american economy. You jelly EU fags?

>Do you accept the natural silver that I sweat as monetary compensation? I could just go to the gym forever and workout forever, earning money from my sweat. It IS infinite silver after all!

"Do you... guys..." Huh. whenever a drop of the silver drips off of you, it vanishes before it hits the ground. Besides, this stuff typically doesn't come out whenever you normally exercise. "Never mind."

> Obey the driving directions that are given and ask for directions if they are not given. Also, try to gather some information from the guys escorting you to somewhat more safe location (by the looks of it, at least). Who where those guys attacking you, for starters? Ryan seemed to recognize them from your description.

You decide to just shut up and get in the car. you open up the passenger's door and slide the seat forward so that Jacob can get in the back. You push the seat back on to him, and Ryan vaults himself into the car.

You pull out of the parking lot, and Ryan pulls out a GPS. "Just follow this thing. It'll take you to your new home."

The car is quiet for a few minutes, when Jacob starts to talk. "I remember when I was taken in, Quicksilver. They treated me similar to how they're treating you. I guess it's 'cause we're both pure metals."

"What?"

Ryan chimes in. "There're three families of metal. Gold, Titanium, and Quicksilver. They're each named for their respective 'pure forms,' or the strongest version. You, friend, your metal is Quicksilver its self. Consider yourself lucky; that's the rarest family to begin with. Me, I'm a pure Titanium, and Jacob back there is pure Gold."

"Now I may be a Gold Shield, but that doesn't make me not a Wolf. And you being a Titanium Wolf doesn't make you not a ShadowCrawler."

You figure all this is way over your head, so you stay quiet.

"And you know that it just makes me better at being a ShadowCrawler. I can hold my own against you any day."

"Can you say the same about the guy in the driver's seat?" Jacob kicks you in the back of the chair, and gives you a huge grin.

"My name's Jonsey." You pipe up. God, you sound so pathetic, right now.

"That's a gay ass name." Jacob chortles to himself. Just as lethargic, just as terrifying.

"I know it is. Everyone just calls me J."

"So, what do you say, Ryan? Think you can take on J?"

"Fat chance. He's got Metal advantage, and he's a fucking Paladin for Christ's sake."

"What exactly does that mean, 'I'm a Paladin'?"

"It means role-wise, you don't have a weakness. No strength, either, but that's where Metal and Tribe come in." Ryan pulls out a pack of Blacks, and lights one up.

"Uhh..."

"Oh my bad. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Not at all. I just don't know what a 'Tribe' is in context."

"Okay then. There're three Tribes: Tigers, Wolves, and Foxes. Tribe typically doesn't play much in actual combat, but in a higher form, it will bolster particular combat attributes."

"...So you're saying this is Final fucking Fantasy?"

"Not like that. See, we each specialize in a particular aspect of combat: offensive, defensive, or psionic. The Wolf Tribe, the Titanium Metal, and the Berserker Role all contribute to the offensive attribute."

"The Tigers, Gold, and Shields are all defensive." Jacob seems cheery piping up at this.

"And the Foxes, Quicksilver, and ShadowCrawlers are all psionic."

"Okay, so how do I determine what Tribe I am?"

"Wait and learn in combat."

"Fuck."

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You finally reach your destination, and the three of you head inside. It had started raining just as you pulled up. The base is a warehouse, rather inconspicuous from the outside, but on the inside, it had been outfitted with individual rooms, a proper kitchen, a lounge, and a rather large empty space, which everyone calls "The Pit." Raymond is already in the lounge area when you arrive.

"I take it you were educated on your ride over?"

"More or less."

"Well I have one more piece of information. When you are here, you are surrounded by many more around you. Everyone here is a demon, just like you."

"Wait, so demon as in I'm evil?"

"No, think the archaic meaning of the word demon. You are a supernaturally gifted creature put here to serve a purpose. About 900 A.D. the church decided to alienate our kind as a whole because of a few of us whose purpose was to kill certain humans, like corrupt clergy or unjust rulers."

"...okay, I guess? I'm still a bit confused, but there's a chance I can figure it out."

"If you have any questions, please, ask away."

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Sorry about the hiatus this thing got put on; two consecutive hospital visits tends to re-prioritize things, and this completely dropped off my radar. From now on, it'll be on a schedule of an update every other day, unless I feel there are enough suggestions to work with that I don't need to delay.

[Solaris]

"so what is my purpose?"

[Cadorean]

"so what is my purpose?"

Purpose for what? For being here? Well, you're here 'the den' because a couple of hunters are after you. You're here 'sentient life on Earth'? Something I still haven't answered after seven hundred forty-three years. You're here ' Demon sent to Earth' is another thing I can't answer, bt keep in mind that every demon fulfills their purpose. You're fated to, no matter what."

"Sure. Cool. I follow."

"Got any other metaphisical bullshit questions?"

"Where's the bath room?"

"Behind me to the left."

"Thanks."

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The next few months are fairly uneventful. You pass your finals and graduate high school. You never see your parents again. Nothing too terribly unusual. You and Tori have been going out. You had sex a couple of times, and that hasn't seemed to fuck anything up yet.

You sit on your bed, tossing little orbs of Quicksilver at the wall. they burn the wall wherever they hit, but whenever you touch the impact spot, it feels particularly cold. As you do this, your room mate, Lars, pokes his head in. "Girlie's here to see you, boy."

You wordlessly get up and head towards the door. You never even look at Lars let alone make eye contact. He understands this to be a curtousy on your part, saving both the need to say more tha that. As you pass him, though, you give a gentle nod, as a show of thanks.

Tori is standing in the main entrance, arms folded, waiting for you. When you approach her, she throws herself on to you, and starts sobbing. "Never leave me, Jonsey. I won't let you."

"What's this about? It isn't like you to cry like this."

"We're going to be connected forever, J. We've got a baby on the way."

"What."

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