OssiPhi's blog: "Short Stories"

"Father please save me!"
"Ossian!"
"Angela!"
"Grab him, hold him down, we cant let this Demon get back on his feet! Take the girl crucify and burn her along with the wife just to be sure."
"NOOOO!!! Please she is not one of us. SHE IS NOT ONE OF US!"
"And just what are you? You're not a man so that makes you an agent of the Devil. Your kind has terrified this village for centuries. We finally eradicate those things and here you come and the attacks happen again just like before. So tell me Demon how are we to sure? We take your word that she is not nor she? We will do what have to to preserve this village and its people. "
"Please do not harm my daughter please."
"This mighty Demon is begging. [cackling laugh] Put them on the blocks now.
Fighting with chains the Demon thrashed about along the floor helpless as he watches his loved ones be drugged out of their home. Cries from the child could break the mightiest of hearts but not souless men. These men thought that they we doing justice, preserving the life and ideals of their village.

"Get him up, let his last image be image of his wife and daughter burned on the cross. Then let us pray that this Demon will find salvation. Let this be a lesson to all that we will not terrorized or fed upon like common cattle. "

"Daddy I m scared, daddy please"
"Ossian its ok, its ok. I love you with all my soul and my heart."
"No No please."
"Judgment is passed. For crimes against this community and its beliefs we will execute and cleansed their souls with fire. Bring in the torches!"

As the fires began to cover their bodies the Demon released a ferocious yet pain full cry. Tears runs down his face as he watches the flames take last of what was his life, he could hear the sound of his heart breaking. Looking around he can see the faces of the men who carried out this sentence. They had a sense of satisfaction on their faces and in their eyes. Looking into the face of the Demon I knew that this would be the last of his humanity. Thrashing still against his bonds which are not hammered into the ground. How easy it was it to tame this wild beast. As the sunset and fires exhausted the Demon sat there on his knees broken head down almost harmless.

"With justice being served there is one more final act and our people can rest easy."

He gestures to a man who for a sword. He takes the sword in his steely hands pressing the blade on his forehead as he walks over to the Demon. Standing over him as an instrument of righteousness he lowers the blade under the demons chin raising it to meet his now black soulless eyes.

"This final act will serve as a reminder that we would not be victims any longer. Our resolve will be made stronger and will never be broken by your kind or any other."

As those word echoed through the air he thrust the blade deep inside the chest of the Demon. He made no sound but had a slight smile on his face. One can only think that the smile was for the thought of peace and reuniting with his family. The men walked off dragging the body of the Demon and his wife and child. They buried them in a tomb with many other Demons who made the mistake of venturing into the village. Treating their bodies for the other side they left the Demon as he was. Tattered clothes, blood and tears stains over his body. The sword still in his chest, see they believed that with steel still lodged in the body the Demons would not wake up and over time would starve to death or to a point they were weak enough to be beheaded and that is the fate that awaits this Demon.

Its cold, dark, the air stale. Nothing stirs with in the tomb not even the spiders. The walls have cube cut outs for the headless bodies of other demons. The Demon lies on the floor motionless till a stir in his hand. His eyes flutter open taking in his environment. He uses his sense of smell to help determine where he is...under ground the smell of earth the wrenched smell of death. And then...the smell of burnt flesh then like a hammer he remembers the torture of his wife and child. His only child in 100 hundred years he is said to walk these lands. He crawls to their burnt now cleaned bodies with their heads removed. Barely able to stand he pulls himself up and weeps over their bodies. He's never cried as he cried like this before, cursing for he had a moment that was without torment and was reunited with them. He could see their faces smiling at him welcoming him to their embrace. But before he could reach them his wife and daughter both said it was ok. That he did all he could and that they loved him. Reaching out to them tears still in his eyes he was snatched back to the land of torment, memories, fear, hunger, thirst, pain, to the place that he no longer called home. Weaken still from his ordeal he slides back to floor. He takes his hand to were the blade sits and slowly pulls it out of his chest. A slow painful process and when its over he passes out again. He has vision of a dark figure appear in his dream....

"Ossian you are different you have the blood of ancients running through you. Your mother gave you a gift that cannot be extinguished by sword. Here you sit among your brethren, amongst your past they have powers to give you. To make you more powerful than any other."

"Who are you?"

"The one who made you who you are. Say the words "I want to be more" and your ancestors will bestow you the talents to avenge these deaths and those of your wife and daughter."

"I have been searching for you"

The cloaked figure leaves....

"I want to be more..."

After hours the Demon awakens he looks around the room the bones of his ancestor have turned to dust, his wife and child now dust. She was a rare gem born from a human mother and a Demon father but showed no signs of demonic traits. But she was gifted and beautiful. Focusing on how to escape from the tomb he clears his mind and he could feel his body begin to float and he passed through a crack in the door that sealed the tomb. Reforming he runs to the heart of the village. Hearing only the rhythm of his feet on the ground he arrives at the town hall. Pushing open the door he walks in stealing the breath of those who are in the room. Frozen at the sight of the Demon whom they thought was dead now stood among them, stronger, more sinister than before, eyes red like the heart of the devil's heart. The only word spoken was said by the Demon.

"Invictus"
With that he launches him self into battle, ripping out the throats of the man closest to him. The men scatter to grab their weapons and join into the fray. The villagers here the commotion and come running to the hall. They see the Demon drunk with rage standing over the slain bodies of their country men. They charge him in a massive group swords in the air, screams in their throats. The first one to meet him has his face ripped off in single strike. The next feels the Demons hand crush through his chest. How they all wonder how can he be so strong and fast? He was easy to subdue earlier that morning. The last to face the Demon was the man who carried out judgment against him, his kin, his wife, his daughter. With what seemed to be a flash the Demon was quickly across the hall standing in front of him. The man was like a statue frozen in his fear. The Demon grabs him by his neck raising him off the ground, then he throws him onto spike on the wall. As the breath leaves the man's body he asked how?

"I am more..."

With that said the Demon leaves the hall and sets the town in a fire blaze that kills everyone and everything in it. Walking back on a path of uncertainty he walks into the night leaving all he had worked for and love. Becoming once again the Demon who wanders the night...

-Scribe of the Order