The wetness of the snow softly crunches underneath a man's feet as he briskly walks through a forest cloaked in white. He seems to be carrying a sack of a sort, finely woven and covered in a thin layer of ice from the dampness of it's loot. Along with the sack the man's beard is lightly frosted and covers the desperation growing in his expression. The trees stand ever silent, like crystal guardians judging his every action. This makes him constantly look around his-self in a paranoid manner and quicken his pace. Every now and then he shuffles in his step and trips over the soft powder around him. In the clear silence you can hear the sound of
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I just want to say exactly how PROUD I am to have written this story. Very proud of it. Sad that it isn't as popular as my least favorite story on deviantart but still proud of how I wrote it nonetheless.
Unlike most of the writing I do for Lost Demon this one takes a new approach. It's not sad. No where near it at all. In fact most of it has more of a mysterious feeling to it. It does have a tinge of uh... creepyness but it was very well needed for the character it was written about. I took a ton of care into writing it out and describing many of the events in it. I had to take care, as it was the very description of a few processes and I need it written down in a form that I could always remember.
Now if only I hadn't made it so long that it intimidates people I know from reading it.
Just a bit.
Actually in all honesty I could have made it twice it's size if I had any proper vocabulary in my head.
Enough about that though.
Summary: I can't tell you. Everything I say spoils it. No really.
Well I finally finished this story. Took a while to write... a good while. It's a bit of a read, I'll give it that much.
Enjoy
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The man made sure for one more time that no one was following the tracks in the snow and turned around to set the bag in the soft snow. He had been searching a long time for a solution to a problem of his, and he believes he had finally found it. Where he was from the people he knew always changed. Mostly not just in attitude or socialability, but also in a physical and mental sense. He himself was like this, but didn't want to be. He wanted to stay one person at all times and forget his past. However his current ruse has been dwindeling and he needs to act fast. He takes a peek inside the sack and smiles in satisfaction underneath the partially frozen beard on his face. Swiftly he seals it back up as he is suddenly cautious of being out in the open. He moves into a path between the grand trees standing gaurdian above him. No longer do they make him feel as if they were watching him, but now protecting him from outside danger. There was more confidence in his stride as he hustled to a cabin at the end of the path. It's an abandoned one that he kept a few things he's gathered for this occasion. Mostly they're a bunch of memoirs from a girl he had seen. Pictures of her here and there and the occasional video. It most standard terms it would be believed that he had been stalking the girl, however how can one stalk the dead? It's mostly what he found in various places she used to stay and dumped into various dumps. The girl had no family and only one friend in the world and this proved to make gathering these objects very easy. After walking further into the room and shutting the door behind him, he placed the sack onto an old table that was losing it's color from wear. He briskly walks around the room to gather various pictures, recordings, memoirs, all of the sorts. He sets them around the bag in a semi-organized manner, it's not neccessary but it's a quirk he has. After the small ritual of organizing the various items he then proceeds to open up the bag. He carefully lifts the object he had been so nervous about carrying here. It was the head of a girl, slightly decayed as it's been a month or two since her death. He dug it up from a grave after someone had come by and finally marked the spot she was buried, as apparently know one who was native to the town wanted to do themselves. Either way it didn't matter to the man how exactly all of it started, what mattered was that he had this item and it was very important. He started up some more work around the items, muttering in his unusual language at a quick pace. The items individually start to glow a dim light, while the room itself grows in darkness. The murmering increases in pace as he works faster around the items. They continue to grow in brightness and contrast the now pitch black void in the room.
He stops moving around and lowers his voice as the items themself change shape and merge together. The guy steps back a few steps from the figure being formed, losing the colors of his body in the process. The colors swirl away into the void he was now inside, a different dimension entirely. The bright object in front of him changes slowly into a human form from the feet up. The base had been made and now the color dripped in, creating the clothes and hair. The cloth was like a school girls normal wear with a red and black scheme to it. Her hair flowed out in a vibrant array of violet and went to about her waist. Her eyes opened to only give off a white glow with no pupil. What the man saw before him was only the girls soul after all. This intricant process is a ways of asking permission if you will and is heavily known in his culture. He is, after all, taking her form and memories and living life with them.
"..-ove." She speaks as if finishing a sentence, which must have been her final words before she died. The man loses the basic form that resembles a person and is no longer of any gender. It is, after all, a chaos demon.
"I welcome you Human to my peoples domain. I am apologetic about bringing you from a demension of the dead, but I have brought you here to give you an option." The beings voice echoes of of nothing and continously changes sound with each echo. There is a silence as the Demon waits for the Humans mind to catch up to the situation. She seemed a little confused, as if thinking carefully about how it's even possible to have thought.
"Why... Why did you bring me here?" The girl sounded skeptical. Not the first human to wonder why they're in a blank void in front of something they've never seen.
"I brought you here to ask for permission and to also give you an opportunity." The Demon's voice echoed around her as she went into deep thought. "If it helps clear any questions you may possibly have for having your soul brought here after death, I am a Demon of the Chaos kind." She simply stared at it in disbelief, wide eyed as Humans seem to get. However she calmed down soon after and even gave the Demon a comfortable smile.
"What is it that you want to ask of me....er.." It seemed that she was looking for something to call the Demon.
"If it makes you comfortable you may acknowledge me as Sir."
"Ok. What is it that you want to ask of me Sir?" She smiles again as she finished her question. That smile had a nice charm to it. Shame she died.
"I wish to ask permission to inhabit a bodily form that resembles yours while also knowing the various memories you lived with. This also brings up my proposition, which is that in doing so you will also be able to live with me in the body and also share in new experiences. It's tricky to do but can do it." The girl suddenly looks sad, probably remembering something in her past. It wasn't long that another smile was on her face though, must be hard to keep her down.
"Will I be able to control my body?" The question every human asks. It's an honest question but the Demon gets tired of hearing it. However hers is a specific case where she kinda does but doesn't. He thinks this carefully of how to explain it exactly to her.
"Yes and no. Yes you have control over the emotions and thoughts of the body, but you will not be n control of the body itself. It is what you Humans usually call a 'Backseet driver'." She didn't show any sign of being upset over the words the Demon explained. She did some to roll the thought around in the temporary body for her soul. She gave the Demon a stern look and straightened herself.
"I accept these terms. After all I get to meet new people right? It could be a nice second chance." If the Demon had a physical body left to show relief, now would have been the moment he let out an exhasperated sigh.
"Thank you Human. I am very grateful to you." The girl looked puzzled for a moment.
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you! I can live again, even if I'm not in my own body." As these words traveled through the void that surrounded them the girls new body started to drip away, and another body was forming where the Demon's old form used to be.
"I am thanking you Miss because you are giving me a way to escape my own reality of being a Demon. I want to live among humans and not constantly hide myself. Basically I don't want to be a demon anymore and you helped me by saying Yes."
The head of the Demon's new body was now constructed to look exactly likethe girls, and it was in tears. Though now the Demon's gender has become a female. She wipes away the salty liquid from her face as the soul of the girl who used to own this form floated in front of her. She reaches out to the floating wisp and gently pushes it towards her chest. "Are you ready to start a new life Maya Nephim? I'm sorry to use your own to escape mine, but unlike most at least you'll be there to see it." As she continued pushing the wisp melted into her skin to come at rest inside her body. "I sure am ready Sir. Or should I say Miss? Actually I'll call you by my last name to avoid confusion. Sound good Nephim?" Slowly around her the void dripped color back into itself and started to resemble more of a cabin. The table now no longer had a variety of items ontop of it and just stood there bare and showing the peeling paintjob. Soon there was no longer a deep black abyss and the normal world surrounded a girl standing in an abandoned cabin not too far away from a town. Her name is Maya Nephim, recently killed for being thought as a Demon. Her best friend was Megumi and they both went to school in Creole Academy in the Capital of Erocia. The girl leaves the cabin and the path through the forest, stopping at the edge of a small cliff looking out over a town. The sun has now risen and melted a bit of the snow. No more were there footprints and the occasional clump from a bearded man stumbling in paranoia. The girl then turned away from the city that had murdered her and went in a different direction, towards a newer life and back to one that had abrubtly ended.
