《The Demon Child - Awakening》Chapter 7 - Another new awakening
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Frozen with fear, my mum was bleeding out and this... thing was looking at me. I turned back to see that my mom was looking at me with almost lifeless eyes. She raised her hand and said her final words.
"Dyne... I… love..." then collapsed in her blood.
"Thank God she's dead, she was such a nuisance. Now, time to kill my true target." The thing explained.
The thing started to come closer to me, and I began to see it much more evident. It had no clothes on, and its skin was grey and wrinkly. It was three times my width a don't twice the size of me. The monster was hunchbacked and supported its weight by using it's two very long arms which were on the floor. Its chest and abdomen were covered with some purple slime which just jiggled there.
I was full of different emotions, but they all told me one thing; 'RUN'. However, I didn't; instead, I called down my incarnation weapon.
"Oh-oh g-great weapon, incarnation of my s-soul, show y-yourself and aid my fight," I vaguely stuttered out.
The spear from Frederick's fight appeared in my hand; it seems that Dreansel helped me out again. I stabbed the demon, but that did nothing, and it knocked me against a wall. It appeared that the thing was quite pissed off now.
"You little bastard, now I'm gonna have some fun with you." The monster growled.
It then grabbed my spear and threw it to the side like it was nothing. As it was getting closer, it started to form 4 small object in its right hand. The creations the thing made were four simple spikes. When it stood only a headspace away, the spikes pierced into my wrists and ankles, going straight into the wall behind me. I was screaming in pain, but no one came to my rescue, surely I'd die by the spikes in me, but the monster had other plans.
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After the pain subsided throughout my body, the demon went back to my mom's corpse and ripped off her left arm. The demon opened its mouth and shoved the arm into its throat. After that horrible sight, I started to struggle; the spikes made it so when I tried to fight, it would turn into pain throughout my body.
It was endlessly repeating, but the pain was dulled, by anger and fear. I gritted my teeth and tried to pull my wands and feet away from the spikes.
"What are you doing to my mother!" I yelled at the thing.
"I'm eating your mother because I'm just starving, I'm a lucky demon to dispose of this corpse," The monster responded.
'That's what it was, a demon,' I thought.
I wasn't like Mrs Druid, who had a human form, but something dark like out of a fairytale. I watched in horror as the demon ate my mother in front of my eyes. I was paralyzed with fear that I couldn't do anything, not even close my eyes. I couldn't do anything, and the pain was hurting me so much.
The demon started eating the other arm, then the legs, then the head. After I saw my mother's skull being crushed by the demon's jaw, all my pain turned to anger.
I blacked out for a moment, being conscious in a void. I looked around, but there was nothing, it was only when I looked at what I guessed in front of me, is when I saw a blue kindled flame. It was marvellous, and the fire began to speak.
"So this is who was holding me back, might as well help whom I share." The flame said as it engulfed me.
I woke up and looked to my hand s to see that the spikes were being absorbed into me. Looking at where the spikes once were, there were no holes; only a small black dot was in its place. I tried to rub it off, but my hand wouldn't move. Soon after that, lines started to grow from those dot's until they covered my entire body.
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My body then got up on its own, I tried to tell my legs to run away, but both of them were standing still, like a stone. I then started to walk towards the demon, opening my hands and chanted the incarnation weapon summoning. I'm not sure what I was doing as my weapon did nothing last time, but still, I summoned it.
"Oh great weapon, incarnation of my soul, show yourself and aid my fight" I chanted.
Suddenly, instead of a spear, small daggers of ice appeared every time I completed the summoning. When I finally stopped speaking, I had ten small knives floating above my left hand. I pointed at the demon, and the daggers flew towards the Demons arms and legs. When the blades hit the demon, they only scratched it.
"Ow, why did you do that, you prick!" The demon yelled.
"Revenge," I replied with a calm tone.
I snapped my right fingers, and the demon started to shiver. Suddenly a blood-red icicle erupted from the demon's leg. The demon started screaming in agony; then another icicle erupted on its forearm, then it's hand, then it's elbow. After a while, all of its limbs were covered in red ice.
"You bastard, what the fuck do you think you're doing," The demon cried.
"Returning the favour." I snarled back at him.
I flicked my right hand upwards, and the ice started to crawl on his torso. The shrieks worsened ten-fold and still; my body refused to move at my command. As I was trying to run away from the horror, but my body moved closer, making the icicles look worse step by step. Eventually, I stopped moving, looking over the demon with hatred.
"Please have mercy on me," The demon pleaded, its face being the only thing that was left unfrozen.
"Like how you had mercy on my mother, even though your target is me? I don't think so," I scowled back at the demon.
"Please, I have friends and family back at my home!"
"Well then, you can see them when they die too, at my hands."
I clutched my hand, and the blood-red icicles froze over the rest of the demon's body, as the final one went straight out of the Demons mouth, All the screaming finally stopped. After the horror fest was over, my black lined body just stood there, unable to move, looking at the now-dead demon.
Suddenly, the demon started to glow a dim orange all across its body. I tried to run away, but my body would still not obey me. As the demon's orange body was glowed brighter, I struggled more and more, trying to make my body to move. Then, all of a sudden, the demon was engulfed in very bright orange.
The demon exploded, and I was launched into the sky. After falling for a while, my body hit a hill outside of Daishin; I felt the pain as most of my bones broke. I blacked out again, and instead of going to the other world, I was stranded in the complete murky darkness.
After a while, I lost my track of time, and what I thought was an hour could've been an eternity. I heard footsteps, lots of them, and after a while, I woke, to see that spears were pointing at my head. I looked up slightly to see that people dressed in all white armour surrounded me, and I blacked out again.
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