Counting my heartbeats to fall asleep doesn't work anymore as I now have nothing but ashes in the cavity of my chest.
The angel in you brings out the devil in me.
As I walked down the long corridor, leading towards the tenebrous room ahead, I feel the anxiety creeping in for the encounter I am about to face. I've been working with the new demons, training them for their eternal jobs. As I was with them, however, I was called to see Damien. Now my feet tread heavily towards the malicious man.
I enter the large room and get close enough to the throne. I then immediately fall to my knees in front of him. "Father, you requested to see me?" I keep my vision in line with the floor, not daring to raise my head until spoken to.
"Yes, my daughter, you may rise." I arise from my kneeling position and stand up straight in front of him. He steps off his throne and walks until he is in front of me. "I called you here for a reason. I have an, you can say, award for you."
I keep my expression neutral and hide the shock in my head. "What is this award you speak of?"
He smirks and puts his tartarean hands on my face. "Something that will make you even move powerful. For I have seen your hard work and dedication as my second in command." He caresses my face and I have to hold back from cringing away. "This is a blessing my child."
"I am honored father and I thank you for the praise. Now, what is this so-called blessing?" He tightens his grip on my cheeks and forces me to look into his now black eyes.
I feel myself suddenly lock into his stare. "I shall show you daughter." He starts mumbling words that I cannot catch onto. I suddenly feel a burning sensation in my gut, and I scream out in agony. I drop to the floor in pain and clutch my stomach. As soon as the pain enters, however, it just as fast fades away into nothing. "Stand up and do not show weakness."
I put myself on my feet and face him again. "What did you do to me father?" I continue to clutch my gut, in fear that the pain will happen again.
He smiles wickedly at me. "I have given you my most prized creation. I have put inside you a very powerful demon, the most powerful of them all. He was created by God himself before my demons and I got ahold of him. He is ruthless and unbreakable." My eyes slightly widen as he continues on. "He now lives inside of you. You will not know he is there, and he will not bother you unless asked upon." He turns away and heads towards his throne again. "If you wish to have him take over, simply ask him by his name and he shall appear."
I feel the fear travel through me as he speaks of this all-powerful demon. I've heard tales about him and the fear he brings upon people. Now I have him living inside of me. "Thank you, my father, for this gift. I am truly honored." As much as I don't want this, I knew better than to say anything to him. I have to accept this as part of my life now. Whether I wanted it or not. I bow and then turn to leave the room. I stop in my tracks as I forgot to ask a question. "What is his name father?"
He smirks as he sits on his high throne. "Zarathos."
I shoot up into a sitting position on the bed. I look around at my surroundings, forgetting where I was for a second. I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I freak out at the foreign touch and use my powers to force the individual unto the bed with my arm drawn back, ready to attack. I see Peter beneath me, and I immediately push myself back into my original position.
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Fanaa (Peter Parker)
FanfictionFanaa (noun):// destruction of the self; destroyed in love. "I destroyed myself for you, why isn't that enough?" Iris Rosati is the reigning ruler of hell. Peter Parker is the angel of the avengers. While they may hate each other, remember, there's...