earth

chapter 1 frfr

First half starts

The country

As her hand cradled my ears, the warmth of her touch seeped into my bones. I couldn't help but gape at her monstrous face, with its caramel-brown eyes and greasy brown hair that was surprisingly untangled despite its appearance. Those eyes conveyed a sense of comfort that I badly needed, but not for her ― for me. 

My gaze was torn away from her as I spotted the reason why I was there. Lying on the floor was a man near the bed with his face battered and bloody. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was the one who had beaten him to death. Examining my knuckles, I saw them tainted with a mix of his blood and mine

"Don't look at that, William" The woman exclaimed, her head tilting into my sight to obstruct my view of the bloodstained knuckles hanging limply at my sides. I dropped my hands as she withdrew hers from my face.

Her next move surprised me. "I'll call the police," she said, pulling out a tiny device from her pocket, which my host's memories identified as a phone. Without thinking, I reached for it, attempting to crush it with my palm. But the body I possessed was weak, and I failed to break it.

The woman looked at me in shock as my hoarse voice choked out my first word. "No." I sounded low and calming, a stark contrast to what I had imagined. I wasn't even sure if that was my voice, or if my innate demon's presence had influenced it.

She gazed at me with a hint of confusion, turning her attention to the window.

"No? What-what do you mean no?" She raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow, her eyes blazing like fire.

"We... dispose of him," I said, my voice flat and eyes locked onto the corpse lying at our feet.

"But that's wrong! We have to go to the police and explain what happened!" Her voice was filled with panic and desperation. The fear was palpable, but it only made my desire to do it even more intense.

"Trust me, I have a plan," I said, as I crouched down to the man's lifeless body. I could almost feel the heat emanating from his skin, the stench of death overwhelming.

"A plan? You?" she scoffed, her disdain for my abilities clear in her voice. "You were having a panic attack mere moments ago," she added, clearly trying to undermine my confidence.

"Yeah, well... That was moments ago," I shrugged nonchalantly. The truth was that I had never buried anyone before; my usual way of dealing with corpses was to let them pile up. But this time, I had to try something new. As I looked at the man's face, I couldn't help but think that if he was in hell, he would wake up in an instant and face more of these beatings for eternity. It was a satisfying thought, and it made me smile.

"Listen carefully," she demanded, her eyes blazing with rage. "We are marching straight to the police station and turning ourselves in for what you did." I couldn't help but smirk, shaking my head at her naivety. Humans are so righteous, aren't they? But not William, This was no act of self-defense like she claims. William's soul wouldn't be in hell right now if it was.

But when I saw the fear in her eyes, panic bubbled up within me. "No, we aren't turning ourselves in," I sighed as I stood up from my crouched position. She looked at me, her eyes widening as I saw the realization dawn upon her. 

"If we do this, we might go to prison," she stammered, her fingers twisted in the roots of her hair. Sweat noticeably ran down her cheek and even her pointed nose.

According to William's memories, this woman was his girlfriend, and I needed her for my mission. I could feel the otherworldly energy coursing through my veins. My hands latched onto the sides of her ears, catching some of her hair.