Red is a powerful soul with the power go possess other beings. A lot of demons want to have Red's power for themselves.
Among those demons is a demon named Sarian. He's after Red's power and almost succeeded until a came along and stole it.
Cassia...
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"And plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human."
Cassian's pov:
I woke up hot. From the fireplace to my body heat in general. Not only did I wake up hot but I also woke up irritated. I was supposed to be dead.
Why am I in a cabin? Why do I have this small itchy blanket on me? Who brought me here? What idiot decided to keep me alive?
The door opened, letting in a wave of cold air. I tried to sit up but the pain in my stomach stopped me from doing so. 'You're a murderer yourself, you should understand.' I remember he had pierced something through my torso, I was bleeding so terribly but the pain was not that bad. I almost met my maker on a sudden day and I had a feeling that my life was about to end.
I glanced at my torso to find green herbs, I pulled them off my skin, almost crawling at it. They looked weird and disgusting and I hate weird and disgusting.
I glanced at the itchy blanket that was on my body and I knew my next prey was going to be whoever thought it was a good idea to put that on my skin. When was the last time it got washed?
I pushed my legs off the couch that looked nasty. Huh...they are so dead. I walked over to the poor excuse of a kitchen. I couldn't find a knife. My wound had started bleeding once again leaving trails of blood behind. Just creating a mess. I thought my body was polite and patient.
I glanced at the fire place. I picked up the burning wood and rested it onto my bleeding wound. I sighed at the sizzling sound as my skin burnt to cover up the wounds put on me. I can't remember the last time I bled and needed to burn my skin, the last time my mom pointed it out and stitched me. Unless I see blood I can't tell if I am in pain or not. Sometimes I do feel it...most times I don't.
The door creaked open once again and I saw a familiar face. The weird guy that was asking me give his 'thing' back entered. At first his back was on me as he held a deer over his shoulder but then he turned to me with an irritated look.
I held the wood tightly while getting closer to him, taking in his dark eyes. He had something on him that I couldn't figure out, but there was something. I walked closer, trying to make sure it wasn't coming from the deer and it indeed wasn't. It was lifeless after all.
I inched closer and stared directly into this man's eyes. "You tried to kill me." I tilted my head to the side. This is the first time I want a prey to speak before it's offed, I deserve to know why he tried to kill me then brought me here.
"I'm pretty sure that was obvious." He rolled his eyes.
"No." I replied slowly studying him. "It wasn't." My lip twitched while I poked his side with the fire wood. "I can forgive you and walk away but you know my secret...I am just not willing to go to jail anytime soon. I'm still having fun."
"Jail?" He said confused. "Lay down you're still injured."
I looked at him closely, something in his eyes told me he was something I can't mess with without understanding. "You scare me." My eyes softened, almost teary as I stepped back throwing the wood down. "I'm scared for my life."
