Inhuman Vengance

My Demon my friend

'this is a friend of mine cj, he knows what you all did to my wife, he’s here to bear witness to your judgment and ending and hell have your soul when I’m done with you'.
cj started crying 'nah man please I’m sorry its the leader you want man he gave us all drugs'
‘maybe, but you still took part’
Damien grinned and shot closer to his face with a blade he glided it down his chest pressing enough to cut lightly, not taking his eyes from cj, sending a creepy dark stare into his mind burning it into his brain.

'what’s your friends names asshole and I wana know goddam truth NOW' he shouted.
Cj flinched in terror,
'ok man please ok, the leader is Kyle, then there’s toby with some kind of facial hair problem man it stinks a lot, then came the dirty tracksuit guy, then another guy think he’s called runner but nobody knows his true name, coz he’s like a fast free runner kinda guy, then the other guy who mostly stood watching didn’t stay or contact us again'
he sighed relief and peered up to Damien as if to say let me go.
'thanks ill remember those names and descriptions, and the guy who did nothing will be left alone, as for you lot, I’m getting revenge'.
cj knew he was never getting away from this place, he sat nodding as if to accept his fate and regret what hed done.
'just do it man make it fast I’m truly sorry'
Damien looked at him, then his demon shadow and the shadow shook his head, telling Damien this guy is lying and has no regret or remorse for what he’s done.
Damien isn’t stupid, he could feel the lies.

'YOU FUCKING LIE' Damien screamed and launched a blade into his heart several times then sliced his throat so hed choke to death on his own blood, he continued to stab and slash the mans whole body, swinging his arms up down, left right, and spinning around slashing, barely leaving any spot untouched and he was barely recognisable, he screamed out with anger and his eyes glowed up white while he did the slaughter picturing his wife and what they did to her.
he stabbed his eye sockets and gouged them out, stabbed his ears, cut his lips off.
he went ballistic for several moments highly emotional over his wife and then looked at the demon shadow, 'he’s all yours now my friend', Damien said, 'I need to get cleaned up.
the shadow nodded and walked toward the dead man sucked in the mans soul like a dusty wind storm, 'fear not for the remains they wont be found here for quite some time, they will decompose to nothing before anyone finds them' the shadow spoke telepathically in a calm deep voice.
he noticed a closet and looked to see if there was a broom, the demon looked and could sense what he was searching for, he had the ability to place an item if it helped him gain a soul from an attached human, so he placed a fake written note by the dead man’s body, supposedly from a thug friend.
Damien smiled and gave a thumbs up 'thanks my friend tomorrow we find another your free to stay or leave until then'.

the demon nodded and followed him outside, nobody but Damien could see it unless it made itself see able to people.
he stood enjoying the rain as it washed blood from his hands and face, like paint it dripped off his clothing and skin and ran along the concrete ground into cracks and dents, his black jacket covered up any splats on his top.
on the drive home he couldn’t help but notice the demon was still with him, he kept peering in the mirror at the back seat.

'your intrigued as to why I decided to stay along with you, as your a friend and ally and will catch another tomorrow I thought it was better to tag along and help if I can' it said.
'fair enough I’m good with that demonic company is better than being alone’ he smiled back.
when he was home he showered and  took some time to think about his wife again, 'god I miss you my wife'
he stared at her photo and remembered her smiling face and the way her cheeks puffed out when she did, her eyes squinted like a bright sun was shining in them, he remembered the mornings when they had tickle fights and the winner used the bathroom first, he missed them moments like crazy and felt he would never regain such love and humour ever again.

the shadow glared at him, sensing his sorrowful heart, full of anger and sadness, 'humans amaze me with their emotions, they allow emotions to overtake them when they don’t realise how venerable they feel, why do some humans go cold and almost block their emotions altogether' it asked.
Damien looked up wiping a tear from his cheek, 'moments and situations cause humans to have emotional overload and their minds try to cope by blocking emotions and feelings so its more of a self defence mechanism built in, we are complex beings' he grinned.
'I can understand how you humans work now, why you fear, why you love, why you get overloaded with emotions, you need them emotions to feel human, yet when a awful situation is arisen, your mind no longer wants to have them emotions as its a fear of happening again and you refuse to allow anyone else into them emotions am I correct' it said in a gentle tone.

'that would a good way of putting it, we have ability to block them so we don’t go through the same thing again, that’s also called fear,  fear of being hurt really, so those men who I didn’t even know hurt me so much and tore me apart using my feelings and emotions, they cause me to be like this by slaughtering the one thing I loved most and cant live without, and now I am, and I want my vengeance for her'.
the shadow huffed a giggle and didn’t move unless Damien did, like an actual shadow if you will, he was attached to his human until his vengeance was complete and hed drained the souls of the evil doers,
then he would return to his world and lose connection to Damien, a bit like life points.

Damien sat thinking how many were left, 'so there’s the leader Kyle, tracksuit guy, and toby they are the ones who did the work on my wife, the little guy called runner stood aside but broke contact after what they did, so he’s out of this I don’t need to harm him he did nothing'
Damien sat with a pen on his lips writing it down on a small piece of paper keeping it in a safe zone away from any prying eyes.
his phone rang, it was his work colleague and friend from the construction company, hed recently called a favour from him to help his wife but they took too long and she got slaughtered, for this he wouldn’t forgive them.
he saw the name and number and annoyingly swiped up his phone, 'what' he said
'just wanted to see how your doing you’ve not been at work for almost a week or two and we wanted to ask how you are' Andy said.
'listen Andy' he said sarcastically 'here’s the scenario, your wife gets slaughtered and butchered by thugs and you call upon me to help and I take the PISS and take too long so she dies right, how would... erm... you feel ANDY' he spat down the phone.
'hey Damien I cant be sorry enough for that delay I tried and tried and you don’t know the regret I feel and pain for you man, were good pals and I never wana lose that in our circle'
'THE CIRCLE SUCKS ANDY, IT SUCKS, I call for help and don’t get it, you people are supposed to be high up in that construction company office man and able to do whatever you fucking need' Damien holds back from tears and painful sorrow as they try to escape from his eyes.