Demon Heart.

calling

(AN ok this is just a trial for me, if you want me to continue please let me know. If not i already have a great idea for another book. thanks again to my girlfriend Clarabell who didn't let me give up on writing when things weren't looking good.)

Demon Heart

Pryo's Omen glowed dark red. Damn, he thought. He quickly pulled out a note pad and pen and scrawled a quick note, signing it at the bottom. Pyro walked silently through the dark, projector lit classroom to the teacher's desk.

"Excuse me Mr Bentley?" Pyro whispered to the teacher.

"Yes Pyro." Mr Bentley answered, slightly annoyed at the film being interrupted.

"Dentist." He answered handing him the forged note.

Mr Bentley studied the note for a second or two before nodding at him, indicating to the door. Pyro walked past his desk and scooped up his books.

"Oi Py!" a female voice whispered as he made his way to the door, "What is it?"

"Shh, nothing ill be back tonight." he replied and kissed the girl quickly on the lips, and patted her shoulder.

Once outside the classroom Pyro pushed aside a pot plant and stashed his books in a hole in the wall there. He ran along the corridor until he reached the end, he flung the window open and leapt out. As he fell black tendrils of smoke seeped from the swirling and now glowing red tattoo-like Omen that covered his left shoulder and slightly down his back. The tendrils writhed through the air weaving a sort of egg around him. As Pyro neared the ground of the five-story building he turned so he was standing upside down in mid air.

As he hit the ground, the smoke egg exploded around him and he sank straight through the ground and the world span upside down, leaving him standing in the middle of a road under a blood red sky.

"Damn it sucks to be home," he muttered to himself.

Pyro bent his head and muttered a few guttural, indistinguishable words. His now black Omen began sprouting black lines that curved down his body as they reached each arm they lifted of his skin and began weaving a thin membrane out of each arm, four long black spines also sprouted from each arm, creating wing like things on each arm. Pyro grinned and leapt from the ground, flicking his arms out to accelerate his lift.

Pyro soared over the cracked, black road, gradually the cracked disused road turned into an odd tumbling city, the were ancient buildings and modern alike, all of different cultures but all in the same state of disrepair, they were used but had naturally started to deform and had been added onto with no respect for any architectural structure, the whole city was shambled and falling apart.

He rotated his arms again, angling them again in a position that took his swiftly downward. He shot toward the ground and landed hard. The wing-like membrane that had sprouted from his arms shrank back to his Omen then combined with his tight, dark coloured shirt and grew up over his head and down his arms, successfully creating a hood and sleaves.

Pyro walked slowly down the road into the city, the road gradually became more crowded and an assortment of strange creatures cluttered the dark, smoky streets, yells, shouts and strange sounds echoed  from all around the crowded streets, large and small demons alike shuffled along the street, venders yelling out there wares, boasting about their their goods to eager buyers on the street.

Pyro shuffled his way through the crowd to the side of the street, he walked up to a dark, rune-covered door, no different to the others unless you knew what to look for.

He pressed himself fully against the door and whispered a few indistinguishable words. As he finished his chant he leaned further into the door and melted through it in to the dark musty room beyond...