Maybe I have behavioral issues. That's been a question my parents have asked my entire life, and I honestly do think that they were to blame for most of my combativeness growing up, they treated me like a ticking time bomb that they had to explode themselves in order to minimize the damage, because, apparently my mom was way too fragile. So, my dad, this pastor that was preaching love and acceptance of 'thy neighbor'- was intentionally making me upset so I would 'get over it'. Eventually it would take hours and hours to actually get me to loose control and have a meltdown, which seems to really speak to how I actually wasn't that bad of a child. And my parents were always talking about how I have issues with authority and possible conduct disorder. Lemme tell you, I had no problems with my teachers or the cops or anything. Just my parents. But that sort of shit fucks with your head so much when you're growing up. Maybe I have behavioral issues.
I'm exploring Asher's office yet again, but he's sitting at his desk this time, I can tell that he's not really paying attention though. I really want to find some entertainment. The solo rave I threw the other day isn't sustainable for me and I really need to find something better to do, I'm so bored. I walk around to that antique-looking golden jewelry box... maybe there's something more to those pendants, and was there really blood in them?
I open the box again and inspect the pendant necklace... it's eerie. And I notice some initials engraved into the silver that's holding the glass in place and I wonder who this belonged to, because it's obviously not Asher's. I stare at the blood for a long while, feeling the strange energy from it. It's hard to describe, but I could just tell that this thing is powerful... maybe it would just feel good to wear. I slip it over my head and a sweet, rotten smell immediately starts emanating from the pendant, along with a red fog. My eyes widen. What in the actual fuck is this thing?
Am I hyperventilating? Probably. But I can't deny that this feels so right and powerful. I start wandering around aimlessly with the fog trailing behind me, I pause by the window to focus on the fog for a moment, wondering if I could control it. My head starts swimming as the fog starts getting closer to my face. Maybe this wasn't a good-
I wake up lying on my back in Asher's bed with Courtney sitting in the corner. She sees that I'm awake and calls out for Asher, letting him know that I'm up. I can see her leaning over me and I can feel her hand in my hair, it's oddly soothing,
"Your master is gonna be here any minute now, Teddy, okay?" she chuckles slightly, "you're probably so confused, huh?" I nod a little, sitting up slowly and rubbing my head to see if I'd hit it on the way down. Luckily, the side of my head is only a little tender- nothing too serious. Asher sits down at my bedside and leans towards me a little, shining a light to check my pupil's reaction,
"Still a little slow, but you're getting better," he sighs deeply and his tone shifts from concerned to stern, "and what the hell were you thinking, mortal? It's one thing after the other with you and I do not have the mental fortitude to care for a mentally ill human, alright?" he pauses for effect, "do you even understand what you got yourself into this time?" I shake my head a little. One minute I was walking around and the next I woke up here. Asher lets out a frustrated groan and pulls away with his face in his hands, fed up, prompting Courtney to explain the situation to me,
"You were messing with an ancient artifact used by vampires to subdue and capture humans," her voice is oddly casual, I thought she'd at least be upset. And WHAT?! A tool used by vampires??
"Vampires are real...?" I manage to mumble. Asher gives me a disbelieving look, like I'm stupid,
"Of course they are, mortal. You understand that I'm a demon and Courtney is fae, right?" his tone is so condescending, but I genuinely didn't think that Courtney was fae, like a fairy... I just thought she was another demon, like Asher.
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Asher Sellinite
FantasyA naive, freshly 18 year old is tricked into running away from his home after summoning a very powerful demon, the dark lord of the tenth ring of hell, no less. But the demon seems to have an odd use for him.