The Demon Within

Part 5

Damien directs my feet onto the football field. The lights beam on the grass and painted lines. No one is here, but Oliver's voice still calls in the distance.

   He won't be able to stop this. I know Damien won't let him. He makes me walk to the center of the field. He kneels me down and plunges the knife into the grass.

   I feel him carving a shape into the grass. It takes awhile before he stands me up. Before I can see what it was, Oliver's voice makes Damien jump.

"Heather!" He's standing at the edge of the field. One arm in a sling, the other pressed against his chest bleeding.

"There's no stopping this now child of light!" Damien roars with my mouth, but the voice is off. Instead it's a garbled, darker voice. "There will be blood, and Lucifer's power will reach all."

Lucifer? The dark angel that was thrown from Heaven I think. Wasn't he supposed to be evil? Didn't he become Satan?

I pull against the darkness I'm sitting in, somewhere in my conscious. Nothing happens. I can't influence anything in my body at all. I see as if I'm watching reality unfold on a giant tv screen that illuminates this dark place that I've been banished. This darkness is encloses me everywhere and I can't get out on my own. I start to panic, how long will he keep me like this? The one night? Or will he break that promise for the greater good and use me more and more as often as he sees and push me out because I've let him have this much power over me?

Oliver takes a few steps onto the field. He looks down at the ground where Damien was having me carve. His eyes widen and his mouth opens with no sound.

Damien reaches into my pocket and takes out the meat. The blood drips from it. He turns my body and casts the meat down in the middle of the shape. A pentagram.

"Heather! Don't let him do this! He's going to make others posses more kids and hurt people!" Oliver yelled.

Damien chuckled. "You children of the light are pathetically naive. You hope when there is none. Your Father can do nothing to interfere while she gives me consent."

Oliver sprints towards us. My anger grows and I can feel Damien's frustration as he waves my hand but fails to cause a supernatural punishment.

"Let me end him," Damien asks me. "Give me consent."

I hesitate. This can't be the way. Helping others and overcoming evil shouldn't need bloodshed and forced possession and deals. All that has come of Damien and his master is pain for others and gratifying myself.

"N... n-no" I stammer.

"Give me consent! He's the enemy! He wants to stop you from getting what you truly want, to stop us from doing what should be done!" Damien screamed.

Oliver reached our body and grabbed at my shoulders. Damien twisted my hips and ducked down. He launched me at Oliver's stomach and tackled him to the ground. He slid the knife out from my other pocket and held it against Oliver's throat.

"Let me kill him!" Damien roared with my own mouth. Oliver struggled with his unbroken, yet bleeding arm and held my wrist back.

I sobbed in this darkness. This is where my greed and pride has taken me. My desire to be popular, to be powerful, to gain from all this. I am not even myself anymore.

"No! I won't let you use me anymore!"

"If I can't kill him, I still have control enough to get him out of the way," Damien growled.

Damien twisted the knife and hit Oliver on the temple with the handle. A cut gashed across his forehead and blood began seeping out. Oliver gasped and rushed his hand up to his head. Damien rolled my body off of him and stood back up. He rammed my foot into Oliver's side. And again. And again. Oliver groaned and crawled a few feet away.