An Orc's Journey

Interim: A Pact With A Demon

For a Ragistolia. Life is pretty difficult. Whilst they are welcomed in most places they also are treated like they are physically disabled. That might be because they have no eyes whilst everything else does. But even though they have no eyes. They can see through their other senses.

For me. My sight comes from my smell and hearing. Most Ragistolia can't use smell. fortunately I'm not like most Ragistolia. I'm a half breed, a mix of a Ragistolia and a Malformia. Sadly this means that I can't completely shapeshift and only change certain parts of my body.

It's fun changing how I look in front of the dwarves. One second I look like myself. The next I'm the height of a behemoth but I still look like me. It odd that I can only kinda use my shifting properly. But it probably helps that I can still do it.

Anyway. Today I'd like to talk about my voice.
When I say my voice I don't mean my speaking voice. I mean the other voice. It's in the back of my mind. Slowly scratching away. It will occasionally try to tell me what to do, Steal this, Punch that. I don't listen to it. Sooooo much easier if I don't listen.

When it started to happen. The talking. Life started to speed up. Days merged. My memory started to fade.
Well until a week ago that is.

It was 3 days ago that the voice first made itself properly known to me. I had just finished cleaning up at my job and was walking home when I found myself in this place of red and gore. And in front of me was this big ass black gargoyle looking thing that had red eyes. I tried to move but found myself immobile. And that's when the voice from the back of my head spoke through his mouth.

"How's it going blindo" the demon was clearly talking to me.
"You know that counts as racism right?" I spoke and my voice allowed me to see more of him. He was shirtless, with 4 wings and two points horns.
"You might be THE most stereotypical demon I have ever seen."
"How would you know? You can't see."
"I don't need eyes to see asshole"
"Interesting. You are very interesting my boy."
"Is this why your voice is in my head?"
"Kinda. It's in everyone's heads where you live. But you stumbled into here somehow. So I have a proposition you might enjoy."
"And what's that"
"I'll let you see. If, you let me embody you when I need a physical form."
"Um. Do I get your powers?"
"Some. If you need them. So are you in?"
"Sure... How does this work?"
"Well. I'll brand you. And then when you need my power. Your brand will glow."
"Where's the brand?"
"It's currently on your forehead."

After that I was told to head to Earth and await further instruction. And that's how I am at the moment. Sat in a motel. Waiting for a black demon to talk to me. It nice having eyes though. I don't like the way colours differentiate depending on your way of seeing.