The Hellbourne Exorsist

II

II

I wandered off into the uncivilized wasteland of the Demonic Row, not knowing what might lay ahead. Now that I wasn't a puppet, I didn't know what to do. I had to find out my new purpose. I assumed that I had some hellbourne blood in me, so that ruled out living a normal life. I had also been isolated from much of society for the better part of 9 years, so I was out of touch to the world. I had to find my own way now. I suddenly halted. I realized that I had not looked at Ceil's possessions. I ran in the opposite direction, back toward Hell. Ceil Ryder's limp body was still there. I looked at him. There was nothing impressive about him. He was a normal corpse. I stole the sword sheathe from him. That would come in useful later. I looked for anything else that might be of use, but there really wasn't anything. I left the body as I had (sort of) found it, and then I walked off. As I walked past the corpse of Recca, I noticed a small glow. A small ember burned in the empty husk that she now was. Looked like a small human. I watched it rise up and start to absorb the remains into itself, but the flames started to burn lower and lower. The body was only beginning to form when the flame went out. As soon as the flame went out, the empty husk of Recca turned to ash. The newly forming entity was absorbing the ashes into itself. I watched as the humanoid form started to take shape. I could see the outline of a female, but just barely. The outline's body started to turn from ash to flesh. I saw then a definite feminine shape then. The flesh started to wrap around her unformed face, creating a mask that protected her fragile insides. As soon as she had fully formed, she staggered to the left, then to the right. The girl passed out. When she had formed, no cloths came from the ash. I took off my tattered rag of a shirt and ripped it up so i could use it to cover her breasts and more sensitive parts. I couldn't just leave her here. I had to take her with me, for she had not killed anyone yet. She might have been a demon, but I could always slay her with the blade. I carried her a long way. I traveled from the darkest hours of night to dusk the next day.

I could keep up this constant travel forever. I was sore and dying. I had no food or water, plus an unwanted guest. I couldn't move on much longer.

At some point during the night I collapsed. I didn't wake up for a long time, about three days. The good thing that I found when I woke up was that the girl was awake. She had prepared a fire and had cooked up some wild animal. It looked like rabbit.

"What's your name?" I asked her out of the blue. I didn't care about much else right now, I just needed to address her by something. I couldn't just call her Recca because she wasn't Recca any longer.

"I don't have a name. I am a newborn nephilim. I arose from the ashes of Recca, a flame demon. I have all her memories within me. I know there is some bad blood between you and my former body, but I can get over it. I know it was probably best you killed her," the nameless nephilim told me.

"So you don't hate me for killing you, well, you past self?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm not mad at all. In fact, I'm actually glad you did. If you hadn't killed her, I wouldn't be here right now," She giggled.

"And also, how can you be a nephilim? I thought those could only come from angels," I wondered aloud.

"Well, how should I explain this? To be blunt, angels don't exist. Only demons. There is no such thing as the afterlife either. Basically all lifeforms run off of energy. A soul is pure energy source which we all run off of, but the catch is that it's an exhaustible source. That's why we die. When we die, we release the consumed energy back into the world, and it scatters. That only applies to humans though. Demons can't die without being killed unless they don't steal souls from puppets. They can absorb the energy. Once a demon is killed, it becomes a nephilim. The nephilim are stronger than humans, but are weaker than demons. Don't get me wrong, a nephilim could easily kill a demon, but they can't use any sort of magic, like Recca's flames, but they do have special abilities. They are usually pretty weak, but they can conjure small sparks or heal small cuts. Nephilims also cannot steal souls or soul energy, so they can die naturally. It usually happens after about five hundred years. They stay in their prime for about 300 of their years. Once a nephilim dies, they become a human, and they lose all their memories of being nephilim and a demon. You already know about humans, so I'll skip to the good part. The energy released from the human body is all the energy it has consumed since it was a demon. All this extra energy can't just sit there waiting to rot, so it comes together to form a new entity. This new entity is known as a demon. As you can see, there is a cycle of demon, nephilim, human, and back to demon. It's also known as the energy cycle. The memories are carried down until human, where they re erased before, and after, life," the girl explained.

"Damn, that's a lot to take in," was all I could say. I asked about angels, and she gave me the whole textbook definition of what's called the energy cycle.

There was a sudden gust of wind. The warm fire burnt out. I shot up. Something was wrong. I ran in the direction of the wind, and I saw something I'd never seen before. It was two demons fighting for whatever reason. One was a demon of earth, the other a demon of wind. The earth demon was beaten badly and wouldn't last much longer if this continued. I sat there and waited.

The wind demon started lashing out at the earth demon, but they were at least fifteen meters apart. He seemed to be flailing uselessly. That's when I saw what he was doing. He was actually coordinating attacks using the wind. With each slash, punch, or kick a powerful wind came. Some were so powerful that they drew blood. The earth demon was at his knees now, there was no helping him. The wind demon looked down upon him, and, with a quick flick of the wrist, sent a sharp wind that removed his opponent's head.

After his victory, his opponent started to turn to ash. Instead of leaving and letting a new nephilim form, he waited until it started to rise. The wind demon started to eat the forming entity, so it died as it came to life. After about a minute, the nephilim gave up.

"It's a cannibal," whispered the girl. I looked at her with a confused expression. She continued with her explanation. "Cannibal demons eat the energy of newly forming nephilims. It is very inhumane, even on demon standards. The only advantage is you consume much more energy than if you used a puppet. You are also self-sufficient when you eat this way, so puppet is not needed for you to roam the world."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Well, you are an exorcist. Isn't it you job to kill demons? You can always abandon this path. You could roam the land freely, not a care in the world. You could also take the more difficult path. You must endure much hardship, but you could make the world a better place," the girl taunted.

"But I want to kill this one. I need to," I replied.

"Will you be willing to kill every demon you cross paths with? That is, after all, your job requirement," she taunted.

"What if I don't accept?" I retorted.

"Then I'll take your sword and do the job myself, after I leave you to die, of course," was her only response.

"Sure thing, Engel," I snickered.

"Engel? Where did that come from?" my confused companion asked.

"It's German for angel. Your snooty comments forced me to be sarcastic," I chuckled.

"Whatever, are you going to kill it or not?" the girl asked bringing focus back to a more pressing matter.

"I guess I have to now," I told her. I grabbed the light blue sword by its golden hilt. Upon unsheathing it, I had time to admire its beauty. There was no hand guard. It was literally a blade with a gold stick attached to it. It wasn't optimal for defense. The battle I was about to undergo was against a mainly offensive opponent, so it was going to be a bitch to kill this guy without getting hurt badly.

"This one's for you, Engel," I told her. I then left my cover and approached the wind demon. He sat there as if he was waiting for the nephilim to start reforming again.

"Hello sir, how may I be of assistance," the demon asked not taking much notice of him.

"What is your name, demon of winds?" I asked him.

"Gale, Gale Ventus to be exact," he replied.

"I see you eat the souls of nephilims. It doesn't seem very humane, now does it?" I questioned.

"I'm a demon, who gives a shit about being humane?" Gale said with an evil grin plastered on his face.

"Well if your going to act like an animal, I will treat you like one," was the only thing I could say to him.

"Then I shall only return the favor," Gale replied, sneering.

"Then let us begin," I started, "our dance of death."