Wake.

Chapter Three: The Truth Comes Out

                ~=Chapter Three=~

            ~=The Truth Comes Out=~

          I stumbled back. "Wha-what..." I tried to ask what he was, but I was too dumbfounded to speak. That, and I had suddenly lost all courage, replacing it with fear. A demon, I thought to myself. Is this even possible? Demons don't even exist, do they? I looked at him with frightened eyes, as if for the first time, and I noticed something. Not only were his eyes strangely dark, but his pupils were slit, like some kind of animal. "Don't hurt me," I thought to myself, "please don't."

"That's the point," he stated, as I mentally hit myself for saying it out loud.

          "I don't want anyone to get hurt. I suppose that if I'm to tell you of my past, I should tell you all of it. I am one of the transcendents of the Devil, and I've acquired some of his power. We were raised by our mother and, as anyone would, we grew too attached to her. We had grown soft. When father noticed this, well, he had taken her life. Devistated, the two of us went our separate ways. The difference between us is our powers. He has telepathic powers,  while I have telekinetic. In other words, he can control anything mentally or emotionally, while I control anything physically."

"So," I interjected, "he could mess with people's minds while you can mess with people's bodies."

He gave a short nod. "Yes, I guess you could put it that way. The point is that we are trying to right our fathers wrong doings and protect who we can. Though, something has come up, and perhaps a reunion is needed."

          He stood up. "Follow me, I'll lead you to his den."

Before blindly following him, I took a moment to collect my thoughts. After pestering this kid for a week, he's told me that he was the son of Satan, and that he was in some sort of mission to kill him, and that I might die since I talked to him. Now he wants me to follow him to meet his also satanic brother so they can talk about whatever the hell is going on. I'm probably gonna die anyway, I considered. So if there's a chance that this guy won't kill me strait off, I'll take it. "Sure," I replied reluctantly, "I'll go with you."

"Let's go then" he said, grabbing my wrist.                 

          The next thing I knew, We were standing outside of a gothic type building, and I felt as if all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. "Oh yeah," he replied, "you probably should've held your breath." Mentally swearing, I caught my breath. "What was that," I asked. "That," he said sarcastically, "was what happens when you teleport without holding your breath. Now come on, I'm not exactly the most patient person in the world."

             Despite the blinding sunlight outside, the inside of the building was as pitch black as nightfall. I looked at him, and something weird happened. It was as if his blood was...glowing. From his elbow to his wrist, it looked like being of red light, and his palm glowed. Squeamishly, I refrained from asking. "You'll find out later. For now, though, I'm afraid I don't have much light, so you'll have to stay close." I nodded in agreement, not wanting to know what lurked in the darkness beyond. As we continued walking, I fell into some sort of transe. I had an overbearing feeling of curiosity, so I hesitantly wandered away. I came across a door who's knob felt particularly cold. Daringly, I mustered up the courage to open it. The door groaned as I hesitantly pushed it forward.

             First,  I had opened it a hair, only enough for me to peek through. Nothing. Still, I had a knawing curiosity at what the room contained. I opened it fully now, and walked hesitantly inside. The room was dramatically darker than the rest, I attempted flicking the switch, entertaining the idea that it would work. The room itself was spacious, it's only inhabitants being a dresser, a mirror, a closet and a bed. Suddenly, I felt a cold gust of air behind me. I stood in shock, not daring to move a muscle. If I did, the creature would've attacked. "So, young mundane," spoke a cool and oddly calming voice. "What brings you here."

Not wanting to answer, there was simply one word on my mind.

Hide.