Hellborn

Salvation

It got lonely from time to time. Now I know what you're thinking, "demons don't have feelings, they only care for themselves!", well that is true but sometimes I don't feel demonic. I just feel, free, like the humans, not trapped in eternal torment filled with nothing but hate. Being on Earth has made things better for me, albeit, I did have to be on constant vigilance but that just makes life more fun. I would often just sit on the very top of a skyscraper in Manhattan, watching everyone in their busy lives, admiring how annoyed people would get during rush hour, especially the odd fellow who would stand on his car and blame everyone in the surrounding vicinity for causing the hold-up. Night time was the best. It was so peaceful, except for Saturday nights. Nobody would be sober on these nights and being my new found immature self I would often make mischief around the people who were 'hammered'. Tripping up an old drunkard now and again and running off with a cheeky grin on my face. It was amazing. Then, things started happening. It was just a normal night running from the police, bounding over the rooftops and vaulting vents, when suddenly, I heard screams. Now at first I wasn't really bothered about whoever was screaming, I was curious to be perfectly honest. So I lost the 'cops' as they say here and followed the noise of the screaming. It was high pitched, a girls cry for help. Eventually I came to the source of the cries and covertly peered over the ledge of the building I was positioned on, only five feet or so from the hulk that stood there. It was a demon. I was shocked and terrified, what if they were looking for me? Out for revenge? A shiver ran down my spine, I had developed fear being on Earth which I regret. Who was being attacked though? I got a glimpse of the victim. I was right, it was a girl! Her hood was up so I couldn't really get a good look at her face. I couldn't just let her to be brutally maimed by this beast! So I summoned forth my scythe and dropped down to confront him. He was just as stunned as I was. Taking a step back he could muster the word "Kinslayer". "how did he get here?!" I asked myself. The demon grinned and prepared himself for battle by baring his long fangs and flexing his hands to show off his extremely sharp claws. "I'll enjoy taking revenge upon a traitor" he growled before barrelling towards me like a bull who had just seen red, completely forgetting the girl. I sneered and wall ran to dodge the oncoming steamroller. I landed cleanly and faced him to prepare for a second evasion, but he just stood there, grinning, taunting me. He was in a quadripedal stance so his unprotected belly wasn't going to be the target, nor was his head, too much of a risk to attack. I had a plan. I ran at him, brandishing my scythe but instead of slashing at him I jumped onto his back, a classic plan to bring down a brute like him. I pierced my scythe into the back of his neck causing him to yell in rage and go into a blind fury, bounding about aimlessly. Next were the eyes, if I could blind him he could smash into one of these buildings causing him to be knocked out cold. I did just that. Pulling my scythe fiercely from the back of his neck I rammed it into his left eye causing him even more agony and anger. I did the same for his right eye, feeling elated at my premature victory over my first demon encounter. I spoke too soon. He flung me off his back and I completely lost grip of my scythe. He was only partially blind and ran at me in his pure rage. Fear struck me once more. We were in the middle of the street (I have no idea how nobody saw the fight except the girl) and I had no walls to run on, no places to jump to. I took a deep breath and ran at him, sliding underneath him at the last moment and running to grab my scythe. I could hear him crashing towards me, even though was only about 6 foot at shoulder height when he was on all fours, he didn't make as loud a noise as I had expected. Finally I grabbed my scythe and turned at the right moment. He was a few metres in front of me, airborne, preparing to crush me. He hadn't counted on me grabbing my scythe and I could see his eyes fill with dread as I slammed the handle of my scythe into the ground, so it was like a pike waiting for someone to be impaled on it. And it did. He was dead before his body could reach halfway down the staff of my scythe. His body melted away to allow me to yank my scythe out of the ground. And then I saw her, standing there, her face now clearly visible. She had long, beautiful, glossy brown hair with a slightly tanned complexion. She didn't seem afraid of me, more stunned at the previous fight. My heart began to beat faster and faster every passing second. What was this feeling? It was eating away at me, tearing my demonic heart apart! I ran as fast as I could, it was agony. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than any other girl I had seen wandering the streets of Manhattan. I would never forget her face, I couldn't. I would never forget...