Slice through Fate.

Chapter 13. Phantom.

The angle-like creature stared down at the island from the clouds, at the small island of Sivme.

For generations, his kind had protected the land from outsiders, keeping the purity inside. Yet something was bothering them.

Something was not right.

He stared for a little while longer, then spread his wings and glided down to his land. Nebo had never been more unwelcoming.

He landed softly, and walked to his shack, ignoring the others glancing at him. They had always rejected him, due to something he couldn't help.

It wasn't his fault he had grey wings, was it?!

He muttered darkly, and opened the door, softly closing it behind him. The small fire that burnt in the middle made the shadows flicker and dance. The simple table and chairs were set to perfection. The small hammock swung softly in the small breeze he had bought in.

Just like every other day.

His hand hovered over the spoon that seemed to be stuck to the wall, then went past it to the copper kettle, bringing it down. The water inside it sloshed around, yet didn't quite dribble out of the nozzle. He hung it over the fire carefully, and waited for it to boil.

While waiting, his hands sifted through the mail. Nothing important. He stared at his name printed on them all neatly, and sighed.

If his wings weren't the subject of teasing, his name was. Well, who would name their child Kot? It was a obvious target. He remembered when the other Nebuion children had teased in in the playground, pulling at his wings and singing in a taunting way. Kot. Like a cot. Cots equals lulliby's, of course.

Life was harsh.

The kettle whistled. It was done. He carefully poured it into the mug, cautiously adding a helping of sugar. Then he took a sip.

As soon as the brown liquid touched his tongue, his door rattled. A cold breeze had sprung up, hitting against the doors and rattling the windows.

The fire shrunk down, and the shadows grew quickly. And before Kot's very own eyes, they grew into demonic shapes, with cackling mouths, narrowed eyes and long clawed fingers. He opened his mouth to scream a 'manly' scream....

... And passed out.

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He awoke to find himself strapped to a cold metal table, his limbs pinned down. Above him hovered a... Thing. The only thing that it reminded him of was a eye ball. But... It couldn't be...

Could it?

Cold laughter echoed to his ears. It sounded like nails scraping against a chalkboard. Kot cringed away from noise, only to be held back by the restraints. This small action caused the laughter to increase as the dark shadow emerged from the greyness.

White hair that was slung to one side hung up to his chin in a chopped-off way. A small blue jem hung from his ear. He wore a cloak over a white shirt and plain black trousers. Yet, it was his eyes that were the creepiest. Huge black pupils that widened as he... Or it... Approached Kot.

The Nebuion cried out as the creature circled its victim. It grinned to itself and laughed again, seeming to drink in Kots panic.

"It's quite alright, little angle." The demon spat. "This will all be but a bad dream in a while..."

It laughed again while Kots eyes widened. What did it mean? Was it going to let him go?

As if reading Kots mind, the demon laughed even harder. "Of course I'm not going to just let you go, am I? I went through all that effort to make the demons capture you, so why would I undo all that effort to just let you go? No, I'm going to use you." As if hearing his words, the demon face-palmed. "Not like that.For my... Studies, shall we call them?"

It swooped closer to the Nebuions face, to his ear. "Your awfully quiet." He said softly. Kot trembled in fear.

The demon laughed, straightened up and left the room quickly.

Kot watched him go, and after around ten minutes, finally managed to stop trembling. Then the demon entered the room again.

He pointed at Kot accusingly. "You. Get up." He commanded.

"I... I... I..." Kot stuttered. The demon smirked.

"Oh, so you can talk. Great. Now get up."

"Uh... I..."

"Sorry. I didn't ask for your opinion. I asked you to get UP!" The demon was yelling now. Kot trembled and tried to sit up.

The ropes seemed to sliver away from him as he rose, letting him free. He sat up on the table, and stared at the demon in front in front of him.

It smirked again. "Good. Now follow me." He walked through a series of tunnels and passage ways before stopping in a clearing. He allowed Kot to pass, then slunk back into the tunnel, forming a rock, that began to grow.

"I'll see you in the morning, little angle." It mocked, before placing the now boulder that was the rock, covering the hole.

Kot shivered, and looked up, noticing the hole in the ceiling. Too narrow to fly through...

The moon shone through, it's silvery light blinding him for a moment. He closed his eyes, it's glowing surface imprinted on the back of his eyelids. A feeling of woozyness came over him, as he fell, the moon watching him.

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The demon shrunk the boulder back into a stone again in the morning, yet stayed in the shade. "Good morning, angle." He smirked.

The empty shell that had once been Kot sat up slowly, and faced the demon.