• Akira POV •
Blood...
Death...
Decaying flesh...
Akira, you are meant....
TO KILL!!!!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, bolting up in my bed, heart racing, blood cold.
Silence met my ears, my fathers usual loud snores gone, radio by my bedside only playing static on a station that never used to.
I slowly climbed out of bed, nervousness making my stomach knot and unknot painfully. I crept down the hall and into my parents' room, slowly opening the door.
"Mom... Dad..." I whispered. The door stopped on something, only allowing me to see an abnormally crimson light gleaming. The knot in my stomach tightened and I hesitated before using my shoulder to force the door open more.
*crack*
I froze as the sickening sound met my ears. I've seen enough horror films to recognize it.
A snapping neck.
The door was open just enough for my head to fit through, so I stuck my head in and looked at the obstruction.
My mom, beaten, bloody, limp, lifeless, and now broken necked. Her once lively, now glassy onyx eyes stared up at me emptily as all the air left my lungs. I forced the rest of my body through the small opening and fell to my knees in a puddle of her blood, pulling her head onto my lap as my tears hit her pasty cheek.
"Mom... What happened to you?" I choked out painfully.
"I killed that pathetic mortal." A demonic voice said. I looked up at my dad. He was engulfed in blood colored flames, yet he wasn't burning. His ears had grown in an almost gremlin like way and his canines had elongated. His naturally serene blue eyes had twisted an morphed and his pupils turned to vertical slits, not to mention his irises turned crimson. He was grinning in a sickeningly sadistic way, a crazed look in his eyes as his long black hair whipped wildly around his head.
"DAD! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I screamed at him. "THIS ISN'T YOU! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
"That pathetic excuse for an exorcist you used to know is gone." My father said cruelly, holding his now clawed hands in a maniacal way. "I am Natas, creator of all evil in the world, ruler of hell, and your true father."
"What are you talking about?!" I sobbed desperately. "Dad please!"
"Shut up!" He yelled, spreading his arms. It felt like a bus running into me as I was thrown into the doorframe. I cried out in pain, gasping as the breath was knocked out of my lungs. Tears rolled in streams down my face as he kneeled before me, a sick, twisted grin on his face as he cupped my chin. "Akira, you are my daughter, the spawn of pure evil. You were produced solely for the purpose of fulfilling my wishes, to help me overthrow the humans and, if necessary, kill them all. I am not like my dear son Satan was, I do not wish for a world where demons and mortals can live in peace. I thrive to turn this world into a, for lack of a better word, rest stop for all demons. And you are going to help me."
I bit back a sob as I accepted the fact that this... this was not my dad, not anymore.
"No..." I ground out through tightly clenched teeth. I spit at him, my saliva hitting his cheek. He scowled deeply and a feral growl ripped from his throat. The flames surrounding him grew as he gripped my throat tightly. I clawed at his hand fruitlessly. He lifted his other hand to my eye with an insane smile.
"Very well." He said, his voice like the coldest ice as his palm rested over my left eye. "Them I will return for you at a later date. But don't you worry. I wouldn't dream of leaving without giving my precious daughter a gift, nothing special, just something to remember me by." He said cruelly as a molten sensation crept into the portion of my face covered by his hand. I screamed in agony, which in turn caused him to laugh at my pain. After what felt like hours his grip on my throat loosened ever so slightly. I glared at him, hiding my confusion as I saw the shock and fear filling his face. "What have I done?" He whispered, sounding like my dad again.
"Dad?" I whispered hoarsely. "Stop... If you can hear me... Please stop..." I begged, fresh tears pouring down my face. He jerked away from me.
"Akira... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, eyes filled with horror. Suddenly, he screamed, clutching his head.
"Dad!" I yelled, reaching for him weakly.
"No!" He yelled, picking up a piece of splintered bed frame that resembled a stake. "Run Akira! Go to the family safe! Your birthday is the combination! Get the family scythe and run! Run and don't stop running!"
"Dad, what're you-NOOOOOOO!" I screamed when he plunged the sharp stake in his hand directly through his heart. He fell to the ground and the red flames formed a single fireball, floating towards the room.
"I'll return for you soon, Akira." Said the cold voice of Natas as I sobbed broke my on the floor. "Oh, and happy birthday...." His twisted laughter echoed around me before slowly fading away.
I wiped away my tears in furious swipes and slowly hauled myself to my feet. I ran to the family safe, punched in 10-31-98, and grabbed the clothed object. I pulled back the nylon cover and stared at my left eye with a steely glare.
It was badly burned and the iris and pupil were completely gone, leaving the orb white except for the bloodshot look. A deep scar went vertically through it to finish it off.
"Natas, for my mother, and my father, I will kill you."
