Metal Bats

Episode One - "Red"

I used to be just like them. Pathetic. Weak. Always looking to impress, to be loved. I was always a bit above them, though. I was a wrestler. Superstar. I was The James, of Double D E. The best wrestling company in the world. This is where I spent all my life, carrying the weight of "Michael Copper" my father. The god of wrestling. He was world champion so many times I stopped counting. He loved wrestling. More than his own family. More than himself. He was obsessed. I had to continue in his footsteps, when mom become ill and we needed the money. Dad never looked after us, I needed to look after myself and my dear mother all my life. Now, I just watch her soul in the cage of the afterlife.

I go visit her every time I need to clear my head. And even though she's a ghost, she is still as beautiful as she was when she was flesh and bones. Her soul is aching to move on, but I just won't release her. I can't. I can't let go. My Dad's soul though, It's burning in the pits of hell as we speak. I couldn't care less. I'm alone. And It's not so bad. I rather be alone. I have time to think, time to plan. Even though I have my army of ugly creatures that serves me and unleashes hell on earth for me, I still feel so lonely. If there was only someone who understands me, who won't run away as soon as they hear my story. As they feel my wrath.

And then there's Humans. I Despise them. They are merely a bunch of insects. And I know, I was one. I used to be human. But I died and was turned by that woman, who claimed to be "Clan Free Demon". What does it mean? Well, means she just runs by herself. Does whatever she wants. But the price is high. If you are not part of the council, you are hunted. She had to leave a few days after, but she taught me everything I know – and one thing she said to me keeps me wondering till this very day. "You can either burn the world yourself, or go down first. You will be hunted, James, but you can turn it all around, the demonic rules, you can be the source of all evil, and you can do what I couldn't – take over the underworld". So I prepared. I gathered my own army and made my own "Clan". I live in the underworld, but somewhere no one will ever find me. And I'm alone. All by myself. Even my Army don't know the secret location where I hide, just to be alone.

When I was human, I was foolish. I believed in dreams, desires, love. What a pity. None of those ever come true, and only hurt more with time. I used to want to become a professional wrestler, I was training day and night. One day I finally got the chance for a contract – and the human ego blew it out. They wanted me out, as fast as possible. It was after I attack one of the competitors backstage off cameras. That bastard deserved it. I've got zero regrets for breaking his nose and making him bleed all over the dressing room. It was quite fun. Not long ago after this I was killed in a car accident. And that's when the my story demon appeared and turned me into one of them. Making me a fucking target for my entire eternity. I adore violence. Mostly when my servants brings in human and force them to wrestler to death at my secret pub. That's how I make money.

I put a bounty of one of the wrestlers, and people come to take on him. The main beast is the bait every time, and so far the lucky bastard is still alive. Oh well. But it was a few days ago, when I parked my car outside of Shiny food Restaurant, I saw her. A pitiful, idiotic woman. But there was something different about that woman. I suppose I could convince her to come to my place, and let the demons enjoy her. They haven't had fun in awhile. I should probably introduce myself.

I got closer to the woman. She looked pretty young, around eighteen. Her black long hair had red lines in it, and it was very long. Her skin was pale but full of tattoos, from neck to toe. She was wearing like a sport bra and black shorties, and long boots. She looks like she's looking for something, or someone. "Hey." I said. She turned to me, her dark brown eyes met my fake-blue eyes, that I put on when I go into the human world. She scanned me from head to toe. "What do you want, freak?" She asked. I liked her attitude. Even though she was rude. "Well, what an attitude. " I said, smirking. She sighed. "Sorry man." She said. But I was no man, so this was an insult to me. But I stayed calmed. "But what do you want?" she asked again. "Oh yes, of course. I'm a photographer for the local magazine, you probably heard of, Styled Memories?" I asked her.