Deon Morris (Hikari Scarlet) - The Executioner
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"Those words kept repeating on and on, echoing throughout the room that they were in.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".Flinching. Dark, cold, filled with nothingness as the bat swung down, a brutally thunderous crack resounding throughout the room, and the night sky seemed to react in kind, pouring her tears down onto the Earth.
"I.... I'm s-sorry.... I'm... s-sorry.... I...."Sentences were cut off by gurgles as the cold, icy grip of the reaper closed around her throat, and the crimson liquid flowed down to her lap, and she finally left him. He looked down at the weapon in his hands, a feeling of relief flooding through him, and when he opened his eyes he saw the world for what it really was. The syringe on the ground contained not a deadly drug, but medicine that a Doctor had prescribed to him.
Blink.
The two girls and the boy that he had thought were trying to do him in, to end his existence as they had suddenly, or supposedly ended the lives of so many others, were only trying to help him get over his sickness, his cold. He didn't need their help, or ask for their help though, and then it finally sank in.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I... I- I thought you guys were tryi-... I should've known better, not to trust him... I... I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU, DEMON! YOU, THE DEVIL HIMSELF, SHALL FALL TO MY FUCKING BLADE! HEAR ME!? I'LL TEAR YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF AND THEN STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR OWN ORGANS!".He stood, clutching the metal bat in his hand, he threw it at the wall, screaming like a savage beast that had been driven to the absolute edge of sanity, lusting for nothing but vengeance against the one that had cursed it with it's power and anger. He roared again, tearing at the wallpapers and leaving long tears in the walls themselves, the blood from his own fingernails mixing with the pool of blood already on the floor. He hated his Father, his real Father. He would do anything to kill him, and bring his friends back from the dead.
"Dammit. DAAAMMMIIIT! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN UNTIL I FIND YOU, DEVIL!And with that, the boy leaped out of the window, avoiding police and innocents alike, cursing the day he was born.
"Gah! Hah.... hah....ah...".Deon's breathing was quick and heavy, and a pool of sweat had pooled up on his brow, which he promptly wiped off, cursing the nightmares that almost constantly plagued him. He looked outside, realising that the Limousine had gone through the portal that Arthur had opened, and they were safely in the academy, where no Demons could enter, or so it was said. He quickly longed for fresh air, and he practically leaped out of the Limo, kicking the door open and clambering into the dazzling light. He looked back at the Limo, only to see two armed men get out and reach for him. His eyes widened and he bolted forward, but in all his speed, a coughing fit took him to his knees, and he clutched at his chest, trying desperately to drag oxygen into his lungs, and he kept this up until somebody kicked him roughly in the small of his back, lifting him up and hitting him across the face with the butt of a Shotgun. How he ached to take the smile off of the mans face by tearing into his throat, and then going on a rampage through the Academy, but he simply hissed dangerously at the man, spitting at him, which gave him nothing but another few whacks to the face and stomach.
The WDL was known for it's brutally efficient methods and the fact that not even a Demon King could last long due to the Weapons they carried and their abilities. Deon punched his assailant square in the jaw, and leaped on top of him, with the intent of caving his face in.
'Heh, I think I'll enjo- what?'. He grimaced as he was once again lifted from the ground, this time whilst being restrained by two armed soldiers, both with tazers and pistols at their hips. His previous assailant stood, just as the others must have arrived, and pulled out a vial of holy water, splashing Deon in the face and watching as he writhed in agony, which was followed by a few good whacks from the butt of the Shotgun. He grasped Deon's face by the cheeks and looked at him.
"Do you submit? The pain and suffering will end here if you do"."No, it won't. The pain won't end for a long time, asshole".Luckily, Deon was too far away from either Ash or Devin for the two to hear what he said, and so he gave them a sign to make them think. He spat straight into the face of the man, blood and salive alike hitting him in the eyes and causing him to recoil in shock and slight pain. he quickly got over it however, and then seemed to make it his life goal to make Deon suffer and scream, but he would be met with much resistance, and Deon would resist as long as he could stand to, after all, weakness and submission hadn't gotten him this close before, had it? No, it hadn't, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip out from his clutches, he would fight with the strength of a Deon, and he wouldn't let anybody win over him, because his Phoenix pride had been awoken, and once he starts something, he intends to finish it.
*Whack*
*Thwack*
*Crunch*
*Snap*
The man beared down on the boy, beating him with much vigour and strength, whilst Deon was held back by his two accomplices in the crime, the blood starting to drip from his nose and the pain increasing with every hit from the mans Shotgun. Suddenly, something happened, the man had broken his Shotgun with the last hit, and it had snapped. It fired in the mans face, the bullets barely missing, but the aftershock hit him square in the face, causing him to stagger backwards and roar in agony and anger. He motioned to his friends, and they let Deon go, but only for a second. Deon gritted his teeth as he felt a taser bump him in the side, causing him to spasm wildly, whilst the other man had grabbed him and begun savagely booting him in the chest, and Deon thought he heard ribs break.
"Heh... Is that... all... that you assholes have?".*Crack*
Deon's head whipped backwards as he felt a fist collide with his chin, and he was sent flying backwards into the Limo, leaving a massive dent in the side of it, a human-shaped dent, mind you. The main assailant was grinning, unwrapping the bandage on his hand, which revealed an insignia on the back of his palm.
"The Warriors of the Divine Light's Sigil grants those who use it to smite Demons enhanced physical powers. I can break wall with this hand, and walls are stronger than you are".Deon lifted himself off of the Limousine, staggering and falling to his knees lightly, coughing up blood and letting it dribble down his chin. He knew it would be better to pretend to be defeated, and his power was being restrained due to the Holy Water. Already though, his wounds were healing, aside from the punch the man had given him. He grinned, but only slightly. The man took strides toward him, rearing to punch him when....
"I hate to stop your fun, but...."Illusion - Alexandra Demonia
A red and gold blur blasted out of the Limo, flinging the Man into the air and sending him flying into a far off wall, causing several pillars to collapse, but that would have no overall effects on the main Academy Building, nor the Dorms, only the Gym.
'Oh well, it's just a Gym. And possibly a few expendable people'.
Illusion grinned lightly as the man's allies rushed to his aid, she sighed loudly and beckoned Ash and Devin over, grinning innocently as if that sort of thing happened all of the time. Deon stood, coughing a few times as the last of the blood shot from his mouth onto the already scarlet stained ground. Illusion smiled at him.
"Is your last name Scarlet because you always cough up this much blood?". Deon looked at her, unamused and obviously slightly miffed. Illusion laughed, a perfectly normal laugh, of course, one that somebody would use when they were amused, which Illusion was.
"You're a weirdo, you know that, Illusion?".
Illusion laughed again, grinning. She opened her eyes, surveying her audience, and opened her arms dramatically.
"Welcome to the Academy! You'll enjoy your stay I'm sure, but only as long as you're able to keep your Demonic heritage a secret, of course. Arthur has already left to his Quarters, since his is technically the Pope, so he could easily be in Rome now. Allow me to further introduce myself. Yes, my name is 'Illusion', I am a Demon, and I love being so. This form is only used to allow me to blend in around here, and i go by a different name. In Public, I am known as 'Alexandra Demonia', and I am the Principal of this School! People will state that i am not, for I have a Human as my spokesperson, so people will ask you who I am, simply answer with 'A Friend', and you'll be fine. The people here absolutely hate Demons, even though some have rebelled and walk among them, they are constantly fighting, but when a real threat appears, they stop all that nonsense".She turned to Deon, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"I trust you've already met Mr. Hikari Scarlet here, so you can introduce yourselves when I set up your Dorms later, for now, I'll give you a Tour of the School!". She looked at Deon, or Hikari, and grinned.
"But you should rest first". She tapped Deon on the head, causing him to wonder what was going on exactly and emit a 'What the he-', before he dropped to the ground, unconscious. She gave a little chuckle, then clicked her fingers, watching as he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Don't worry, he's in the Infirmary being patched up, they're used to me doing this type of thing".
Illusion grinned, and turned to Ash and Devin, gesturing for them to get into the Limousine. She stepped inside, leavign to door open for them to enter into if they wished to do so, and a light giggling could be heard from inside.
"Hurry up~ We only have an hour!~". When they stepped into the Limousine, Illusion, or Alexandra Demonia, as she was also called, looked them up and down.
"Firstly, any questions?".
Deon Morris (Hikari Scarlet) - The Executioner
"But Loki, what do we do now? Are you really gonna have to leave? That sucks, but I'm sure you'll find friends when you get there, right?".I never knew, but from that day, my best friend for almost the entirety of my Childhood, Loki Belphegor, one of the most powerful Demon Kings in Hell, would change into the perso.. No, the monster, he was today. He was my best friend, the only person I actually slightly looked up to, even though I was a few months older than him, but what did that matter, we had eachother and we had our imaginations. Funny... we always played games where we would get sticks and fight with them, pretending that we were both powerful Demons on different sides, or that I was an Angel come to Earth, fighting off the darkness in the world. Sometimes we'd even pretend that there were others, other people, other Demons and Angels, and they all had their own parts and roles to play. I remember that one time we'd stubled across a little hidden garden, and me and Loki went inside, of course, his misheivous nature caused him to do things that I didn't, and maybe that's where we went apart.
Kind of like a bit of foreshadowing, isn't it?
"Hey Deon, look at this! It's an injured animal".
"Really? Whoa, it's guts are hanging out!".
"Should we help it? It looks like it's.... in pain".
"Well duh, come on, we'll put it somewhere it can lay down in peace,alright?".
"Y-Yeah. That's so sad....".
Eventually we moved the animal, a little Squirrel, to the nice little grove that we'd found a few months beforehand, and laid it down on a little piece of blanket that I'd torn off of my old one at home, and watched it. Loki's eyes were brimming with tears for the majority of the time, and the Squirrel died at the exact same time as the last rays of the sun died from the loveliness of the sky. Loki even cried at that point, which was really odd for me, since to me, he'd been a strong guy, but at that moment, I realised that I was wrong. He wasn't strong, he seemed like it, but he had a mothers love, as did I. So we both went home that night, after burying the Squirrel, and Loki and I were sullen for a few days after that, I'd admit.
"Maybe the aspect of death was a shock to him?".It was a few years later, but eventually me and Loki seperated. We still kept in touch for a long time after then, but one day, when I was sixteen, nearly turning seventeen, that I lost all contact with Loki. He'd simply vanished, on the exact same night that his Mother's corpse was found, bloodied and practically torn apart by what seemed to be claws.
When Loki's Mother was found dead, Loki was nowhere to be found. I didn't automatically put two and two together, it took my a while to realise that Loki was the killer, and on that day, I came out of my room after a week locked in there with the ample supplies to keep myself alive. My Mother tried to comfort me, and my Father did the same thing as always. Nothing, but it's not like he was there anyways. From that point on I'd been alone my entire life, until we moved again, and I found friendship once again in the form of a closely knit group of two girls and a guy. Sure, they weren't the most popular people, but they weren't the most hated or beaten up either, in fact, they were perfect for me. They were the best friends one could hope for. they encouraged me, liked me, and they even comforted me when I was sick or depressed, and with their help I always bounced back up from whatever had brought me down, I even nearly forgot about Loki, maybe I even did for a bit.
Then again, all of that changed on that one day. It was an awesome day, I was seventeen and a half at the time, and it was the school holidays, although it didn't matter much since I was schooled at home, so I had whatever time off I want anyways. Back to the point, it was an awesome day, we'd just had a Party and everybody was leaving, and somebody decided to cut the power switch, so that the entire place was dark. When I walked into the main lobby of my Mansion, (which was shared, by the way) and my friends were all sitting there, grinning like maniacs and being generally creepy. I told them I would go check on the lights and they smiled and nodded.
Let's just say that that was the night when I first met my real Father, the Devil. He'd instilled a paranoia in me that raged on inside my mind for at least a month. Then, people started dying, nothing was found, except weird symbols on their bodies, and another strange thing was that they'd been torn apart, from what looked like tools, too. This, combined with my Friends acting strange, and the fact that they'd been avoiding me, added onto by the Paranoia that my father had instilled in me, all lead me to one conclusion. They were the killers. Of course, I couldn't have been more wrong, but the Devil's magic was strong on me at that one point in time, and it wasn't until it was too late that I had realised my mistake.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"
It broke my heart when I realised what I'd done and I'd spent all of the rest of my Human life trying to find out if I could bring them back. Sure, they might've been happy in the afterlife, but I wanted to at least apologise. And so one day I found a Sword, a magical sword, that could be insufed with a person's soul. I wanted to buy it, but I had no money since I'd run away from home. I resorted to stealing, and I'd succeeded in that respect, but I was nearly caught, so I had to flee once again. I ended up somewhere I can't even remember, maybe in Australia, or even Austria, who knows? All I knew is that it was me, and my newfound Blade, Mokou. One of my old friends who I'd killed, she'd forgiven me and even promised to tell the others my apology. And when I was given news of their acceptance and forgiveness...
"I remember that I cried for at least a few hours, straight".Then I realised something, I wanted to kill my Father, but I had no way of doing this... it sucked, in all honesty, it really did, but at this point I guess you're tired of hearing my screwed up, bull shitty sob story, right? And besides, it's not like I remember any of this anyway, the Warriors of the Divine Light saw to that, with a fair bit of efficiency.
But there is one thing I'm sure of:
"My name is Deon Morris, and I will kill my Father".
"The heck? How did that bitch even knock me out that fast? What the hell is she?".Deon sat up, his head still letting the room fly in a circle for few good minutes, when he grimaced and blinked away the dizziness. He allowed a few minutes to let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and then he stood up, pulling the blinds open and flinching at the sudden light. He noticed his clothes on a table next to him, and noticed that he was naked.
"... Wha... What type of place IS this!?".He quickly put his clothing back on, blushing slightly at the fact that somebody had seen him naked, without his permission. He growled and turned to the mirror, his wounds had nearly healed, and he looked mostly fine, but the bruise from the mans punch was still there, and it hurt like a bitch when he touched it. He pulled his hoodie on and pulled the hood over his white hair, growling slightly at the pain of the hoodie's slightly rough inner fabric as it slid across his chin. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time, and went to leave through the front door.
It then occurred to him that, in his state of unconsciousness, he'd probably remembered something, only to have it forgotten as soon as his eyes opened. He leaned against the door and hit it once in anger. Once he'd gotten close enough to Arthur, or even maybe Illusion, he'd be able to use the machine. He shook his head free of those dark thoughts and stepped back, opening the door and leaving the Building without much incident, he walked outside just as Illusion's Limousine rolled past, with the Principal herself still inside, and possibly the other two if they even got in with her. Deon ignored them, but since he was headed to the dorms, and they seemed to be heading that way as well, he had no choice but to try and keep himself unseen.
"Hey, Deon? Where're ya going?".
"The Dorms, I'm gonna sleep in there, and I'll let the girls materialise as well".
"Good, they're annoying me. A lot".And the conversation kept going as long as Deon kept walking.