Natsu Williams
'Today is a nice autumn day' Natsu noted with a gentle smile as he continued to water his plants. The weather was slightly cold but not enough to create an uncomfortable feeling, the leaves were changing color and the people on the street were beginning to wear a thin coat to prevent the cold from seeping into their bones. Overall, it was a familiar and yet at the same time, welcoming sight. Touching a white lily and sighing wistfully, Nat walked into his apartment. The young man's apartment was in the fifth floor, enough so that he wouldn't be suffocated by people but also enough so that he wouldn't appear to be a loner. It was a convenient apartment, not too large but neat and clean.
Natsu's apartment had only three rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom, and a kitchen-dining-living-room with a small space as the balcony. Even though it was not impressive in size, it was beautiful. The wall was painted white and the floor was made out of wood. There was a medium size bookshelf filled with books and small, colorful vases. The young journalist's papers were organized and placed on the right side of his desk, each all had a small tag so that he could find it easily if he wanted to. There was also a window placed on the exact position so that Nat could see the street bellow his building. He also had several pots of lilies which had been planted by himself months ago and were now spotting very beautiful flowers. To sum up, Nat's apartment looked like it belonged to a responsible girl more than it belonged to a young man in his early twenties.
"Hmm... I wonder if I should call Mom... It has been a long time since I called her..." Nat mused to himself as he sent a look at his cellphone, biting his bottom lip slightly. Natsu was a beautiful young man. His slightly wavy blonde hair reached his neck naturally as his violet eyes shone brightly behind his glasses. His pink lips curled into a small smile as he skipped into the bedroom, his fingertips brushing the white wall gently. He had a very feminine build, a slender figure with thin waist and creamy skin. Today Nat was wearing a long sleeves button up shirt and brown jeans, a red apron fitted himself perfectly.
Tucking a blonde lock of hair behind his left ear, Nat picked up the phone and pushed the call button, his eyes never lost their light. "Mom? Hey, it's me, Natsu." His mother said something and Natsu smiled, sitting down on his bed, a hand played with his apron. "Yeah, I'm fine, t-thank you Mom... yeah, I k-know I haven't called y-you for a long time... I have been very b-busy this month... The p-project and I have to w-write, too. I'm so-sorry" Natsu smiled apologetically though his Mother couldn't see it. "Um...I w-will call you la-later tonight, okay? My b-boss is calling me... L-love you, too, Mom" Waiting for his Mother to hung up, Natsu quickly answered his call "I'm s-sorry... Y-yes, I will h-have it tomo-tomorrow, s-sir...Of c-course. G-good bye, s-sir" The second phone call was short though it left a obviously sadder Natsu on his bed.
Sighing again, this time out of sadness and disappointment, Natsu stood up and walked to his working desk. Sitting down again, Natsu opened his black diary and wrote nine simple words into it.
Today, I'm still waiting for my angel to come
Closing the diary, Nat simply sat there, staring out at the empty space in front of him, deep in thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like hours but in reality only thirty minutes, Natsu left his spot and walked to the kitchen to prepare something for himself. Humming a soft lullaby that his adopted Mother used to sing for him, Natsu began to work. Taking out an orange, he cut it skillfully with a sharp knife.
Taking out a small pot, Natsu began to pour into it some virgin olive oil and turned on the fire, waiting patiently for the oil to heat up, adding some rosemary and then a few olives. Stirring the pot gently, Nat began to let his mind wander. Should he stay up late tonight to finish his work? Or should he sleep early and then wake up early to do them? Almost automatically, Nat turned off the oven and let the mixture cooled down. Pouring the orange juice and oil mixture into a large bowl, he added spinach and seasoned it. Nodding to himself, Natsu added a little bit more salt and poured it all into a plate.
Bringing it to the table, Natsu ate his salad silently. The wall clock ticked slowly until it was time the street lights were about to be turned on. With a visible jerk, Natsu hastily abandoned his half-eaten salad and ran out of his room. His body leaned against the balcony as the young man watched the streets slowly lit up. It was a very beautiful sight and Natsu watched it as usually as he could. He could never get over the awe feeling whenever he watched as the entire New York city turned on the lights. You may call him strange or even freaky but Natsu Williams just loved the romantic feeling it gave off.
Waiting until the last street lights were turned on, Natsu sighed and walked inside his suddenly very tiny apartment. Sometimes, he wished he could do something big, so that people might recognize him for who he was and not just the four-eyes homo freak that others often called him. Chuckling sadly at the thought, Natsu muttered softly, not stuttering for the first time in the whole day "Like I'm that special... The freak will forever remain as the freak after all..."
Shaking his head, Natsu tried to shove the few last bites of his also suddenly tasteless salad, the young man tried to think of something more positive 'But I am special in my own way, I guess...people just haven't realized that...' He ignored the tiniest voice in the back of his mind, finished his thought bitterly 'and they never will'. He wasn't some random emo kids. He had his own life and he was content to just be someone normal.
Washing the dishes, Natsu couldn't help but noticed the winds were a lot colder than normal. Perhaps it was just his imagination... or was it something else?
Agarwaen Gaer
'Why don't you just give in already? Don't you know how comfortable it will be? For you and for me?' A poisonous voice whispered into Agarwaen's ears, laughing in a high pitched voice as Agarwaen gave a grunt but didn't reply to its taunts. It looked like it had to change tactics. 'Aww... you make me sad... we are one, you know? You and me... I am the demon, true but you allow me to go into your life... you are worse than me... shame on you' This time, Agarwaen couldn't contain his snarl any longer. He snapped out loud "Will you just shut the hell up? I am tired of hearing your voice. Rambling on and on and on all day and night long. Don't you get tired? Go to HELL, you corrupted being"
'But I am you... you are sending yourself to Hell? Why do you have to do so? Just join us... say yes one time won't hurt anyone. If you really don't like it, you can go back the way you are... just a taste is enough' It whispered sweetly, sensing Agarwaen's protection began to crumble once again. It was getting through him. It knew that. Just the matter of time before another powerful corruption was born... Patience was the key.
Sweats were pouring down from Agarwaen's sickly pale face as he tried to ignore the twisted voice - the devious version of his own voice. He didn't know how long he could endure this. Every day and night he was beginning to think that maybe he should just give up. Twenty years were too long, too much... He didn't know if he could do this anymore. Shaking his head, the genderless elf tried to shake off the dangerous thought. No! Just tried a little harder! They would be here soon! They would save him from this torment.
'Torments? Really? I think you and I both enjoy our sessions a lot, don't you think? Do you enjoy it? I know I enjoy it very much!' It giggled and Agarwaen covered his ears to block out the sound. It was noisy and to put it frankly, it was pissing him off. Trying to calm his nerve down, Agarwaen began chanting. "Cút đi tên quỉ sứ của địa ngục. Ngươi là tên quái vật không mời mà đến, là thứ nhơ nhuốc mà ta không cần, cút về nơi ở tối tăm của ngươi. Đây không phải là đất của ngươi!"
The voice hissed it pain but didn't disappear without another dangerous hiss in Agarwaen's head 'You win this time and maybe even next time but remember this, sinned elf, you can't win forever...' Agarwaen just snapped back, his voice was just as dangerous as the demon's "Just wait and see. I can take you on any days! You will never win, demon!" The demon laughed but left Agarwaen, who was completely exhausted by now, alone.
"Oh God... Can I continue this? I'm so tired" Agarwaen mumbled as he leaned against the wall. Finally, finding enough strength, the poison master pushed himself back up and stumbled, nearly fell down again. Gripping his bookshelf tightly in order to regain his balance, Agarwaen snacked the poisons laying on a nearby table and drank them all messily.
Grimaced at the bitter and sour taste combined with something that tasted like rotten fish, the elf covered his mouth to prevent himself from throwing up the poisons...again. He looked around his room and closed his eyes tiredly. It was a dark, dirty and damped room, molds were growing everywhere. On the table, there was only a dimly lit candle and a poison book. Vials after vials could be found on a shelf next to three big bubbling cauldrons. Each cauldron had a strange smoke surrounding it.
"And to think... when I was younger... I felt disgusted by dark elves. Now I am one of them" Agarwaen mumbled and let out another humorless laugh that sounded strangely dulled and hollow to his ears. It seemed like happiness had been sucked out of his system just like every time. Sighing tiredly, Agarwaen collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes, letting out a lone tear that ran down his cheek "Please, saviors... Come back and save me... I can't last much longer..." A last thought slipped from his mind as he let himself be surrounded by the darkness 'I am fighting a lost battle already... I'm sorry'. Somewhere in his mind, the demon laughed out loud. Just a bit more... Just a little bit more...