Ok, I'm going to submit one I wrote a little while back.
Here it is:
âNartheus, I command you! Do as you are bid!â Pale yet defiant, her hands clenched tighter as a bead of sweat from her brow curved around her cheek.
I took a step closer.
âI command you, Nartheus, step away from the circle!â
Catching on her eyelashes, her sweat mingled with the tears that now formed through effort and frustration, and still I moved forwards, each pace taking me closer to the protective aqua ring surrounding the young woman. Tendrils of energy snaked towards me from the two circles behind her, snapping around me like fiery whips and making me wary.
âNartheus of Balatia, you were given a task to perform and you failed,â cried the girl circled in blue, confident her Watchers would keep me at bay, âYou must be punished for your failure!â
Well, this was new. âPunished?â I murmured in a low tone, and the lass shivered.
Collecting herself, she held her head high, though still avoiding my gaze. âYes, Nartheus, punished,â she answered waveringly, âYour mistake cost a human life and you must take the consequences.â
I stood in silence. She met my eyes then for an instant, and immediately the blue ring flickering around her faltered, the flames dying down to knee height.
I smiled as the girl struggled to regain her shield. I could see her clearly now and could tell that she had only recently grown adult, as in she was about eighteen years of age. She wore no clothes â as was typical for a Summons â and her breasts were small, though she was a slight little thing anyway. The ends of her long black hair lay in the curve of her back and two braids in the forelocks had been tied behind in the typical look of a minor Mage. Many of my kind would have taken advantage of the situation I was in now (I mean death, not sex â so far my liking for humans was trivial, if only for curiosity) but I was more intrigued as to what she was saying â it could be used for my own benefit.
âMy mistake?â
âY-yes,â the girl stuttered nervously, flicking her hand to the spheres behind her in warning.
I laughed â low at first but then with increasing mirth, until the whole house shook with my amusement. A mistake in hindsight, for it panicked the girl.
Spinning on her heel, she yelled at the Watchers and the energy vines that were flicking through the air suddenly curled around my arms, burning and scorching my flesh with their searing white heat.
My form flickered with the agony. Gritting my teeth hard and controlling my appearance, I managed not to show my pain and it had the desired effect. The girl, not hearing the usual screams of torture, turned slowly back to face me â the colour in her face now completely washed out with fear. I almost crowed with triumph even through the anguish, but just managed to keep a straight face. With my glare she carefully raised her hand and the Mages behind her stopped their attack, leaving my heart fluttering rapidly with the excruciating pain of my blistering skin.
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My mistake, eh?â I growled as I suddenly realised what she was talking about, âNot the mistake of the boy who got himself killed?â
The young woman trembled, her tears now of sadness and pain. âYou killed him! He wasnât to know you were under my command.â
At last she had shown me a weakness. I smiled, ignoring the pain. âSo you are saying that I must bear the blame, when it was you who killed him.â
âNO!â The renewed flame ring flickered low again, exposing everything above her waist. Upon her index finger was a thin band, and it was this that she played with incessantly, oblivious now to her dying safeguard. âI didnât kill him! I couldnât have told him!â she cried as her protective ring almost disappeared completely, âI did it for us! You â you attacked him!â
âI defended myself!â I laughed incredulously, âHe came at me with a Barbed Mage Staff! What am I supposed to do â let myself be killed? Iâm not as stupid as the boy or I wouldnât be here now.â
I like maliciousness. Itâs like a petrol fire â it burns hard and fast.
With an angry sob, the girl tried to throw herself out of the ring. She was lucky her Watchers were there to throw a barrier to stop her, for if she did, she wouldâve been killed as easily as a hare in a hunterâs hands. Itâs not that I like killing: itâs the rules (mind you, I do like killing quite a bit â itâs good for stress). A humanâs death on a daemonâs hands is bad, unless that human risks his (or her) own life on purpose, like attacking a daemon with staff, or stepping outside of a protective ring in order to harm a taunting daemon â either way, itâs counted as defence on a daemonâs part and punishment isnât considered.
Until now, according to this silly young Mage.
âSo, you summoned me to pull your motherâŠâ
ââŠhis motherâŠâ she interrupted through gritted teeth, as she lay sprawled at the bottom of the ring in the aftermath of the rebound from the Watchersâ barrier.
âOkâŠhis mother â thatâs even worse â you summoned me to pull her into one of the NetherworldsâŠâ
ââŠonly to show herâŠâ
âAnd you didnât tell her son â your fiancĂ©, might I add â that you were doing it. HmmâŠâ I mused sarcastically, âI wondered why he was slightly manic when he interrupted me during your little planâŠâ
Now donât use that patronising ânow, thatâs not very niceâ tone of voice on me â Iâm a daemon, what do you expect! (Not to be mistaken, by the way, for a demon â Iâll explain why later.) It comes with the job description. I have to be cruel â besides which, itâs in my natureâŠ
ââŠAnd now youâre accusing me of ruthlessly killing a human being with no motive to do so, when in reality, he was about to spear me and then vaporise me â painfully â with a common weapon for killing my like,â I laughed raising my eyebrows.
ââŠnoâŠâ
âWhat do you think he was going to do with it?â I cried in amazement, grinning, âTickle me? Play fetch?â
ââŠnoâŠâ
The girl, slumped at the bottom of her circle, curled up protectively and put her head in her hands, rocking herself backwards and forwards.
âNo, no, noâŠit wasnât meant to be like thisâŠâ
âWell, girl,â I sighed, âGet your priorities straight next time: make the right decision between summoning a powerful daemon in order to show off your measly powers and having a living partnerâŠâ And with a laugh and a crack of thunder (for effect of course), I left the poor girl alone with her conscience.
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Now I said I would explain to you the difference between a daemon and demon didnât I?
Well, for a start, demons (dee-muns in your rather coarse tongue) live mostly where humans are â that is, the world where the majority believe in âGodâ â and on the other hand, only very few daemons (day-muns) give humans the privilege of living in the same realm.
Letâs have some fun facts, shall we â to show the rest of the differences? Donât know about you, but I have all the time in the worldâŠ
Fun fact one: demons have only one form and no gender â they cannot shift appearance like us daemons can, whereas we can be any gender we want to be: male, female, both, neither.
Number two: demons are stupid â most of the time they donât know their own arse from their head (though a lot of the time neither can we, asâŠ)
âŠThree: demons are very ugly; daemons, on the other hand, are for the most part intelligent and choose habitually to be very attractive, as they tend to get away with a lot more like that.
Fun fact four is that daemons can actually split their form into three parts if they so wish, though during this division they canât change shape so they have to choose an appearance before they do it. And contrary to popular belief, we can go as far as we want in our three forms: including between worlds.
Actually, Christians might be slightly miffed to find that the wonderful, male, bearded figure that they believe in is â in most other worlds â a female daemon known pretty much universally by the name of Lisha of Gaia (aptly, the name means âdarkness before nightâ â she has a tendency to try and bring on the destruction of the world every once a month, usually by covering the sun. One of the disadvantages of having a daemon choosing to be female most of the time in charge of the world: PMT is very useful when it comes to annihilation but not really if you want to play with living objects).
Of course, Christians would be right about the âone Godâ splitting into three though, as Lisha likes using this one particular power a lot. The three parts are usually in three distinct categories: an older being (usually human) â so called the âFatherâ; a younger human being or an animal (the âSonâ); and a spirit form â obviously named as the âHoly Spiritâ.
What about you, I hear you ask? Ah, me: my favourite subjectâŠwell, Iâm a daemon â as you already know â and a rather famous one at that. Nartheus of Balatia: I doubt if anyone hasnât heard of that name. I donât especially have any preference in gender: I find there are advantages in both, depending on the circumstance. I have power, enabling me to have a few slaves â human and demon (even, once, a daemon); I haveâŠwell, not friendsâŠacquaintances may be more accurate a description; I have, oooh, thousands of enemies (which is great for the ego); I am reckless, making my life very interesting; I am quite suave and sophisticated at times â if I may say so myself; I am mildly racist (and proud of it too); I am totally modestâŠand, of course, I am a Big. Fat. Liar.
Well, not really: I only lied about the modesty bitâŠand maybe the suave and sophisticated: I like to think I am at least once a year, nonetheless. Oh, and just a little piece of advice: never call a daemon, demon. More often than not, youâre likely to meet your maker.
Now, onto the big bit: why am I talking to you at all? Surely a famous daemon like me doesnât need to talk to weak pathetic humans like yourselves? Well, actually, (though I hate to admit it), I do. Obviously, I donât want to â in anything, talking to mortals is a last resort. I mean, itâs not as if Iâm asking for your help â I just need conformation that Iâm rightâŠnot that thereâs any chance I would be wrongâŠIâm justâŠwell, insecureâŠ
It started with the meeting I described to you above. Simple and painless (sort of) I assumed that would be it; I could continue my life doing the things that I enjoyed: manipulating humans by and large, sleeping with beautiful humans and daemons (male and female (and both)), laughing at weakâŠwell, things in general, etc. etc. You know: important kind of stuff.
I seemed, though, to have underestimated the stubbornness of mortal humans (there are immortal ones, so donât get cocky). A bigâŠnot mistakeâŠdisadvantage on my part. Oh yes.
Itâs all very thorny however: at first, she simply wanted to kill me. I can deal with that: many people seem to want me dead and one more human on the list just added an extra boost to my day, but nowâŠnow thatâs where it gets difficult. Now that same girl has got herself into a little bit of a pickle â well, she will actually be a bit of a pickle if her ex-fiancĂ© (ha ha â get the double pun) gets hold of her â and sheâs asked for my help.
You see: this is where IâmâŠindecisive (not stuck). Iâm always out to boost my ego â as you know â and someone asking for my help does that very well. Unfortunately, if it gets to the wrong ears it could be very bad for my reputation: not just helping someone but also, moreover, helping a human.
So I just want to make sure that Iâm right in not helping.
No?
Oh buggerit.
Basically, the girlâs fiancĂ©e turned out to be one of those immortal humans, which isnât really very advantageous toâŠwell, anyone really â but mostly me. Well, okay, the girl was a little bit stuck as well, but she did kill him â okay, in theory. I know she didnât actually do the deed but thatâs not my fault is it?
It is?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Well, a year or so after the girl had summoned me the first time, she summoned me again.
And then again.
And again.
And again.
I tell you what â I was getting rather annoyed. Itâs like having a retractable leash around your throat; can you imagine it? One minute youâre having fun stalking a poor, innocent, lesser creature, the next youâre standing in some shack in the middle of nowhere with a girl barely turned adult who wants you to do everything she bids you to do. Now how fair is that? For a start, it would mean I would lose a potential slave but also my precious time as well! Fine, so Iâm immortal â but itâs still time that could be spent doing other more interesting stuff.
By the time sheâd called me a fifth time, Iâd given up trying to impress her. I donât know how she does it, but she manages to summon me at the most inconvenient of times. And not just the odd occurrence â every bloody time.
The room I appeared in was quite bare â it had a carpet and a cushion and that was it. And not very tasteful either. I looked at the ring sheâd drawn around my bare feet. It had been drizzled in oil on this occasion as it was obvious chalk wouldnât show up on this stuff.
âThis carpet looks like someoneâs been pissing on it for years,â I remarked as I brought my gaze to hers, âYou could have at least found somewhere that was better decorated â I mean, half a dozen times? Iâm a regular now â youâve got to start treating me better.â
Her grey gaze was cold as she stared back at me in return and I grinned. I like having that kind of effect on people.
âNartheus, you know Iâm on the run,â she said finally, âI canât afford to draw attention to myselfâŠâ she looked me up and down then, the first time she had taken her eyes from mine, ââŠthough no doubt someone will notice soon enough that I have a fully naked woman in my room and come running.â
I laughed and turned in a circle with a flourish, hair fanning around my shoulders. âLike it?â I asked and saw her frown. Spotting an old mirror hanging on the wall, I indicated the circle around me with my fine hands. âMay I? We seem to be lacking mirrors in Balatia recently.â
She shook her dark head, her storm-cloud eyes hard.
âI donât think so, Nartheus. Youâve tested my hold on you too many times.â
I frowned too. âYou can at least bring the mirror to me then. How am I supposed to know what impact Iâll have on people if I donât know what I look like?â
âYou know exactly what impact you have on people, daemon,â she replied, but she flicked her right hand anyway and the mirror slid off the wall to hover in front of me.
I have to admit â Iâd done a good job this time. I was sexy. Chestnut brown hair lay in loose waves on my narrow shoulders, framing my defined jaw and large, almond-shaped eyes that were coloured a deep turquoise. Ample breasts mirrored my wide, curving hips and nicely contrasted with a narrow waist. Iâd even managed to get the toned stomach and legs â well done me. Slightly turned-up nose, straight, white teeth and full lips, I was every male humanâs dream â and possibly every lesbianâs. AhhâŠI love a job well doneâŠ
The mirror was moved back to the wall and I returned my gaze to the girlâs. Her nose was wrinkled in distaste.
âNartheus, you stink of sex,â she spat, âWhoâs life have you been ruining now?â
I laughed with a grin. âWouldnât you like to know,â I answered but I was starting to get irritated by all talk and no action (especially seeing as Iâd been interrupted in a lot of action) and I could feel my gaze darken accordingly. âMy business is my own Mage. Tell me why Iâm here.â
I could feel her emotions clearly and she was nervous now; she wanted a favour. Her eyes flicked to the floor and her left hand rose to play with her braid: an obvious tell-tale sign if you couldnât already taste her anxiety.
âItâsâŠtimeâŠagain. I need you once more.â
I sighed and looked at my manicured nails. âThere will always be a âonce moreâ with you, girl. One day you will not be able to summon me. One day you may call me once too often.â
As I looked up again, her eyes softened and pooled with tears. âI know Nartheus, please. I need to undo this wrong Iâve done â all these wrongs Iâve done. You must have a heart in there somewhere. Please help me just this once more. I wonât ask for another time. PleaseâŠâ
I sighed as a tear slid slowly down her pale cheek. Sometimes I think Iâm too attached to humansâŠ
âThis last time,â I growled, âBut no more after this. You know perfectly well, girl, that I can break your summons easily if I truly wanted to. And I know well enough that without any Watchers backing you, it would be relatively easy to get out of the circle that holds me and pull you out of yours. Youâre an intelligent girl â Iâm sure you understand what I mean.â
She nodded, taking a deep breath to speak, but I raised my hand.
âThere is only one condition,â I continued, knowing I had complete control over the situation and revelling in it, âYou have somehow managed to gain the knowledge of my true name. If I am to help you, it is only fair that I know yours.â
The girl gasped audibly and stepped backwards in her protective circle, her hands clenching and a frown immediately darkening her eyes. âIt is forbidden to share names with a daemon,â she hissed, clearly furious and not even attempting to hide it, âThere is no way while I am still alive that I will give you my name.â
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While you are still alive,â I snarled, becoming increasingly annoyed with the girlâs arrogance.
âYou can do nothing,
daemon,â she spat in return, taking a step forwards again.
I mirrored her stride, stepping as close as I could to her while still within the ringâs boundary, knowing that my eyes were changing colour uncontrollably to deep black with my anger.
âI will know your name, Mage, or I will become very intimate with your insides,â I was so angry that not even the paling of the girlâs face made me smile, âDonât forget â you are asking the favour of a powerful daemon. Donât â push â your â luck.â
The girl screwed up her eyes with a wince and expelled a great sigh. âGarynne,â she said eventually, âGarynne GavriellĂ©.â
I smiled slowly. Finally, I had the last thing I needed. âWell, Garynne,â I grinned, raising my arms high above my head in a stretch, âCan I call you Gary?â
âNo,â she scowled.
âFine â fair enough,â I lifted my hands in a mock apology, âWhatever you wantâŠâ Laughing, I took a step forwards, taking myself out of the circle.
Oh, the fear on her face â what a picture!
Her hands immediately fizzed with a blue aura, indigo sparks flying from her fingertips.
Shaking my head with a chuckle, I took another step forwards. Now I was but two feet away from her shield ring.
âHmmmâŠdeja vu I think,â I laughed as she flicked a short stream of mage-fire at me nervously, âDonât worry, Garynne, I canât touch you while youâre in that ring. ButâŠwellâŠit makes it kind of difficult for you to move anywhere, doesnât it sweetie?â
Her eyes widened as she suddenly realised what I meant. Snapping around, she searched for her medallion, but I had already seen it. With a snap, I was sat on the large cushion, the delicate silver pendant hung from its thread in my fingers. I could feel the heat off of it though â a little close for my comfort, but it was worth it to see her face.
âIâm a daemon, Garynne â what do you expect?â I said, raising my eyebrows at her crushed look, âWeâre not supposed to be trustworthy.â
âBitch!â she hissed in fearful rage, âYou son of a demon whore!â
âOooh,â I laughed, âYou aught to write my biography â you know so much about me.â
Her emotions were volatile and she held back a sob as tears stung her eyes again. âGive me back my medallion, daemon,â the young mage whispered, her hand trembling as she held it out, âPlease Nartheus.â
Standing up, I strolled towards her, swinging the pendant in wide circles, careful that it didnât touch my skin. I suppressed the shudders that automatically came with being so close to the soul marked silver â the only thing that could halt a daemonâs powers and protect the wearer from magikal harm. Magikal armour is rare â even in this age. A lot of it was destroyed through one way or another, some have died out with a family line, and on some plains they have even been banned and locked up in diamond-lined safes (which is expensive to say the least). So, in all, itâs very unlucky to find one â if youâre a daemon of course; if youâre human (or non-magikal), itâs obviously quite lucky.
The girl trembled as I stood a few inches away from her â my feet just behind her protective ring â and I could taste her terror.
âGarynne,â I smiled, dangling the triangular-shaped knot pendant just out of her reach, and echoing her words, âYou stink of fear. Whose life have you been ruining now?â
âNo oneâs!â she sobbed, putting her hands over her face, âI am not a daemon â I have guilt â and a conscience!â
Her words tasted like acid: she was hiding something from me. The trouble with being held in a circle â obviously as well as the whole âyou canât leave unless I let youâ concept â is that it is very difficult to sense human emotion. No, not in your way â the tears, the smiles, the sweat â but in our way; I suppose you would call it pheromones, but you wouldnât be quite right. Just close.
Now I was out of the mageâs power, I had a whole palette of the flavours and scents she was giving out. And she was hiding something.
âWhy is this time so important, Garynne?â I asked her ashen face with a querulous frown, âWhy is this the last time?â
She made a mistake. âItâs not important,â the girl said with an attempt at a nonchalant shrug and the lie washed over me like bile.
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You lie to me again and Iâll rip that pretty little head of yours from its body,â I hissed, incredulously angry at the fact that she tried to tell a daemon a falsehood. Did she want to be killed or was she just plain, damn stupid?
Wrapping her arms around herself, she shuddered and then heaved a short sigh. âI want to start a family, daemon,â the young mage whispered, tears sliding down her pale cheeks as she rubbed the top of her arms, as though to keep warm, âDo you even know what that is, Nartheus?â
I thought of the small life I had once held in my own arms and frowned. âDaemons canât have children,â I lied, knowing she would not know the difference between truth and fiction.
The GavriellĂ© girl looked up then and I could feel her curiosity like bubbles on the surface of a pond. âButâŠwhat if two daemons decide to fix their formâŠcouldnât theyâŠ?â
âNo,â I told her stonily, âDaemonâs arenât like humans. They donât work compatibly together.â
I hissed sharply as the forgotten amulet sung by me, brushing the fine hairs on my bare thigh though not touching the skin â luckily. I glared up at the mage, pissed-off that she had caused my attention to wander so far, but then a slow smile started to appear as I remembered what she had said.
âA family, eh? So, thereâs another man in your life then?â my smile grew broader as her face dropped back to despair, âYour ex-fiancĂ©âs not going to be happy about that little arrangement, Iâm guessing?â
âNoâŠâ she whispered, barely even audible, âHeâs even moreâŠpersistentâŠthan he was before. HeâŠâ she shuddered again, though more violently, so that even I was surprised.
I caught a picture then â just a glimpse as to what she was seeing in her mind. The mage must have sent it to me purposely for it was the only way it couldâve happened, and â in a way â I was flattered, even though she probably only did because she had no words to describe it.
Strangely, after the image had gone, I felt a kind of pity for the young girl.
âHe tried to impregnate you,â I confirmed, and she suppressed the shudder this time, nodding instead, âAnd his soulâs become twisted?â
She nodded slowly again, but I didnât need her affirmation to know I was right â the image in her mind was evidence enough, even if it had been twisted slightly by fear and imagination.
Another question struck me all of a sudden. âWhy do you come to me for this?â I asked, curious for once, âI should be the last being you summon.â
Her aura gave off the smell of embarrassment and she wrung her hands, looking down at her feet. âBecause the others have all tried to kill me.â
âAre you afraid of me,
Mage?â I hissed, glaring at her as she subsequently paled.
She only gave a brief pause before answering truthfully. âY-yes.â
âThen do not, for one minute, assume Iâm not going to kill you. If you even put one of the hairs on your pretty little head across the line, I will not tolerate it and you will be dead.
Do-you-understand?â
The girl nodded, her skin nearly as grey as her eyes, and I smiled, knowing I would be obeyed.
âNow. What did you want this time?â I asked, strolling back to the cushion with the talisman and flopping (carefully) down onto it.
âWell,â she began, timidly meeting my gaze and wringing her hands restlessly, âI need somewhere to hide.â
I snorted with laughter. âYou want me to take you into one of the Netherworlds and just leave you there?â
âWell, noâŠâ Guilt flowed off her in waves and I sighed exasperatedly, rolling my eyes.
âWhat, child? Spit it out!â
âLuka hasâŠhas worked out how to shift between realms,â the young mage murmured softly but quickly, âI want you to take me into one of the Netherworlds but I also want you to stay and protect me. Itâll take him a while to find out which Netherworld Iâm in but he will find me and I need you there when he comes looking.â
I frowned and shook my head. âYou ask a lot for one favour,â I told her, still debating as to whether I should take her offer or not, âWhatâs in it for me?â
She frowned then too, startled by my question. I could hardly believe she was expecting me to do it for free but here she was looking me as if Iâd just sprouted tentacles (which I can do, by the way).
âI have nothing that you would be interested inâŠâ the girl eventually muttered, her eyes lowering in dismay.
âOn the contrary, my dear young girl,â I grinned, looking at her through the holes in the pendant, âYou have something that I want very much.â
The sour tang of fear hit my nostrils. âW-whatâs that?â
I smiled at her, cocking my head to one side, âYour soul.â
âBut that would mean there would be no point in me doing this?!â she cried in terror, âI wouldnât be able to make a family without my soul!â
Laughing, I shook my head, âOh, donât be so dramatic, girl: I only want you as my slave. Your family can be slaves too if you want them with you.â
Garynne just stood there and gaped at me.
âOh, stop looking like an electrocuted trout â itâs not that hard: if you agree to be my slave for as long as I see fit, I will get rid of yourâŠproblem. If you donât: you deal with it all by your lonesome.â
Her sigh was heavy as the mage looked at her feet again in resignation. âFine, daemon. I will be your slave. Now, will you find somewhere for me to hide?â
I stood up, flinging her pendant out of the window before she could react, and grabbing her hand through her shield ring. And before you ask: yes, it hurt.
âDrop the shield,â I growled at her, my face only a few inches from hers. She flicked her free hand and the blue fire disappeared â along with the pain. I let go of her wrist abruptly with a growl and rubbed my hand over my scorched arm, healing the blackened flesh back to its previous skin colour.
âYou are never to use that spell again.â I told her, glaring. âIf you need to protect yourself from other daemons, use an ice wall, not a fire ring. It will hinder them more if they get pissed off and try to kill you; any daemon thatâs willing to go through the pain will be able to get through a fire ring â as you just experienced.â
âThank you,â she whispered and I immediately cursed myself for being too nice, but â hey â this was starting to get fun.
âRight,â I said, grinning at the girl and grasping her wrist once more, âOff we go then.â
I snapped my fingers and the girlâs world as she knew it went black.