Son of the devil (open to all)

[nightbladered]

(I am working on chapter 2 of my story right now. I should have it done by tonight. I will mail you both a copy of the chapter when I am done with it, before I upload it.)

Somehow some way Jose was able to sense that something was wrong. Prehaps being the human spawn of Satan had given him some sort of powers he didn't yet know about. He turned to look up at Draco.

"Draco, one of the angels wants to hurt daddy." he said with a look that said the boy was 100% behind what he had just said.

"You know how daddy said that sometimes when you have God in your heart you get to know things that you shouldn't know? Well I know now that one of the angels wants to hurt daddy and we can't let that happen." Jose pleaded with his brother.

"I know what you and Amon can do, and you have to stop the angel from hurting daddy." Jose said still clinging to his brother.

[Drane]

Draco smiled, stroking Jose's hair. "Don't worry, little one," he cooed. "Everything is going to be alright. Now one is going to hurt daddy, alright?" The glowing on his hands intensified as he smiled down at Jose, revealing his perfect, pearly white teeth. He strode into the house after Central and Keit.

"What do we do about Slide and Boomer?" Draco asked, looking Central. "They got away after Belail slaughtered Rex." He winced slightly at Belail's name, but quickly regained his composure. Little did he know that Amon had ideas of his own....

*****

Back at the village, Amon whistled to himself as he walked into a house of cutlery. After doing several odd jobs, and using his demonic charms, he had managed to gain enough money to not only stock his house with a weeks worth of food, but he also had enough left over to get himself a weapon. As he looked over several plain daggers, something shiny caught his eye. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw the source of the sheen.

Hanging on the wall above a collection of fancy swords was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen; a curved, scythe-like blade around two feet long with a foot-long wooden handle attached to a ten foot long very thing chain with a piece of metal that tied to his shoulder. After asking about the weapon, and haggling for a price, Amon left the store, the blade in a leather bag.

Removing his prize, he tied the metal plate to his shoulder, than wrapped the chain around his arm up to his wrist, gripping the wood handle in his hand. "Alright, Boomer and Slide.... Time fore some revenge..." he smiled evilly.

[My_Secret_Life]

Central entered the house and sighed, sitting herself with her eyes closed on the couch and resting; her eblows propped up against the back. Keit wasn't too far behind her and looked around as he walked in; the simplicity of the home struck him as odd, since most demon reincarnates had chosen to show their faith in the Lord by raising a family of their own under the teachings of Gods. Yet, here Belial was, unmarried with no blood children of his own.

"Broke away from the norm, didn't he?" Keit asked, putting on hand on his hip.

Central nodded, opening her eyes for a bit. "Belial was adopted and raised by a preacher; the profession prohibts marriage or sex. It was only natural that Belial followed in his adoptive father's footsteps."

Keit nodded. "Humans are so boring; they think their fate is determined by their own blood. How many centuries will it take before they wake up?"

Central just smiled. "They don't know any better than what they're taught."

"Good point," Keit walked further in and looked around a bit, stopping at the base of the stairs. "I'm going to poke around upstairs; maybe I'll be able to find the reason Satan's able to make it above ground so often."

"Hope you have better luck than me..." Central replied, watching him head up the stairs before relaxing on the couch again. Keit headed upstairs, looking around and keeping his defenses up for any flares of negative or evil energy. He walked slowly, checking every room and taking his time so he didn't miss anything.

[nightbladered]

As Keit searched the older brothers room he found the upside down cross hanging above their bed, right where when Jose had been under Satan's control he had placed it. This did not look good for either of the boys, not good at all. Satan had to be stopped at all costs and those that served him were punished and punished harshly. For kids this punishment came in the form of a very severe spanking. For adults it was much much worse. Luckly for Draco and Amon they were still considered children, despite their past actions.

Meanwhile Jose grabbed his brothers arm. "Draco, Amon is gonna do something bad I can feel it. Daddy taught me to sense evil energy, he said I was special and gifted just like you and Amon. And I can feel the evil from Amon Draco. Its really scary."

He clung to his brother as he spoke, not aware that the upside down cross he had placed had been found. Jose had no memory of doing it and even if an angel were to search his mind they would find no memory of it either. As far as Jose was concerned he had never done it. Satan did that good of a job erasing the traces of having ever taken control of the boy.

[Drane]

(Night, Keit searched the room. Not Central. Just a heads-up)


Draco smiled and stroked Jose's hair. "Amon is fine, little one. Don't worry." Deep down, however, Draco could sense Amon's every movement. Biting his lip, he looked at Central. "Do you think you could keep an eye on Jose? I think Amon is up to something, and I'm the only one who can stop him. After a brisk nod from the angel, Draco put down his brother and whispered, "I'll be back. You listen to whatever Central says, and I'll be back in a while." With a quick smile, Draco ruffled Jose's hair than bolted out the door. As he ran, he muttered under his breath. "Alright, Amon... Don't do anything rash..."

****

Slide and Boomer were hanging outside the local butcher shop, each of them nibbling on some jerky and thinking of Rex. After a painful silence, Slide piped up. "We need to pull ourselves together, man. Its all Draco's fault, remember that. We get him, we get peace." Boomer nodded slowly and cracked his neck. Not half a moment later, his eyes widened. Slide screamed as he watched the metal blade jet from the center Boomer's chest.

"Hello, guys. Hows life?" Amon whispered darkly, pulling the blade up and severing most of Boomer's internal organs. He jumped over Boomer's crumpling corpse and landed in front of Slide, smiling. Raising the blade high, he slashed the blade across Slide's chest, bringing him down instantly. Ignoring the screams from the nearby civilians, Amon laughed and slashed again, causing the tortured teen to yell in pain. Dragging his victim behind the butcher shop, Amon working his blade up and down Slide's body until he had fully flayed the teen. Giggling like a school girl, he climbed onto the roof, Slide's skinless body on his shoulder, and removed a length of cord.

After several minutes of grueling work, Amon jumped down to admire his handiwork: Slide's skinless body hanging upside down by his feet.