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Garden of Demons

Novel By: Moonlit Syndicate
Horror



I had no sympathy for people who believed it to be okay to burn their sisters in fires, despite their pleas for help. Innocent or not if they were claimed to be a witch or demon they would not be spared so why did a demon have to spare a human? Swiftly I walked past the weeping child... Guilt would get the better of me, soundlessly I'd hold out my hand for the child to take hold, her small fingers curling tightly around my own as if she was afraid that I’d change my mind and leave her behind.

I wasn’t that cruel.
I just didn’t have the heart to care.

This story is about a demon who at first saves a small child, after the childs death he starts to rebel against the demon council, soon becoming the only thing standing between a horde of evil that wishes to dominate the human world. What will happen to a demon that once claimed to have no heart. Read to find out more... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 13, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Prologue -

I watch as the sky above shifts through it's different stages of day and night, the clouds above were thick; soon it would rain over the barren scenery that they used to call home. I lay on my back ignorant to the situation around me as I stare at the vast forest that now lay dead. To escape the fire all the animals fled to the nearby river only to find the direct source of the spark. Nothing would survive this attack as demons pillaged what was left of the ruined village of Hure. Nothing would ever know the true reason behind the demons anger…A Bakunawa rose from the centre, its large snake like head hooking as it attempted to swallow all light from the moon, to no avail it collapsed back into the river its silver scales glistening under the fading light. This monster had helped just as much as the others to destroy a the village, it roared as more flames shot from its mouth, the red fire engulfing a few harmless 'humans'. They were nothing more; even when a mother cried; pleading to have her child spared, all these demons cared for were their ikigumo. An ikigumo was the heart or a liver from a healthy young child or infant, it could also be found in someone who was still pure or had magical powers; to demons the ikigumo was a priceless source of power and to attain it they'd deceive, kill and commit any crime or so thought by the humans to be a wrong doing, we demons didn't have many rules.

Of course the mother was killed and the child's ikigumo removed. But no one here would care, even humans were filled with similar greed, it was that greed that brought all these demons here. Hours past, but I left time behind me, every one of my kind did after all our lifespan far out matched a mere human one. At most they'd live around 60-80 years that was if they didn't kill each other first.

You'd never find us demons killing one another for the sheer curiosity of killing, or at least so far within my lifespan I had yet to encounter a fellow youkai that would attempt to do so. With the village of Hure destroyed, the people who'd managed to escape or survive would have to rebuild their village's foundations; it would include the rules against demonic practices and witch craft. Silly humans it was their own greed that brought about this rapture, this great abundance of evil that slashed through their town and kind. I had no sympathy for people who believed it to be okay to burn their sisters in fires, despite their pleas for help. Innocent or not if they were claimed to be a witch or demon they would not be spared so why did a demon have to spare a human? On the outskirts of the village, where the road forked off towards the sea and neighbouring village of Miae a child wept over a corpse, it was of a women, blood flowed over the dirt path her brown hair limp around her round face, her eyes shut tightly in hopes of retribution. The last piece of her life faded, her hand becoming as limp as her hair. I was closer to the scene now and I noticed the state the child was in, her clothes were scruffy; used to be a beige dress but now it had been ruined, its hem charred by a fire. I'd made the right choice to leave this way; there would be less bloodshed and toil to pass through. Swiftly I walked past, ignoring the soft crying behind me. Had that been her sister or her mother? Maybe even an Aunt?

"Why did the demons kill everything?" She said between broken sobs, her shoulders shaking as she cried. "Why did they kill everyone?" Her small broken voice had repeated.

Silly girl, you would never really understand…Would never really know. I thought, my gut clenching oddly. Never before today had I cared about the humans, after all they were the things that hunted us down and tried to destroy us. They were so ugly they even hunted each other down for silly reasons such as war.

Turning I found that the small blond haired child had followed me down the path, her hands shaking as they clutched at her skirt. Had she noticed that I too was no human? Maybe not. "C-can I come too?" Her small voice stammered, as the cold chill bit through the charcoal branches, her eyes pleading and her demeanour fearful; almost wary. Naturally I'd ignore the child and move on leaving her behind to grieve over all she had lost. But that was what I'd do if the child was just a mere human, I knew that if they were given chance to grow that they would be deadly, could even kill. And they had the gall to call us 'Demons' they were far worse than us, yes we prayed on them, but they attack us as well as each other. They just didn't like the fact that they were no longer on the highest rung of the food chain. I mean they eat things that were once alive, so why couldn't we.

Training my eyes on a swollen messy bite at her shoulder, the fabric of her dress had been stained crimson, the skin flayed horribly. She would be a demon soon enough, on her own she couldn't survive, what did I do? How should I respond? Tears were materializing again, her face reddening as a pout formed on her lips. Soundlessly I held out my hand for the child to take hold, her small fingers curling tightly around my own as if she was afraid that I'd change my mind and leave her behind.

I wasn't that cruel.

…I just didn't have the heart to care…





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