Oh, grandfather, thank you for coming." He greeted as a
ridiculously short man, who looked to be about eighty, entered
the room. "No problem, anything to help Hisa-"I knew what he was
about to call me, but my "death glare" stopped him right in his
tracks! "-Anything to help Kaori-san." He quickly
corrected himself."So, what do you think is wrong with her?"
Akimitsu asked, trying to avert the old man's attention back to
what he deemed truly important. The old man squinted his eyes and
thought very hard for a moment. He was a statue, completely
undisturbed by the presence of anyone near him."Based on her
symptoms….. Coeur Voracite Demon, there's no doubt about that."
In that moment my heart stopped and fear began filling me up.
Some "heart eating demon" was inside me!
Surprisingly, it was Akimitsu and not I who flipped his lid.
"There must be something we can do! Please father, you're a
priest aren't you, so just perform an exorcism and she'll be
fine!" Akimitsu was yelling extremely loud and he was on the
brink of tears. Rather than answering him, the man simply pulled
out his "handy dandy holy water" and, instead of using it to
drench my clothes, made it into a sort of soup with snail,
apples, and some other weird stuff I couldn't identify. Surely he
didn't want me to eat it; the smell alone would be
enough to rid me of even the strongest monster. I was
wrong-Wrong, but desperate, so, fighting the urge to vomit, I
shoveled the putrid soup into my mouth. I heard the demon hiss in
despair, and I laughed.
Ryo's point of view:
I heard a chuckle emerge from my quite, white room. I knew who it
was, but I didn't mind, for he was the only company I had in this
room. "You've gone and put yourself in the crazy house! Oh well,
practice makes perfect I suppose." That man had come to visit
again. He has been coming for a couple of weeks now, but he still
creeped me out.He bent down and gently stroked my cheek; a look
of sincerity was visible in his eyes. "Marvelous," He said,
"simply marvelous, I think you're one of my best creations yet!"
My eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Was this no more than a game
to him? Every day I felt like a terrible monster and every night
I longed for the spilling of blood! What was happening to me?!
Then, he stared at me for a short, but intense moment, as if he
were reading my very soul. "Beautiful….'Tis such a shame that
you're stuck in this boring; old room." His voice was soft, but
frightening at the same time. "W-what exactly is happening to
me?" I asked through shaking lips. "He chuckled darkly. "The
world is such a terrible place, filled with sorrow and sin, it
doesn't deserve to exist. Fear not though, because with you at my
side, we will witness the down fall of this awful place. I've
marked you as my warrior. You'll do my biding no matter what."
The whole time he was explaining this, he had a smile on his
face.Just then, an excruciating pain sliced through my chest, and
past my heart, 'till it was stabbing my very soul. His cadaverous
eyes showed no sympathy; instead, they seemed to contain joy. It
was as if he was a mother, staring down at her large stomach and
wondering what to expect from her soon-to-be born baby. "It's
starting, stage two is starting!" He shouted with a gleam in his
eyes. I didn't ask what he meant, I wasn't curious. Nor was I
anything else, the only thing I could focus on was the unbearable
pain that seemed to have my very life in a chokehold.And if that
wasn't strange enough, my skin started to emit light. I was on
fire-I was burning to death and all that man did was smile. I let
out an ear-splitting scream and was lost forever, Well, the
old me, at least.