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Powers of Insanity

Novel By: Blackdragon99
Young adult


Long ago demons started to roam the earth, the church buried this by creating the devil and crucifying the nine million women who discovered the truth. They were called witches for having half a brain. Not getting on their knees in front of any man who wanted pleasure. For using herbs that scared the church, giving the ability to see the now invisible demons.
From the destroyed souls one man was born. The creator of the Keepers. From his own blood he bore three other powerful keepers and so forth. The keepers were part demon part human. Watching the world from their new found reality they protected humans seeking protecting from the now animalised demons. The price is their soul.

Some keepers are kind. Many are cruel. Few care for the life of the contracted; they only care what they can twist from their new found slaves. The contract extends to the children and family in the event that the contracted should perish before repaying the debt. Thus the Keepers own the world with an iron fist. Yet Humans are too stupid to realise, realise the danger now posed by the keepers and their different views. Like Humans the Keepers themselves have fallen to War.
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Submitted:Dec 5, 2011    Reads: 16    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


Unto my daughters Elise and Katharina Skate I leave my entire estate halved and my worldly possessions. In the event that they should however marry young or refuse the contract they shall not inherit their fortune. In these events the daughter in question shall receive nothing and her share shall be paid to the dreamers as a token of apologies.

The man stilled his tongue and stared at the old man in the bed.

"Sire you barely know these girls" he whispered. The silence poisoned the dark room, only the candle flickering gave any sign of life. The old man wheezed.

"They are my daughters"

"No disrespect sir but your lifespan is different. By the time they inherit this money it could be thousands of years for them" the servants arguments did little to the old man.

"Protect them David. I am trusting you" he gasped. The servant David grasped the old man's hand.

"I shall sire. Go with god" David's whispers led the old man from life. The tears gathered in David's dark green eyes.

"Go with god"

********Elise*********

"Elise get up" the voice reached my ears like a thunderclap.

I groaned as I rolled over in my sleeping bag. My life was unfair. I lived in a rich home. To all around me I was pampered and treated with the utmost respect and love. Behind the scenes however I was beaten, starved, bruised and abused. Like a slave. Yes I was the faithful dog, all pretty and groomed, underneath nurturing painful wounds. My scruffy white shirt covered the bruised ribs I had received last night.

I stared in the broken mirror as I walked past. I couldn't help smile. My face was not slim like a fashion model, it was more rounded. My jawline was curved, soft leading into even cheeks and a ski jump nose. My blue eyes seemed dim under blonde eyebrows leading into my longish blonde hair all mattered.

"Elise" the voice of the lady bitch came again. I shuddered with hatred.

"Coming foster bitch" I replied hurriedly. I knew this was a mistake.

The footsteps rung as she bolted up the stairs. I hurriedly locked my door and sat there crying. I was frantic. ESCAPE. I need to escape. Oh why couldn't Kate get back and take me home? That's right. The bitch took a job on an airplane service. My own sister up and left me with….. THIS!

I franticly ran to the window, I stared at the bars before I started tugging them. I was desperate. My struggles stopped however when my eyes lay on a man. He was maybe in his early 30's.

His features were kind of square, a hooded head but I could see his eyebrows that excluded blonde been his hair colour. He was standing in the stormy street wrapped in a trench coat and hood staring into my house. What struck me though were his eyes.

They seemed weirdly green, maybe blue but he had too much wheat in his system.

I had about 5 seconds to view him because the hands tugged my hair back. Even as I fell I saw him take a step forwards. Would he be the knight in shining armour? No way. No one could be. No one would be. I was alone.

***********Kate****************

She screamed as a hand crept up her skirt. With a reddened palm she openly slapped the drunk groping for her. It did not help she was 20,000 feet in the air. She groaned as she walked.

Like her sister she had a rather soft face, slimmer however. Tanned skin, dark brown eyes and chocolate hair. Her clothes were rather simple. A short blue skirt, a white long sleeved top under a blue blazer, stockings and then high heel pump shoes.

She let her eyes wonder cautiously for any hands; this trip was filled with Texan bozos who liked feeling her up. A hand up the skirt, a slap on the ass, a squeeze on the boob. By now Kate Skate was use to this abuse, slap and run was her MO.

One man however didn't fit the crowd. He sat in the corner quietly staring at her; his green eyes seemed to dig into her soul. He was square featured, a strong jaw with obvious facial hair, dark brown hair. His hair hung messy around his head, his brows were furrowed. His skin was average and smooth. In fact the man was strangely hot but so average no one noticed him. Weird much?

Kate sighed and stared down at her watch. She almost leapt for joy as she saw the time. Her shift was over. She nodded to the manager and seemed to skip down the aisle towards the staff rooms, she was desperately hoping for some sleep.

The man in the corner smiled as she walked past. With a smooth motion he started to rise. The manager got in his way.

"Pardon me sir but you may not leave your seat"

The man kept a silently angry expression as he spoke, his voice was gruff yet flowing. Like he was starting to get a cold.

"There are three ways this can end" he started as he raised a finger.

"One. We debate for ten minutes and I get up" He raised a second finger.

"Two. You get out of my way and I still get up" he raised a third finger.

"Three. One of us ends up thrown out of the craft and then I still get up"

The manager smirked "You think you're some hotshot keeper" he then covered his mouth as the man glared at him.

"Toby is your keeper Lucas, you know how temperamental he can be" The manager was shuddering.

"Who are you?" he whispered weakly as the mystery man smiled.

"David"

The manager, Lucas gagged as David stood up and shuffled his was from his seat. He was quite tall; he had no trouble looking down on Lucas as he strode behind the white door. He lurched as he walked the aisles. He shuddered when he caught a view of above the clouds; the darkness did little to erase his sight. Truth is David hated flying. Well he hated been in a craft with a HUMAN flying.

Kate sighed as she flopped on her bed, her shoes and stockings had left as had the blazer and button up shirt. She groaned as she dove into her pillows and closed her eyes. All the groping Texan arseholes in the world were NOT going to ruin her sleep.

The sudden knock on the door made her scream and jump. She froze mid motion as she stared at David. He no longer wore a trench coat but instead he wore a Black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suit pants with matching shoes.

"Forgive the intrusion" he huffed as he closed the broken door.

"But I have news of your sister"

"I know all the news up to this flight departing" Kate groaned reaching for the phone. David cleared his throat.

"Katarina Skate your sister is in grave danger" David whispered drawing a startled gasp from Kate.

"How do you know my name?"

"Are you stupid or is the air affecting you. You owe me and I have come to collect" He took a step forwards glaring at the phone and then to Kate's outstretched hand.

"Please lets be civil" he stated calmly before he vanished. Kate yelped as she felt her wrist grabbed. She looked and saw David simply pull the phone away then he sighed.

"Do not ask how or why. Just accept I am what I am" he stated as she opened her mouth.

"Who are you?"

"A Keeper, your keeper" His reply shook her to the core.

"Of what?" she asked timidly.

"Your soul"

Long ago demons started to roam the earth, the church buried this by creating the devil and crucifying the nine million women who discovered the truth. They were called witches for having half a brain. Not getting on their knees in front of any man who wanted pleasure. For using herbs that scared the church, giving the ability to see the now invisible demons.

From the destroyed souls one man was born. The creator of the Keepers. From his own blood he bore three other powerful keepers and so forth. The keepers were part demon part human. Watching the world from their new found reality they protected humans seeking protecting from the now animalised demons. The price is their soul.

Some keepers are kind. Many are cruel. Few care for the life of the contracted; they only care what they can twist from their new found slaves. The contract extends to the children and family in the event that the contracted should perish before repaying the debt. Thus the Keepers own the world with an iron fist. Yet Humans are too stupid to realise, realise the danger now posed by the keepers and their different views. Like Humans the Keepers themselves have fallen to War.





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