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Chapter: ONE

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It had been a week since that day, the day I became a demon. After my first change I had left my town, wandering the roads, desperate to find a new start. I had killed 13 people when I became a demon. I had no control over my powers, and didn’t know my own strength. I’m still walking now, less than a mile away from Nelan, the nearest village. I’ve heard rumors that Nelan half consists of demon, though I believe that this is an exaggeration I think there is a possibility that there are at least a few like me. As I reached a small hill the horizon looked promising. I sighed, taking in the wondrous scent from the plants and fresh air. How could a world so beautiful be filled with vile creatures such as the dark blue demon known as Cirr? I wondered to myself. Once over the green hill Nelan was in sight. The twisting dirt road that had lead me miles away from home, now showed a finish line. I had brought 2,300 gold pieces, enough to rent a room at an inn for a considerable amount of days before I got my own job. Hopefully the demon wouldn’t come looking for me, and would stay in my small village. I didn’t want to attract any attention to myself in my new home.

It was mid-day when I arrived at Nelan. Confident and weary I stepped through the welcoming arch that would soon define my home. The village greeter raised an arm to wave.
“Welcome stranger,” he said in an inviting voice, “What brings you to these parts?”
“I wish to begin anew. Live in a new town, form a new life, maybe even a family. Tell me, where does the nearest inn happen to be?” I asked.
“Follow the road and turn on your second right, from there continue until you see a large red and brown building on your left. That would be the inn you’re looking for.”
“Thank you.” I replied as I marched on forward. As I gazed and tilted my head from left to right I noticed and old looking house painted black. It seemed almost threatening as I passed by it. I approached a large red-brown building, which I presumed to be the inn. As I entered I quickly felt warm. The inside walls were painted a vibrant burgundy, with a large beautiful chandler hanging from the center of the lobby. Upon the floor was a large oval shaped rug filled with design.

When I had finished renting a room I decided to walk around some more, to get my bearings. I discovered a small tavern and realized how thirsty I was, so I walked in. the tavern looked larger from the inside, with its long row of bar stools and six or seven round tables. I saw a man with deep black hair and blue eyes sitting at the table in the far right corner. He wore a short black coat with the right sleeve cut off. The leather shifted and rolled when he moved. His right arm had a peculiar blue mark on it, which I presumed to be a tattoo. It looked like something with claws had torn across his forearm, leaving it scared blue. He stood up and craned his neck to look at me. I looked away, shamed that I had stared for so long, in doing so I noticed the boots he was wearing had spikes at the bottom of them.
“You lost?” He said in a soft cold voice. “Follow me.” He stepped through the door of the tavern leaving me standing there. I automatically followed though it took me a few seconds to process what just happened. Why would a total stranger ask me to follow him? I asked myself. After following the strangely scared man halfway across the village we stopped at the black house I had seen earlier. He waved his arm at me without turning around, beckoning me to come in as he opened the black door. I stepped in and felt something about this house. Something familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. “My names Gon,” The man said, “Like yourself, I am also a demon.”
“How did you-”
“I can tell from the scent about you. You must be a newly formed demon since you didn’t sense me.” Gon said in a low voice as he closed the door. “Don’t worry you’re safe here. This is where we stay, me and him that is.” Gon said nodding towards a doorway to my left.

A grey shadowy figure stepped out from the cover of the backroom. His skin was grey, as were his eyes, which seemed angry, sad, and surprised all at the same time. His sleek grey hair was longer than mine, and halfway came down his face. He was dressed in much more covering attire. A large grey coat that almost fell to his ankles fluttered behind him. His grey pants looked worn and were slightly ripped at the bottom, suggesting that he wears them often; he also wore grey and black gloves that matched his belt. Last I saw the tail. Wispy and cat-like his grey tail stuck out from under the coat. “This,” Gon paused as he extended an arm towards the grey figure now standing before me, “is Dekun. He is a half-demon. He is stuck between human and demon, resulting in this form; he has been like this for as long as he can remember. I, also slightly resemble a half-demon.” He said flexing his right arm upward. “This mark is part of my demon form, it’s permanent, and so when I do become demon it changes like the rest of me. It becomes larger and spreads across my chest.”
“Interesting,” I replied, “so the two of you live here?”
“Yes.” Dekun spoke out for the first time. I noticed his voice sounded as hurt and angry as his eyes looked. “This is the safe haven for demons who come into our town. Some stay for awhile, some are just passing through. Which are you?”
“I planned on making this village my new home.” I answered confidently.
“Hmm.” Gon said as he raised an eyebrow. “Besides us I haven’t met a demon wiling to settle down somewhere. Never the less, you are welcome to stay here and become part of our little family. It’s better to live with your own kind than end up hurting someone you love later on in life-” Dekun put an arm on Gon’s shoulder stopping him.
“Well then,” I said, “I accept your invitation. I will join you.”