Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Demon ❯ Prologue: Bonding ( Prologue )

 

Prologue: Bonding

 

Dante gave a sigh and rubbed his cramping muscles as he got off from his positions on the floor. He had been lying there for almost two hours waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. He's hours spent in an awkward and cramped position began to bear fruit as a fat and greasy looking man appeared onto the wooden stage. That was his target for today and he would be paid well for it after all, killing was his job and he did it quite well. Of course he didn't just kill anyone for a price, an assassin he may be but he only killed those worth killing and the man in he had his arrow aimed at definitely deserved it.

 

Dante had “researched” his target before accepting it and he found nothing but corruption and greed. The town's sad excuse for Mayor had raised taxes to almost 50 percent just so he could finance his orgies and holidays while the people of the town lived in utter poverty. To kill this man would be as if one were to take out the trash. To remove an infection before it festered and destroyed its host. Dante took aim, pulled the bowstring back and released. The arrow flew forward faster then the wind and before anyone could stop it, embedded itself into the Mayor's chest; his fatty layers doing nothing to protect him from the arrow's head.

 

With his job done and his money paid in advanced Dante got up, stretched his aching muscles and left not caring of what would happen now that the Mayor was dead. He was paid only to kill and would not do anything else. In truth the only thing on his mind right now was to find a quiet peaceful place in which he could relax and ponder about nothing at all.

 

While meandering within the heart of the forest he had stumbled upon a small secluded clearing which perfectly fit what he was searching for. The trees were wide and low allowing him to sit on them and the scene in front of him was that of a medium pond filled with lilies surrounded by an assortment of wild fauna and flora. The sound of water running, grass shuffling could be heard. Every now and then a buzzing dragonfly could be seen zigzagging across the pond's surface, the pristine water making it easy to see every reflection. It was a really quiet, peaceful place that was hard to find now that wars and conflicts ravaged the lands. Surrounded by such tranquility Dante allowed himself to drift off into a slight slumber. It did not last long since tiny drops of liquid kept on falling onto his cheek, the steady drips waking him up every time he began to drift off again. It got to the point where he could no longer ignore it, opening his eyes with a scowl he wiped his face with the back of his hand eyes widening when they were stained read. Blood? Looking up he saw a bulk of mass fall down and before he could move, it fell on top of him causing he to fall to the floor.

 

“Damn it” he groaned, trying to crawl away from beneath the warm, wet weight. It felt like a body but the weight was too great. Pulling himself away Dante immediately distanced himself and drew out his sword in a defensive pose. The thundering of his heart and his own gasping breath could be heard as he took in the sight before him. That `thing' was human and yet it was not and to make matters worse it was dying. Fast.

 

 

It had a male human body but massive wings of velvet night protruded from below `it's' shoulder blades. They would have been beautiful had they not been broken and torn in several places. Blood soaked `it's' body and wings like a second skin and `it's' once snowy hair was matted together in clumps of crimson copper. The creature did not seem to move so lowering his weapon Dante approached the creature ignoring the scent of blood as he did so.

 

“Hey…” he said nudging the creature with his the tip of his leather boots, adding more force when `it' did not respond. “You alive?” he asked this time touching a broken wing, he marveling at such an unearthly softness. The creature still did not move and Dante could no longer feel warmth of the `it's' wings. Dante felt a pang of sorrow at the loss of such a beautiful thing. Or at least it was once beautiful, now it was nothing more then a broken heap of blood and bone. “How pitiful,” he mumbled as he continued to caress an icy wing “I guess I should at least bury it”. Dante got up and turned around and was about to leave in search for a shovel like object when a hand suddenly grasped his leg, he jerked around.

 

“Not `it',” gasped the creature wincing and whimpering in pain. “Deimos” `it' continued, trying to get up only to fall back on its chest. It groaned and whimpered.

 

“shit” Dante got down on hid knees and tried to turn `it'; tried to turn Deimos onto it's back careful to not damage its wings any further but that was rather hard to do. The creature, Deimos; grinned at him.

 

“Human” it acknowledged, “mort- suddenly its face turned into a grimace, eyes widening before it coughed up an alarming amount of blood. A fine mist of it was inhaled by Dante who immediately bent over choking on it. Normally the metallic taste of blood did nothing to him but the blood produced by this creature tasted of bitter asphalt and poison. Prickling stabs of pain traveled down his throat seeping into his bloodstream and he shuddered with the agony of it. He was thankful that he did not inhale more of the vile liquid. In his haze of pain Dante was suddenly thrown on to his back the force of it knocking the little breath that he had out of him.

 

 

The creature Deimos was on top of him and it no longer seemed to be dying. Bones crunched back into place and its wings a lined themselves as joints and bones mended with sickening pops and cricks. Dante's survival instincts kicked in and he struggled in an attempt to free himself but Deimos was stupidly and surprising strong. Massive wings doubled its weight, legs straddled Dante's as arms bounded his own.

 

“Oi!” he yelled while trying to buckle it off. “Let me go or I'll kill you” he continued with a growl only to feel his anger flare when the creature grinned at him. Its eyes as crimson as the blood it was soaked in and fangs gleamed. Fucking fangs. Deimos lowered his head to stop at the nape of Dante's neck his grip tightening on Dante's arm. The smooth wet feeling of a tongue was felt as it ran down the length of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. Deimos took a deep breath as if savouring a meal before placing its fangs where Dante's vein was. “You fucking mon- Ah!” gasped Dante as fangs pierced flesh and vital blood bled from him only to end up being swallowed by the thing above him. The loss of strength quickly followed and soon the creature above him no longer needed to use force to subdue him. Dante did nothing but curse weakly as he felt himself dying and soon enough everything went black.

 

 

Authors Note: Thanks for reading and please review! Though... maybe it might make my ego already larger than it should be… My friend once told me “Your ego is higher than the clouds”... Meh! Reviews are always nice. :3