Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Demon ❯ Chapter 2: Incubus and Church ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Incubus and Church

 

 

Dante opened the large wooden doors that opened up to reveal the church, warm air blew up like a caress and it felt good compared to the biting cold. He walked in knowing that Deimos would follow behind him as he always did. The church was lit alit by numerous candles which illuminated the stained glass windows and the Virgin Mary which wept behind the altar. A scarlet strip of carpet divided the solid wooden benches. It was a place of warmth and yes, forgiveness. In front of the altar and on his knees was the priest who was currently praying. He stopped midway and looked at the newcomers with a gentle smile. “Welcome” he said as he stood up.

 

“Ah, thank you father” said Dante respectfully “I was wondering if were possible if my companion and I were to stay the night” he indicated Deimos who was looking with awe at the stained glass windows.

 

The priest gave a gentle smile, an expression that suited his handsome face; he was rather young for a priest. “Of course, you two must be weary from your journey. God welcomes all his children.”

 

“Ah...Thank you” he said gratefully, weary of the fact that he was bringing a demon within holy grounds. It should be okay since Deimos had yet to hurt any humans since he had bonded with Dante, but what of before the bonding? He would have to ask Deimos later.

 

“We have a building in the back used for occasions such as this. It may be a little crowded” warned the priest as he lit out the many candles one by one. Slowly the church got dimmer and dimmer.

 

“As long as it's shelter it will do just fine” he turned his back slightly “Deimos, come” and like a love struck puppy he did.

 

 

The priest led them to the far end of the church where he opened the small door. He took them across the field where a small garden and vegetable patch was. The flowers were in full bloom and the vegetables were strangely ripe for this season sort of weather. A little further up was a wooden building slighter smaller than the church. The priest opened the door only to be tackled by a mass of children.

 

“Father Kamui” they all squealed in unison as they ran around him pulling on various parts of limbs and clothing in order to get his attention.

 

“Come now children” he said with a heart warming smile followed gentle laughter. “We have guests tonight” he lifted the youngest child up and in his arms. “I hope you don't mind the children, the church runs an orphanage on the side” he set the little boy down and gestured them to come in.

 

Deimos being the idiot he was rushed in without any modesty and began to sniff the warm air. A small girl no older than eight years old shyly tugged on the leg of his pants and offered him a bread roll, Deimos grinned widely took it, the little girl blushed. Dante was about to tell him to return the food, after all an orphanage run by a church would most likely be strapped for cash which meant that food would also be a problem. To his bewilderment Deimos did a disappearing and reappearing act with the roll before returning it to the little girl once again. The children clapped theirs hands together in delight at the small act, Deimos took a exaggerated bow as he swelled with pride.

 

“He's good with them” commented Father Kamui as he and Dante watched Deimos chase the children, throwing then up and down with a spin when he caught them.

 

“I would have never thought he would be. I've never seen him interact with children before” this was the first time in five years that Dante had seen him so gentle with anyone that wasn't him. It was also the first time he had seen Deimos reject an offer of food.

 

“Is that so? How long have you known him?” asked Father Kamui.

 

“Five years” was Dante's reply,

 

Father Kamui gave a gentle smile as he looked at Dante with warm brown eyes. “Then you have much to learn about your companion, “The good and the bad.”

 

“Oh I've seen the bad. He's clingy, eats a lot, is annoying and can't obey direct orders.”

 

“But he is gentle is he not?”

 

Dante was quiet for a moment but it was soon replaced my amused laughter. “Only a priest can see such a thing in a demon like him.”

 

Father Kamui's eyes gleamed for a moment before he asked, “Demon?”

 

Ah, how stupid could he be? Thought Dante as he scolded himself, his mind began to churn in search for a lie.

 

“Hey you two!” exclaimed Deimos just in the nick of time as if he had heard the conversation and was coming to the rescue. “Hurry up” he whined “Everyone says that Father Kamui's gonna tell us a bedtime story” he laughed his carefree laugh as he darted upstairs along with the children. Dante gave an exasperated sigh and a gentle shake of his head as he and Father Kamui waked upstairs as well.

 

 

The upstairs were divided into four rooms. The main and largest room was where many small beds were placed for the children while three other doors indicated smaller but more private rooms. No doubt one belonged to the priest while the other two were allocated to weary travelers such as him and Deimos. The children all rushed to their usual beds and

 

“Story Father Kamui tell us a story” the demanded repeatedly and it got till a point that even Deimos joined in.

 

“Alright, alright settle down I'll tell you little ones a story” Father Kamui moved to sit on the wooden chair while Dante chose to stay leaning against the door frame. Deimos on the other hand was sitting on one of the small beds surrounded by at least three little girls who either sat on his lap or was latching onto his shirt. God, even small females noticed his charm and they haven't even gone though puberty yet. Deimos affectionate stroked their heads and Dante felt a flare of jealousy rise quickly followed by shame. To be jealous over such a small thing and at a child no less, a grown man like him.

 

“Once upon a time” began Father Kamui and soon enough many of the children drifted off to sleep. Deimos tucked in the little girls that had been latching on to him before. He gently loosened their tiny little fingers and placed the blanket over them. “Your good with them” commented Father Kamui “Like an older brother or father, do you have any of your own?”

 

Deimos let out a bark of laughter “No way, I can't stand them.”

 

Both Dante and Father Kamui were shocked, but he was so good with them. Father Kamui was the one to ask “Why?”

 

“They're small and fragile in both mind and body. They're even more breakable then porcelain. Weak, frail and delicate, crushing them would be so… simple. That's why I don't like them” Deimos tucked in the last girl “But you know? There's a difference between being able to handle them and liking them. Kids like me for some reason.”

 

Dante snorted “That's because you're a kid yourself” he stood upright again and stretched with a jaw breaking yawn. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands.

 

“Ah… you must be tired” Father Kamui pointed to the two doors that led to rooms “you can use these rooms for the night” he walked to the first room “This is my own room so this is where I'll be should you ever need me” he gave them a gentle smile “Good night” he said walking into his room and closing the door gently behind him.

 

 

Tired and seeking rest Dante headed to his own room only to suddenly stop when he realized that Deimos had followed him. He turned around with an annoyed “go to your own room”.

 

“But I'm not sleepy yet” whined Deimos as he shuffled from one foot to another.

 

“Well I am so piss off and leave me alone” Dante moved across to the bed were he lay down and covered himself with the blanket. He waited for Deimos to leave but the shuffling continued. “Deimos” he growled warningly only to stop at the empty expression on Deimos's face. It was an expression that was rarely seen and when it did appear Dante was often at loss of what to do. After all he had never been an affectionate person. Grabbing the pillow below him he threw it at Deimos, aiming for the face. The pillow perfectly hit its target and fell to the floor with a flop. Deimos stared at the pillow for a barest of a second before he realized what had happened.

 

Light once again flared in his eyes and his face filled with delayed shock “Hey!” he all but cried, “what was that for?” he rubbed his face in a manner at made it looked as if he had been hit with a brick and not a pillow.

 

Dante rolled his eyes, “Oh stop being such a crybaby you're a demon for god sakes” he said with a huff.

 

Deimos dropped down to the ground in a sitting position, the cold seeping from the hardwood floors seeming to do nothing to him. He crossed his hands together and gave Deimos a hurt glare before looking away as he sulked.

 

The heavy feeling on his chest instantly lifted now that Deimos was his usual self, this he could deal with. He waited for Deimos to shoot him another hurt look before he gave an apology but this time Deimos was unusually quite, a clawed finger scratching patterns on the floor. “I don't like that priest” he mumbled.

 

“You're kidding me right?” Dante sighed with frustration; Deimos was the only one in this world that could do such a thing to him. To make him lose patience and composure “he gave us shelter and you don't like him? What could he have possibly done to make you dislike him?”

 

Deimos frowned, “I don't like anyone but you, I tolerate everyone else but... the priest doesn't smell right.”

 

Dante slapped his forehead with the base of his palm and gave an exasperated sigh “He doesn't smell right?”

 

“I dunno…” Deimos winced unable to explain himself and instead passed Dante the pillow that had been used as a `weapon' before.

 

Dante fiddled with the edges of the pillow, tensing slightly when the cold fabric touched his bare arms. “You're an idiot you know that? Father Kamui has been nothing but kind to us so don't you dare lift a finger when it comes to him okay? That's an order” the room was once again filled with silence. “Hey... Before the bonding... did you kill anyone?” he asked, it was a good time to since the air was already tense and awkward. A little more would not hurt.

 

“Yup” said Deimos his face devoid of guilt or remorse.

 

“What?!” he was shocked, ever since the bonding he had never seen Deimos raise a hand against another or even raised his voice. He had thought that the kind, gentle idiot of the creature before him was incapable of taking a life. Even though he was a demon, even though their first encounter was laced with blood it did not seem possible. “How could you?”

 

Deimos gave a shrug “Meh, why are you so shocked? You're an assassin remember? You kill for money.”

 

 

It was true, why was he so shocked? Why was he getting so worked up? Deimos was right he was assassin who killed for a living so why did it make such a difference if Deimos took a life. Actually Deimos has more of a right to kill since he was in fact a demon. A creature spawned from the fiery depths of hell. Deimos… his companion, the creature who he had yet to see hurt a fly taking numerous human lives. It was surreal “I kill those who deserve death” he said in a voice that seemed as if he was convincing himself.

 

Deimos snorted “And I'm not?”

 

“How many?” he asked.

 

“I don't remember Dante, I don't keep track but they were mostly bandits and murders, serial killers, rapists and I think at one point an arsonist. I only kill those that attack first; you would kill a pack of dogs if they came after you wouldn't you?”

 

 

Dante was silent, unable to retort with a proper answer.

 

“So what are we going to do tomorrow?” asked Deimos who was either being merciful or was just being his plain old self.

 

“We look for leads I guess” thankful for the change “ask around and see if we can find the drug manufacturer.

 

“What about the addicts?”

 

Dante frowned “I don't know about them”

 

“From what we know once your dependant on the drug there's no possible way of going back. We're going to kill the only person that can make it.”

 

“I know that!” he whispered harshly, frustrated at the new found dilemma.

 

Deimos yawned, his tongue like that of an animal. He stretched, he's amber eyes the only thing that could be seen in the darkness. The creaking of the floorboards meant that he had finally stood up. “Dante… we might have to kill the victims too you know? To end their misery and stuff like that, anyways I'm going to bed. Night, night sweet dreams” Deimos gave another yawn before he left, closing the wooden door gently as he did so.

 

“Stupid demon how can I even sleep after all that stuff we talked about? Idiot…,” muttered Dante who not soon after fell into a fitful slumber.

 

 

Dante awoke hours later oblivious to why. Sitting upright he sleepily waited for his head to clear.

 

“Ha…ah… ha…” Dante could hear harsh labored breathing from the other side of the wall. What in the world? “Ah… ha… ah! Da- damn…” gasped and curses were then heard followed by familiar whimpers. “No... Fuck...” was then heard only this time it was followed by a dark chuckle of amusement from another. Then it clicked, Deimos!

 

In a rapid flash of movement Dante leapt off the bed and grabbed his sword. He ran out of the room forgetting about the fact that the children were still asleep. He ran to Deimos's room and slammed open the door, shocked frozen at the sight before him.

 

On top of the bed was Deimos limp and immobile, thin chains bounded his arms to his chest leaving an imprint of what seemed like burn marks. Dante would've thought him dead had he not been whimpering and breathing so harshly. Sweat covered him in a fine sheen and his face was flushed and teary glazed eyes could be seen. On top of him however the one person he had least expected. Father Kamui was on top of Deimos wearing nothing but his pants. Straddling his hips was Father Kamui who was wearing nothing but his pants. One hand held up his body weight while the other disappeared beneath Deimos's pants.

 

His face expressionless and void of emotion as he committed such a sin. The whole sight was lit by waning moon; its sliver light making the scene look false.

 

 

Fury and rage never felt before swept through him like poison and ate through his mind. He wished for violence, without considering the fact that there were sleeping children meters away Dante rushed forward and violently pushed Father Kamui off Deimos. Anger unquenched he proceeded to push the priest against the wooden floor where he took his weapon from its sheath and rammed it into Father Kamui's shoulder. The sharp blade met flesh and sunk further till it reached the wooden floorboards effectively skewering the priest who did not scream or even flinch. Now that the priest was dealt with Dante ran to Deimos who continued to be deathly still. He ripped off the blindfold and tore through the chains that had bounded his demon. The Chains were surprisingly thin but left hot red welts on Deimos's flesh however they did nothing to Dante when he touched them. Why was that?

 

 

“You perverted Incubus!” gasped Deimos in full animation now that he was free from the binds. He tried to leap off the bed and had almost toppled over had Dante not been there to seize him. “To touch one of my stature in such an indecent way” his eyes blazed a bloody crimson and lengthen fangs gleamed peaked from his mouth. Dante pushed Deimos down on the bed in a sitting position and began highly alarmed when Deimos began to tear up. “Dante...” he wailed in a child like manner as he clung to Dante's waist. Dante flushed at the heat he felt radiating off Deimos.

 

“Considering how weak you are you must be starving” said Father Kamui as he leisurely pulled the sword from his shoulder without any signs of feeling it. To Dante's astonishment there was no wound and the only evidence that he had even injured the priest was the torn blood stained robe that he was wearing.

 

“What in the world are you? Asked Dante, his defenses raised as he placed a comforting hand on Deimos's head in a gesture of comfort. It was something he rarely did but tonight was a special case.

 

“I'm an incubus just as Deimos said” Father Kamui gave an apologetic look “Normally I wouldn't do such a horrible thing to another living thing but it's been so long since I've `eaten'. It's rather hard to find sexual energy when you spend most of your time tending to small children and I'm definitely not the type to prey off children. That's just sick.”

 

“At least we agree on that part, stupid Incubus that's what's having a master for” snapped Deimos still angry from before but of course he had a right to be.

 

A look of utter despair swept across Kamui's face. “My master is no longer on this earth.”

 

“Then why haven't killed yourself yet? Lousy incubus” the warm gentle hand that had been caressing Deimos's head suddenly hit him. “Ouch!” he yelped “what was that for?” he began to tear up again.

 

“Don't be so insensitive you idiotic moron” scolded Dante who was finally speaking after so long.

 

“What? Demons usually kills themselves when their master's die. It's why we're so over protective.” He looked at Kamui, seeming to no longer be hurt at Kamui's previous actions. “So why are you still alive?” he asked yelping when Dante hit him once again.

 

“My master… he was the previous priest of this church. He took a demon like me in and even allowed me to bond and feed off him.” the look of despair swept across his face once again and this time it looked even more hurtful than before. “My master may have died but his last orders for me were to take over the church and take care of the children.” He placed a clenched hand on his chest, a determined look on his face. “And so I will obey my master's order till the very end.”

 

“That must suck for you; fine then I'll forgive you for attempting to violate me,” Deimos grinned his happy grin but in a split second it shifted to that of a look for pure malice. “But touch me again and I'll make sure you see you master faster than you intended to.”

 

A sharp look flashed across Kamui's face before softening once again “It wont happen again” he assured as he stood up and swept the dust off his clothing. “You must be tired, I'll take my leave tonight” and with that he left the room.

 

 

“Damn incubus, how dare he” muttered Deimos bitterly as he nuzzled his face deeper into Dante's side.

 

Dante sighed but allowed the action but it was still awkward through. “What's all this about you being starving? I've been feeding you right haven't I?”

 

“Yer... You have” A lie.

 

“The priest said otherwise, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

 

Deimos groaned “Aw… Do I really have to?” he finally let go of Dante and sat crossed legged on the bed.

 

Dante on the other hand sat on the bed with a lot more grace. He looked sternly at Deimos. “Come on” he pressed.

 

“Fine” grumbled Deimos begrudgingly, he looked thoughtful for a moment. “Certain demons need to consume certain things to keep our powers and abilities. We can stay alive on human but it's our certain- Ack.” He ruffled his own hair in frustration. “Ah! I'll use that damn incubus as an example. The pervert can stay alive on human food but he needs sex to keep his inhuman strength and other abilities.

 

“I see” Dante thought for a moment, “What do you need?” he asked.

 

Deimos looked away nervously “Steak?” Another lie.

 

“Deimos…” Dante used his stern tone of voice. It was the one a father used on his son or the one a lover used when his lover was like… this.

 

“Human… or demon blood” he shot a fearful look at Dante.

 

“Blood?” shock. He had heard of this many times before but only in stories and other fictitious things.

 

“Ah” Deimos suddenly reached out and tugged on the hem of Dante's shirt. “I haven't had any, not since the bonding I swear” he had a pleading look in his eyes, eyes that feared rejection. Then it all clicked.

 

“Is that what Kamui meant? Why those chains worked on you?”

 

“Ah ha, usually they would never work on me but since it's been five years since I've eaten well.. I've gotten a little weak,”

 

The image of Deimos bound and helpless under the mercy of a predator flashed through his mind. It was a sight that clutched at his heart and was one that he never wished to see again. Not while he was alive.

 

“Idiot, I can't believe you would be as stupid as to strave yourself just for me.”

 

“But you hate it when I harm others.”

 

“You… You can take blood Deimos. Just try not to do it to any women or children all right? And when you do make sure you leave enough blood to keep them alive.”

 

Deimos looked at him with hopeful yet weary eyes, “Really?” he asked hesitantly.

 

“Really” said Dante wearily unsure if he was doing the right thing. Letting his demon feed off the life blood of others…

 

“Don't worry!” exclaimed Deimos with a smirk, he held up his pinky finger “I promise no human will die while I'm feeding on them.”

 

Dante gave a sigh at such childishness but held up his pinky finger as well. With the promise sealed Deimos snuggled under the blankets and mumbled a `good night' and soon began to drift off with a smile on his face. Looking a Deimos's sleeping form awhile longer Dante too was soon asleep. The gentle breathing of the two was harmonious as the night went on. They had so much to do tomorrow…

 

Authors Note: Hope this chapter is good... save for the spelling mistakes… =.=* anyways! Please review when or if possible. Thanks for reading,

 

Deminos