Svet and his father, Kane, perform a seance for a woman named Mildred, whose child recently died. Svet believes she is a woman from a powerful family since Svet is too dangerous to be used in normal seances.
After the fee has been paid, Svet is given a doll to attract the spirit of the young boy. Svet is not too confident in his ability of using objects to summon spirits, but he tries.
Svet connects to the boy's memories first, falls into a deep trance, and visualizes all the spirits around him as if they were in pit. The doll begins to shake on his lap. In his trance, thousands of faces meet him and he can hear the boy, Thomas, call him. He dives amongst the bodies and succeeds in finding the Thomas's voice amongst an ocean of spirits.
Svet greets Thomas. They have a short exchange before Svet extends his hand, granting Thomas permission to enter his body. However, as soon as Svet has Thomas in his grip, a demon with magenta eyes takes Thomas's place.
Svet, realizing what is happening, snaps out of his trance to stop the demon from possessing him. Kane and Mildred watch in horror while Svet and the demon fight over his body. Eventually, the demon takes over and Svet loses consciousness. The demon, after successfully overpowering Svet, lays limp in his seat.
Kane steps forward and asks who is in the room with them. The demon gives their name and implores Kane for a one-on-one meeting. Kane denies the demon's request, saying he is busy with a seance. The demon is not pleased with Kane's response and the demon proceeds to do Kane's job for him. The demon reveals that Thomas was killed by a curse that was hidden in the doll. Mildred, stricken with grief, calls off the seance and instead asks Kane for assistence on finding her son's murderer.
That same night, Kane and the demon talk alone. Kane opens a bottle of whiskey while the demon makes himself comfortable in Kane's office.
Kane immediately cuts to the chase and asks the demon what he wants. Kane learns that the demon works for one of his "bosses". The demon explains how Svet does not have long left the way he is being used. And that their "boss" has an heir that would need Svet's help.
End.
Interlude
|| TW: Guns, Public Shooting ||
"Did your message get through to him?"
Two people sat outside a coffee shop with an umbrella shielding them from the sun, silently sipping at their coffee.
The one on the left had a fine-pressed, black suit and trench coat, and his hair was slicked back from his face. The skin under his eyes sagged with age, but something about the gleam in his eyes suggested he was far from "old". There was something ancient about the way he sat and moved.
In this body, he was called "Devan". Like his other peers, his real name could boil a human's tongue and erode their teeth.
Across from him, magenta eyes flashed slyly.
"Breri" had many forms and names as well, and the form she chose for this appointment with her employer was different from her last. She had many hints to differentiate her from all the others, but her sharp teeth, startling eyes, and her love for the color red stayed constant.
"It only took less than a day to reach a negotiation. We agreed the boy would cease all spiritual activities, and the boy will be in our care after he's been trained as a proper vessel," Breri said, settling over the metal chair. She adjusted her satin dress while she rolled her eyes, her long nails trailing along her lap. "Kane's wife was adamant that the child is kept at home until he's matured, so we're looking at four years. Five maximum. She insisted on 'preserving his childhood'. Not that the kid had much of that with the way he was living."
"And what do you think of the boy?"
Breri sighed, her shoulders sagging. Dipping her head, she recalled the way he screamed. He had a powerful set of lungs, but even with all that power, he couldn't resist her.
"Where do I begin? Young. Stupid," she chuckled. Then, her expression softened, remembering the morbid memories she sifted through to weaken the boy. "... But pure-hearted. Formidable. Qualities I wouldn't expect from a child who was treated like a tool."
Outside the cafe, the streets buzzed with voices and footsteps, college students horking down meals after a long lecture. The afternoon rays spilled over trees and the students laughed boisterously. Scenes like this didn't exist in Svet's little world. Hell, Breri didn't even think Svet knew what a cellphone was.
Not far from them, a hooded figure sat with their leg shaking. Their hands fidgeted, their eyes glowing amidst the shadows as they stared at the humans strolling by.
Devan finished the remainder of his coffee with an understanding nod. "He sounds perfect then."
Breri frowned and asked, "Then, you think he'll be able to convince her?"
"No," Devan said, rising from his seat. "I think the boy will only confirm his fears."
Across the street, the hooded figure rose from the bench and staggered onto their feet. Their hand reached for something in their pocket.
"But I'm hoping a new pair of eyes will set him straight," Devan continued, cocking his gun and aiming.
A loud, piercing shot reverberated across the town square. Blood sprayed. High-pitched screams of terror bounced off the buildings. And as college students rushed into shops for cover and shielded their peers, the hooded figure fell to the floor with a bullet in their head.
Breri watched with hooded eyes as Devan stepped out in the open and made his way to the body.
A new set of eyes, huh, Breri thought, dropping her gaze.
When she possessed Svet's body, she did notice something different. The way he saw the world, the way he hungered for it. Like a baby who had no fear of pain.
Devan slipped his gun into his coat and towered over the body. His eyes flashed red and as he pulled the hood off, he found a young teen with gold-colored eyes.
"Hello, my child," Devan said, flashing his fangs eerily. "Time to bring you home."
Svet has a problem. Ever since he was a kid, his mind had been plagued by voices and his body had been host to a variety of entities. Bloodthirsty serial killers, narcissistic mothers, undiscovered children, tortured victims: He'd lay awake at night re-living their lives as they took over his body. Unable to take back the reigns, desiring to scream without a mouth.
He had his run-ins with death because of this power. And he expected to live a miserable life ostracized by his family and peers for his affliction. But he didn't expect his first love to be the very demon his father cursed him with.
What sort of ending will come from loving a demon who sees you no more than a vessel?
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Cover and art by me! ^^ These will be short entries through Svet's perspective. Please note that this might have triggering topics and implied abuse (I will label chapters accordingly).
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