"You expect me to believe you can talk to ghost now?”
Fye walked through the door speaking over her shoulder, “No, our oracle does.”
He jumped up and grabbed her arm turning her to him, “You have an oracle?”
She stared at the hard glare in his eyes, the advent intensity burning through her as she spoke softly, “Yes, you’re hurting me.”
The look in his eyes did not leave and for a moment she was scared he would pounce her, showing his true demon colors. But after he took a deep breathe, his chest raising nearly high enough to brush against hers, he let her go. Rocking back on his heels he crossed his arms, staring long and hard at her. After a moment he waved his hand at her, telling her to go on. Rubbing her sore arm with her sore hand she kept a weary eye on him as they walked inside the abandoned building.
Dust and trash littered everything. The neighborhood kids and teenagers used the old home as a hang out with the random vandalizing along the walls and empty beer bottles and used condoms from the college students. The house smelled of neglect, decay and death. A perfect holding for a family of ghost, or a demon.
Shiraga regarded her closely, keeping his eyes on her as much as she did him while he silently thought. As she went about pulling items and her things from her pack she seemingly ignored him while watching out the corner of her eye. She began to set up her things in the middle of the broken down living room in the house. He stayed in foyer with his arms still crossed around his chest, watching her. Reaching an idea he walked into the room.
Before he could say anything he smelled a spirit entering the room, “YOU DARE BRING THIS DEMON HERE INTO MY HOME!?”
The voice boomed into the room as the spirit of a middle aged man appeared in the circle Fye had created. Looking up from her kneeling position she smiled kindly at the ghost, “He’s a demon who has agreed to help us.”
“HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW HE’S NOT THE ONE TORMENTING ME AND MY FAMILY?!”
Shiraga raised an arrogant eyebrow at the ghost as Fye got up and stood by his side. Tilting her head at the ghost she asked sweetly, “Well wouldn’t you recognize who that demon was?”
The spirit was silent as he thought over her words. After a moment he nodded, putting his arms behind him as if addressing his servants, “Very well. What you say is true, this is not that demon. But what purpose does he have to be here?”
Before she could think of an answer Shiraga spoke to the ghost, putting all his demand and authority into his voice, “I do as I please spirit. My business is mine alone to know and understand.”
The ghost seemed satisfied at that answer, nodding his head as Fye looked him over. Did Shiraga not reveal that their deal was more…physical for her sake? No. Fye knew he kept his words vague and secretive for his own agenda. Now she just needed to find out what and if she should be worried.
Putting her worries on the back burner for now she turned to the ghost and got to business, “You sent a message to our oracle. She heard your call and sent me to help. What can you tell me about this demon that’s been tormenting you?”
The bald head and pudgy stomach of the ghost mind her think of a pig and the way he was staring at her now mind her think of a fat mafia boss trying to think of to one up his rival.
“You’re a demon hunter. Is he your demon?”
Fye felt Shiraga’s body tremble with anger next to her. The raging heat coming off of him made her feel as if she was burning in a volcano. Taking a step away from him to put more space between them she tried to defuse the situation.
“No, no. I am in his debt for saving my life. He’s merely keeping an eye on me to insure his investment is paid back in full."
Which isn’t that far from the truth, I guess.
The ghost looked back and forth, confused once again, “You’re a demon hunter who’s letting some demon tag along with you?”
Shiraga was close to exploding, she could feel it from even here. She walked away further from the demon, to the other side of the circle to keep the ghost concentrated on her and her alone. Luckily the ghost followed her as she tried again to ask him questions.
“Who is the demon who’s coming here? Do you remember what he looks like?”
“Hmph,” the ghost shrugged his shoulders, “If I could remember that I wouldn’t need you would I?”
She waved her hands to keep his eyes on her, “Well what does he come here to do then? What does he do to you?”
“HE TORMENTS US!” He screamed directly into her face, pushing her a step back as his anger and frustration slammed into her like a freight train, “HE DRAINS US! USES US! PULLS US FROM OUR RESTING PLACE TO HERE! WERE YOU NOT TO FIX THIS?!”
Holding her hands to her face, the ghost became more and more rattled as he talked, throwing huge amounts of spiritual energy into the room causing the debris and trash to thrash about, flying slowly around the room then building up speed the more he talked. Shiraga was unfazed by the display but Fye felt her body weakening, feeling her skin chill as the energy was drained.
Yelling to be heard over the roar she said, “Yes I’m trying! I trying to help you I just need more information!”
“TRY HARDER! OR I’LL DRAIN YOU AS HE DOES ME!”
With that he vanished. The room suddenly stilled as he left with trash and debris holding for a second in mid air than slowly falling down to the ground once more. Fye sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted which is no wonder, seeing as the spell she had to use to invoke the ghost uses her own energy. Silently she kneeled down to clean up the remnants of the spell when she suddenly felt Shiraga rubbing shoulders with her.
She had all but forgotten he was still there and when she looked up she got lost in his glowing red eyes. Watching the energy twist and swirl in his eyes she felt her body warmed, her muscles loosing as she relax, feeling energized again. Blinking she looked down at her own body and stared at him again.
“Did you do that?”
He raised an eyebrow at her and ignored her question. Instead he asked, “Are all human spirit as irate as that one?”
Chuckling she gathered the last of her things and shoved them into her pack, “It’s not that he’s irate or anything. When we become ghost our soul loses some of our energy, such as the ones that control our emotions or memories. That’s why ghost who’re trapped here seem lost while those who’ve passed on are normal.”
Standing together he lightly stuffed his hands in his pocket. Even standing he looks arrogant. Feeling a smile tugging at her lips she shook her head lightly. Suddenly Shiraga shoved his face in front of hers, staring hard into her eyes. Shocked she could only stand frozen as he stared, feeling as if he was boring a hole into her soul itself. Her throat went dry but she couldn’t bring herself to try to swallow as his eyes kept its iron hold on her.
Suddenly he said, “I wish to add a condition to your debt as you’ve addressed it.”
Mind racing she could only say a tentative ‘what’ as she chastised herself for forgetting all her training with her body still not listening to her.
“Once this business with the demon is complete you are to grant me a favor.”
Finally swallowing her dry mouth she spoke, “A favor? What favor?”
“A favor of my choosing but you will grant it nonetheless.”
This is dangerous. She knew this; he could ask her of anything. A demon will get what he wants no matter the cause. Of course she got herself into this she suppose, shooting herself in the foot when she had acknowledged the debt she owed him. Ignoring the training in her, knowing full well the dangers she answered him. And felt her doom crash on her shoulders as she knew the demon in front of her would be the end of her. Once and for all.
“Ok.”
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