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 I lay there a while with my chin on my arms, folded in front of me on the table. The music that pounded in my pointed ears was a pleasant relief from the silence in my bedroom at Post Mortem. The club itself was dark and flashing lights made it hard to see clearly, and I had it even worse because of my near blindness.
Throughout the flashing lights I sometimes caught flashes of shimmering eyes and unnaturally pale skin, solidified spirits, and occasionally own of my own mingled and sparse among the humans there.
Oh forgive me; you must wonder what I am, if not who I am, especially if you have not read from me before. I apologize for my lack of manners, but I’ve never truly possessed such human qualities.
My name is Angorez Dremora and I am a demon. Full blooded, evil and unnatural to my very black core...
If I said that I would be an outright liar.
At least that was what you all expected when I said I was a demon, wasn’t it? A fierce blood-lusting fiend of the night, a horribly deformed creature lurking in the shadows of your darkest fears, or uncannily beautiful, full of deceit and walking on the dead of night, a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Well, I’ve never matched such human guidelines... and rarely do demons match such crude depictures, besides a few vampires. Though, I’ve known my share of brutes and pretties in disguise (vampires). To say in the least I’m as evil as a newborn puppy and just as fierce. Alright, excuse my exaggerations, but it simply adds on to me, no?
I’m ordinary for a thing of my age; long brown locks that look as any woman’s hair does, full with shine and strands falling in my face at odd times, pale skin flawed here and there by time and battle. The slightest scar on my lip, a piece of my ear missing at the cartilage, they are all very human flaws.
I’m thin in the way the style nowadays is, my ribs barely grazing the surface of my skin, the bones covered with sinew, hardly noticeable but flattering. My legs are long and they add to my height more than anything else, if I was completely male I’d probably be even shorter than my current 5”10 or so. I’ll get to that part later.
Others find my lips alluring; I simply find them large and an eyesore to behold in the mirror every day. Pale and beige colored they make me look like some sort of child’s ideal doll. I hate them, to be completely honest. And as do I hate my long and thin nose, rounded femininely, but this is a more practical quality of my kind, it blesses us with an excellent sense of taste and smell.
To avoid predators and scavenge for food like our earliest beginnings as animals.
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Anywho, I’m sure you get the picture of me; thin, brunette, and effeminate, am I right? Good. But the things that I truly find bothersome are my more demonic qualities.
Extremely red-reflective, black, bloodshot eyes (did you know some poodles have this quality?), my overly androgynous body, my sharp large teeth meant for tearing meat (Not vampire teeth! Those are for quick clean penetration, and sucking blood. Pet-peeves aside, please continue!) and my elongated tongue; used for many different reasons... I can actually open a door with my tongue.
There’s a fun fact to tuck away for later observation, if you get nothing else from this I pray you remember this next time you decide to touch a doorknob and there’s spit on it.
I think I’m having too much fun here. Moving on, like I said before I’m not completely male, audible gasps everyone, but I’m not really female either. Not like the strange human hermaphrodites you see, with breasts and both gentalia. I’m perfectly flat chested, thank you. But I don’t wish to speak on this further; you’ll figure it out later on.
I’ll be as honest as I can, Angorez isn’t my true name. Obviously if, you see the author labeled as Anonymous Demon, would get the hint that I will remain an anonymous demon? Of course you would, love. Here’s a cookie.
If you ever have read lore and come about a ridiculous myth on how demons and angels can’t give away their true names, or else the being who knows shall have absolute control over their spiritual essence... well hold on to something bud, it’s true.
If you know my name, then I belong to you completely, and must do whatever you desire... to me the whole deal sounds too kinky and cliché. None of those I like either. Sounds like whips and chains in an old smutty novel from the 80’s. Not my thing. So please, don’t try to find this out, because then I’d have to kill you or something. I really hate killing things.
There was once a time a vampire from way back in the feudal era of Japan who knew my name. Good grief. How he knew I have no idea. I actually had to do as he pleased for about two decades, give or take. I hated it. There is where he gave me the fake name of Jigoku Hakurei. As much as I hated him I was quite smitten with that name... until I found out the meaning; Hell. He made me give him blood all the damn time, find and bring new and even more exotic victims every night, guard his shrine by day as he slumbered inside safe and warm, forced me to ‘entertain’ his mortal friends and he named me Hell?
My existence was hell, sure, but me? Never...
I found out the meaning one night ‘entertaining’ some village headmen or other. He had a pale face with high cheekbones and eyebrows, and those evil looking slant eyes that I came to resent, as they were on me every night. He had a scar from his mouth to his jaw and his eyes were black and cold.
He was cruel and uncaring, and, demon or not, I was always left in pain. The vampire would sit on one of the cushion mats nearby, watch, and do nothing to ease my sufferings.
He was always there to watch and enjoy as I cried for him to stop it. What else could I do? I was bound, and he could have killed me right there if he had wanted, if I bored him.
I remember this human’s face merely because after a week of using my body, the vampire let me kill him; and I stuck his head on a pike after it was done. His name might have even been Hoshi or something weird like that.
I was attacked once while the horrid vampire was away, by another, equally terrifying creature, of which I still don’t know the species, who proceeded to torture me as well as use me. (One quick thing, I hate the word “rape” so I compromise. Deal with it.)
When the vampire returned he beat me senseless and locked me away in his shrine, end of story.
On that note, that is why I hate vampires... terribly cruel beings that they are. And I hate it when humans get me and those terrible creatures confused. Those creatures who use mind games to lure you and confuse you, who sticks out worse than a straight man at a figure skating competition (this is true, no?), who pretends to be charming and caring, and who are deceitful and hateful...
Well, this has gone on long enough and I tire of it, so back to the actual storyline. Those of you who have just had a glimpse you should try to catch up somehow with these events...
Just a random look into a narration by Angorez. Rather colorful, no?</div>
 Angorez Daemora · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 08:38pm · 0 Comments |
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