The Hidden Intentions of the most Malevolent Being

[Masquerade]

And I swear this to you; I am not possessed. Every action I will tell, every word you are about to read is the truth, one-hundred percent truthful. You'll question many actions that you will read, and various things that are unthinkable to mankind, yet I need you to believe. Believe in what I am about to say, and free me from this accursed enslavement. Free me from this hell I am burdened with. This string of events began in one place, the one place where everything seems to begin, your very own mind...

My eyes opened slowly as I gazed at the setting I was placed into. Where was I? That was for all knowledge but my own. It eluded me on how I got to this place, and all events that had followed were almost as if never existant. My pale skin then reacted, as two things struck me at once, heat and frost. Looking up, I seemed to be in a sanctuary of some sort. Perhaps one long forgotten, yet it seemed there was another man here, one with eyes has red as blood itself.

My gaze continued to stray all around my new found area, yet I constantly held a short glare at the man sitting by the fire, but I did not know why. I then, tried moving, and almost fell unconcious from the extreme pain that my body just exerted. I opened my mouth slowly, perhaps to speak, yet it felt as if a knot was choking me on the inside, and I shut it quickly. There were many things on my mind at this moment, and with a coursing pain throughout my body, it wasn't easy to gain Answers.

I continued to stare at my surroundings, and then another man approached, and he was a bright being. It....disturbed me. His clothes were white, and filled with holy symbols, and to match, his hair was blonde, along with a staff, which completely white. His entire being, his look, it all angered me so, to an extent where I shut my eyes for a moment. Why was I so disturbed by this man's presence? Was it Fear? Hatred? I could not tell...

"So he has awoken? Bringing him here was wise, yet don't you think that he's strangely calm and quiet? Something is wrong here, very wrong. He wakes at the beginning of the war when he was supposively trapped in eternal slumber from Thaniel. It seems that his power is that of what we feared, yet why is he in this realm? Even though we have hunters for lesser creatures that lurk in the Europe area, why would a demonic presence of such enormous power come here? America should be his last target..." The holy man spoke, and then silenced as the second man begun.

"It seems that he has been unapproached as of yet, and that everything he might have obtained is still sealed deep within him. Anyway, this phenomenon is one to great for this world. Perhaps we should destroy him now, before we are in
danger. He can't be too tough while he's still weak. He's been bleeding for weeks now. Black and Red blood pouring out of him, as well as a temperture too low for human standards. What kind of person has a temperature that jumps between 63 degrees and 135 degrees. It's absurd."

The man enveloped within a black coat twirled his gun, and immediatly, hatred flowed throughout my body. If I could move, he'd be dead, yet why are thoughts such as this through my mind? Murder? Am I insane? No, I am sane, yet I feel broken, not complete. There was something wrong with my current placement, and then, I could not understand what was with these people. They seemed simple minded, yet very intelligent on the certain subject they were discussing on, and whatever it was, it was ticking me off.

Slowly, while the two continued their chatter, I raised my hand to my head, now having feeling back, and I felt blood mixed all between my hair. Two huge blood splotches on my head. On my chest, skin was completely removed, and I saw inside my body, organs moving, organs humans did not have. Feeling my back, blood was flowing from the middle of my back, all the way down to the bottom of my foot. I was completely disgusted, yet fascinated that my body remained unharmed even with all these critical wounds.

"Now, what inflicted these wounds upon him? It couldn't have been a normal demon, it had to be something great. With resistance flowing through him, I couldn't imagine it being something like a normal wych. It seems as if he was wounded from something that does not even appear in our world. And his skin.... you ripped off the mark completely, correct? With that alone gone, he shouldn't be a huge threat. Anyway...for the war, we must keep him away. Ever since the hunters declared war on the demonic beings all around London, fights have outbroke, and many innocents have died." The priest frowned, and looked directly at me, almost as if fear struck through him.

"The wounds you see scattered through him body were found, and haven't stopped bleeding at all for the past 3 months. His blood supply seems limitless, and even with the mark completely ripped off, it seems as if his body is still in top condition, even with blood soaking his being. I'm guessing, we should try to identify his identity, since his presence is omnious to us at the present moment. His name is our only link... Damien Reeves... It leads to no link, and no human has ever existed with the name."

The man with the coat continued to twirl his gun, and it was at last I stood, my eyes piercing red, and staring at them. The priest noticed my movements earlier, and the man seemed to just be stupid. My physical form was very weak though. Blood flowed as I stood, and I instantly fell to my knees. Death? No, death was a funny thing. It occured when you didn't expect it. Smirking, I stared at them, as the blood flowed down my head, and finally spoke.

"Pe.....reo.... Let.....alis.... Can vos stultus res to order mihi? Quisnam Quis sum Ego?

I stopped. What...was I speaking in? My mouth felt strange, as if talking in a language that even I did not understand. I clearly said "Who am I?" yet... it was as if I was completely and utterly possessed to say that. Sighing, I stared at both of the men, who stared back in either hatred or excitement. I couldn't tell, my eyes were still weary, and my sight was nearly diminshed. There talking then took up again, and I listened quietly.

"He spoke in a completely different language! What was that, a dead language? I couldn't understand him at all. It seems as if he is either far more advanced, or stuck backwards in time. Perhaps I won't need to kill him, perhaps he can make world progression gp quicker, and technology increase in greater amounts. The more intelligent we are, the more successful in life." The man stopped twirling his gun as he stared in astonishment.

"Latin. He spoke in latin, yet I can't seem to translate it. I have nothing, no books to translate anything he might have said. Even if it wasn't important, it could give us a lead." The priest spoke and glanced in my direction. "We'll take him to my lab, make sure he doesn't get caught up with any demonic activity."

"Is pitiful vir servo mihi? Quod quare insisto vos? Vestri intelligence est penuria. Ego sum a res recedentia excellens.

Once again I spoke in that strange tounge, and the priest wrote what he heard, while the man in the black coat picked me up, and pain, once again, coursed through my body. I coughed for a second, and blood poured out of my mouth as it there was a river deep down in my throat. Sighing, I decided to let these men bring me wherever, since I was curious on what was coming out of my mouth as well. Too many questions lay unanswered presently, and I want more knowledge.

Yes yes, it is coming clearly now on what happened. This is all the beginning, yet what do you see me as now? What are your thoughts? Am I a demon, or a human being passed off the wrong way? Am I the savior, or one to lead to a new Apocolaypse. In due time, you will find the answers you seek, yet this is only the beginning, and I hope you continue, knowing I am sane.

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[sora_luver]

wow sounds cool keep writing...can't wait for the first chapter