Deamn Chapter Two

*Note. Here on out you will be seeing everything that is happening to Daemn from your own view.

"Devil's Tongue!" A long steel blade formed in his left hand as he stroked his right hand downward, his fingers hovering over a blade that was forming right before their eyes. His hands reached the end of the blade. He had a great evil smile on his face, teeth bared. The two children in the corner burying their face in the mothers dress as they weep in the corner for their dead father, nearly decapitated, on the ground. "Daddy! Daddy come back" They screamed.

"Daddy? You want Daddy?" Said the boy mockingly. The voice had a metallic and almost demonic ring to it. Each word seemed to be laced in malice.

"Daddy’s gone! My, you two are so young. How cruel would it be of me to let you live? Just the thought of it makes me shudder with glee! Except, there can be only one of you I let live. So you shall feel loneliness as well. Who shall I kill. The mother? The son? Or maybe the daughter? So hard to decide!" An evil laughter was let out. More like a repeating shriek.

He pointed his sharp blade at each of them then finally reached the mother. He grabbed the mother's throat lifted her in the air and threw her backwards into a wall, causing her to collapse. He turned to the kids and looked at them with a great smile and laughed with his mouth closed then allowed his voice to get louder until he was shrieking at the ceiling with his shoulders back.

He stopped and looked at the brother and sister and grinned. "Now which shall I thrust my sword into?" He pointed his blade at both of them, lazily, and then held it on the little girl. The brother jumped in front his sister with his arms held out as widely as possible with a defiant look.

"Oh, you’re a fighter! I like that! What a look. You hate me don't you? You hate me down to the core. Well you know what? Do something about it!"

He took the blade and swiped it sideways swiftly and killed the both of them. He turned and looked at the house he destroyed. The furniture was torn up and broken. The walls were stained red with blood the liquid dripped onto the floor in liquid red puddles on the ground. He looked out the wide window and looked at the low moon."Not nearly enough blood this round. I'll be back in control soon and kill ten times as much! You hear that weakling! For now I'm giving you the reins. Have fun."