Meh why not

[Rowen]

A long time ago I stated I was thinking of writing a story based off of my first role play character. Well after much typing, procrastination, and a lot of Black & Mild pipe tobacco cigars here is roughly the first three pages.

The Life of Rowen Stipe
The fifth demon of this world

Authors note: This is a fictional story, any names and/or events are purely coincidental I’m poor OK? Don’t come after me you won’t get much.

As the sun rose over a Norse village blood gleamed in the rising light, a shadowy figure stood in the great hall that appeared human, but as it turned to face the exit and leave red glowing eyes removed all notions of humanity. Covered in the crimson blood over his pale scared ridden torso he walked, as the few remaining survivors cowered back from this thing, this monster that came to them in the night who seemed pleasant at first but changed soon as someone forced his hood off revealing fangs for teeth and pointed ears. A demon they had invited inside, this demon though did not want to kill them. He liked the Viking people, they were friendly if you caught them when they were drunk, and their food was good. But the moment they found out what he was, they attacked him, he only defended himself against attackers. Those who left him alone has lived that night, and as his blood and fresh scared body left them, he spoke to them in a unfamiliar tongue but in their minds they understood some how, he spoke “I was not going to be your enemy, if you wish to take revenge upon me, then do so when you become stronger. Killing of the weak is not something I enjoy, and I’ve grown to almost hat killing entirely.” he spoke looking towards the rising sun.
A grieving wife came up behind him sword in hand, he looked backed to her his eyes still just a red glow, “Do not swing that…” He spoke as he walked off holding his shredded abdomen to keep his organs in place. This demon was not Surt as they thought he was from his use of fire, Surt being said to engulf the world in flames after a battle of some sorts he didn’t know the details, he was called Eight a demon who had been banished from the demonic realm, the first to do so. He had belong to a small tribe of demons in that realm who were known as ‘The Numbered Ones’. Ones who had been the first demons to leave the demon realm to traverse to human world, they all came separately, but he was the fifth one to arrive to this land. Why he was called eight, is not well known to him. But to him it was his name, his kind were known through the lands so it was almost impossible for him to attempt to encamp with the humans or any other species for that matter, Orcs, Golems, and especially Elves seemed to hate him. So he was generally alone these days wandering about as his body healed him after skirmishes he generally would win or at the very least come out the only one alive.
He sighed some as he entered a forest where it was common to notice an elf or two hunting the local deer, he didn’t want trouble so he kept to the outside of the forest. He hadn’t known about a new elven tribe that as moved into the forest for a short time, and that’s when this demons life has begun to change but he wouldn’t know this yet. All he thought of was how he could get some rest with out being captured again, or someone attempting to kill him. He came upon a small lake and with a sigh of relief he sat down his naked body and leaned against a tree dipping his feet into the water to cool off his body. He closed his eyes and sighed as he drifted off to sleep. Laying there wounded, naked, and not moving it looked as if someone beat him to death and stole everything he had.
His body was slowly healing him. But it would be days before the wound in his abdomen would heal, his mind was in a daze as he rested, flashing back to that fateful night of when he became known as “The Discarded Number” .
It was a cool morning that day, the grass was cool between his feet and he thought he actually enjoyed it a bit. At that time he was still a loyal dog to the ruler of the demonic realm, killing anyone he was told to, or even doing it because he wanted to see what their blood looked like if he ripped them apart in certain ways, with their right arm missing against a wall, or with their bodies burning from the inside out in a violent explosive manner. He was a sadistic bastard back then enjoying the pain of others as if someone was telling a joke, but that day something snapped in him something he couldn’t explain even if he wanted to.
As he walked across the grass that day he looked to the sky towards a flying crow, his from at the time was a mid way point between a human look and that of a total demon, he was in a place that would eventually be called Norway today. And he was strolling along with several other numbers; One, Three, four, and Ten. All of them where males the other numbers were females. They all had something different about them as Numbers, looks, personality, tastes, all different in some form. You might think that One would be the leader, but it was actually Ten that lead The Numbers. His power seemed infinite and his battle tactics greater than the others. In fact Eight was thought to be a moron in some instances with it came to speaking. But as they walked with Ten in the lead and him, Eight, behind the pack looking at the sky admiring the crows, he wandered off from them too–
It was at that moment he felt something licking his foot in the water and it startled him awake from that dream, he jumped up clenching his abdomen still to see what it was and it turned out to be someone he didn’t want to see. Number Five, the one he went ahead of entering this world, she was an oddity like him but in different ways, the main one being she still enjoyed a good kill. He snarled at her baring his fangs, “What is it you want woman!” he growled at her as he held his abdomen, his language was still that of the ancient demonic tongue.
She smiled in her snake like manner as she slid into her Hydra looking form, the body of a snake with a torso of a human, “Whaatt… Can’t visssit an old friend?” she hissed back at him holding back a smile with her fingers, hers was an old form of Norwegian to help her adapt and get things she wanted from the Vikings that feared her.
Authors note: It should be noted at this point in time Eight, later to be re-named Rowen, knew very little in terms of language he never bothered because though demons could speak the humans they spoke too could understand it because the demonic language was more telepathic communication than verbal. While this does very from demon generation to demon generation, many of the ancient demons communicated in this manner.

[Rowen]

Eight bared his fang like teeth,”What is it you speak woman…” He growled lowly as he backed-up away from her, not trusting much of his old tribe from the day he became an outcast. She slithered closer to him,” Ahhh, you nevvver learned another langgguage did you.” She responded in their shared language, her skin was a tint of green and her face was rather attractive to some males, compared to Eight she could have been a princess. Her hair was a shining blond to keep the local Vikings thinking she was merely a lost woman in need of help. Thought to Eight who had seen a side of her many eventually see, he did not buy it and smacked her hand away his intestines nearly falling out. “You are a trickster, so what is it you want?” He spoke harshly as his red eyes glowed brightly in the shade of the tree. She huffed a little taking some what of an offence,”I wasss going to offfer you help with yourrr wounnnd.” she responded crossing her arms over her bust,” You’re jussst assss ssstupid assss ever.” she looked down at him as she stood up some on her snake tail. “What made you thisss way?” she spoke in a concerned tone as if he was a drug addict.
“That day… That day I can never forget… That day when the men were out having fun killing… something snapped in me.” he spoke looking down at the ground,”I started to hear not the screams that gave me pleasure , but screams of pain and suffering… I … I felt sorry for them … no one would come to their aid no matter how they begged… and … and it angered me…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “It angered me to see humans in pain … to see them beg for life they would soon not have…”he continued as his whole body began to emit dark wisps that rose in the air, “It wasn’t right…” he spoke looking up at her as his normally black eyes were shifting to a blood red. “It will never be right…” he spoke in a clam and deeper tone. His wound began to hiss as it sizzled and healed up leaving a scar as he walked towards her claws extending from his fingertips, “Now leave me alone, or I’ll do to you what I did to Ten that day…” he spoke as red marks slowly emerged from his body.
Five looked on dumbfounded as she slithered back,”C-calm down Eiiight, n-no neeed to g-get mad…” he spoke in fear of her life, she only heard rumors from One, Three, and Four that some strange three horned demon had appeared to be defending the humans, while Eight was considered to of ran off protecting a human child. But the main thing that worried them was that Ten, considered the most powerful amongst them was killed by this new demon. Now Five was standing there in awe as she learned there was no new demon, Eight had killed Ten. Eight, had killed Ten. Eight, had Killed Ten. That was all that was going through her mind. The tribe had known Eight had some potential, but seemed to be too stupid to use it and was more of a muscle than a leader.
Eight gave a devilish smile showing off his fang like teeth, “Leave or else…” He spoke and with out a word she slithered off. Once she was away Eight had crawled over to a bush and passed out from exhaustion in it as he feel into another deep sleep and his dream continued.




Welp that's all I got for now , and even then this was basically a copy pasta from a blog entry I made on my site

[Rowen]

Welp, I got some free time and thought I might as well continue, so here's the continuation. Please feel free to comment on the story, i know there are some grammatical errors as well as spelling in these. I'm trying ok?

His dream started again almost from where he left off, he stood at the edge of the forest looking up at the crows, at this time he's marking on the back of his neck was still crisp and untouched from battles. They had learned of how certain numbers looked when written out so they all had their “names” written into the back of their necks in black. His glistened from moisture that built up there as he looked towards the sky.


His mind admiring the way the crows swooped and swayed in the air flying about, when he first saw them they were on the ground, he thought they might have different colored blood than humans so he lunged to them to attack. Yet as he moved to them they flew off and he amazed at this and stopped to look at them.


As he stood there he heard a voice, he didn't look about thinking it was one of the guys come to get him, but as it spoke again it was more of the soft voice of a female. He looked about wondering where the voice was coming from. Then it spoke again, “Do you wish to see what they see demon?” it spoke like a soft gentle voice, he didn't react normally. This voice.. It was offering him something he thought he couldn't see, the opportunity to see what they saw. “Whom are you to offer me such sights...” he responded, “No one in particular, you just seemed lonely and wanted to fly with them.” she spoke her body not visible to even his eyes. “Just say yes and your dream will come true demon...” it spoke in almost an evil tone but Eight disregarded it, to be able to move through the sky... this was something he wished... “I accept.” he spoke grinning starting to wonder what killing he might do if he could dive at them from the sky. Oh how even Ten would be jealous of his power he thought. “Good...” it responded and then a bright light shone about Eights body and then suddenly vanished, he did not feel any different than before, he huffed. “Worthless...” he muttered then went alerted hearing painful screams he once loved to hear. “Damn them started with out me...” he hissed and ran off. Soon he arrived at the village grinning but as he was about to join in the fun he heard the cry of a child and he paused, he didn't know what he was feeling, why was he worried? Why did he care? He tried to shake it off but his feet moved on their own, and he took off towards the screams direction his mind racing with different thoughts.


He reached the child just as One was about to strike the little girl, Eight didn't know why but he didn't like this, why did such a young one have to die? Why did she who has not seen 12 summers lay cold and dead tomorrows eve? He snarled and his fingernails extended into claws and he lunged at One and shot his hand through his back and out of Ones chest, his claws dripping a black blood, this was demons blood? He thought in disgust. He then pulled his claws out and One instantly fell to the ground dead, he was weak it seemed though he acted high and mighty because of his number. Eight then looked to the girl with his demonic eyes.


Am I going to die here? Will I never find a lover? Will I never give birth? These were all thoughts this child had it seemed when she saw this sudden act of violence thinking this demon would kill her now so she cringed in fear and closed her eyes and huddled over wanting to leave this place. Suddenly she felt something warm, she peeked her eyes open and saw the demon who had slaughtered another in front of her holding her against his chest running away from the village, what was going on? She thought she was dead, but now... Is he saving me? No! He's a demon, he must have something planned for me.. Daddy... Help me... she thought as she cringed again, she didn't want to die. Then suddenly her body felt like something changed the movement of running seemed to slow down, she peeked her eyes and saw in amazement the forest below her she was flying through the air!? How? She looked at the demon that held her and saw two giant black wings from his back, they were not there before so why were they there now? Could he really be a dark angel to save me?


Eight didn't respond to her as he flew for the first time his eyes wide in amazement as he saw the world of the black crows he admired. He hopped this feeling would last but he realized he needed to set her down near a village. With his eyes he soon spot one and set her down not far from it and motioned for her to go as he then took off before the villagers could arrive. What was he doing now? Why did he save her? He wondered. But he realized she might be the only one saved if he didn't stop the others soon. So he rushed back not realizing his skin was transforming as he grew angrier and angrier they they were really just killing with out reason, he knew he had done this before but if he could stop them maybe...


Ten laughed manically as the village was inflames, “Can none of you humans put up a good fight!?” he howled then stopped feeling something he didn't like, fear, what was this? Surly there was nothing that could really do this to him. He was powerful maybe past even Lucifer, so what was this feeling?


A sound shot through the village as a body slammed into the ground and the flames around it dissipated, “Stop this now...” It spoke with wings out stretched that were blacker than the charcoal around them. Four and three were frozen,”What is this!? An Angelic!? How!” Ten shouted, Angelic beings to them were myths at the time as meetings between Demonics and Angelics were rare. But this being seemed different it was one of them, yet they didn't know how close they really were. “Killing innocents, it sickens me...” the being spoke as claws extended from it's finger tips approaching Ten,”You will have to die today it seems Ten.” The being spoke,”What!? Who are you to say I shall die!” Ten shouted in disgust, then suddenly the being was behind him, “Simple, I shall be your Saviour then.” It spoke in perfect Demonic tongue. “And end your sinful life...”--