In the books I had read over the years, it seems as though converting to the dark-side is a gradual and seemingly painless act. However, for me, it was quite the opposite. The conversion was swift, quick. Though, not quick enough where I wasn't aware of the pain that coursed through my very veins.
I cried out softly, knowing there was no point in screaming. I also had my pride, and it didn't want to give Satan the satisfaction of hurting me so. I fell to my knees as the pain washed over my whole being, into my soul and locked onto it.
Satan had simply placed his hand on my head and using a heated branding iron, cast his mark onto my neck, permanently branding me as his. That was the focal point of the pain. It was slowly sucking out my humanity, my mortality, everything that kept me human, that kept me good. My inhibitions were gone, and as I stood up, I realized I no longer held any such emotions as fear and sadness.
I was either happy or angry. It seemed those were the only two emotions I was capable of feeling. Though, what would have made me happy before no longer did that for me. Thinking of my family and Shunsuke only angered me; my thinking turning irrational. Why hadn't they come after me? Why couldn't they have loved me more? What had Shunsuke left me, abandoned me, betrayed me?
The thought of wringing their necks made me smile. As sadistic as it sounds, I felt as though it was what they deserved for what they had done to me. Sure, they were family, but family wouldn't just leave me alone and not comfort me as they had.
Satan smiled, chuckling at me. I glared at him through narrowed eyes. He held up his hands as though in surrender. "It's always funny when the Good are converted for the first time. The power they feel is beyond anything they imagine, and as they realize they've changed, it shows, and it amuses me." He smirked down at me. Any other being would have shuttered.
He pulled me a small table where there was a mirror sitting. Grabbing it, he held it up for me to see my reflection. "See what power has done to you. You should be thanking me."
Peering into the glass, I saw that my hair was darker than normal, more silky even. My skin was pale white and my eyes dark with no pupils. Smiling at the reflection, I noticed my teeth were all pointed and jagged. I was itching to get out and show off my new found power by tearing something apart. Something small, like one of the demons or an animal. It mattered not to me, not anymore.
Satan chuckled, clearly reading my expression. He called out the name of one of the demons. The demon came into the room, and as he approached the two of us, I reached out with my clawed hands and pierced his throat, tearing out his trachea.
Spurting blood out of his mouth, the demon fell in front of me. I looked at the blood that stained my hands. I closed my eyes, finding pleasure in the feel of it.
Smiling as though a proud parent, Satan moved to the window. "You are more powerful and willing to be on the dark-side than I would have thought. You do we well."
"And what is it exactly that I'll be doing?" I asked him, unsure of how I felt doing his bidding. I didn't much like the idea of working for anyone.
"Your first assignment? Kill the next person that walks through those doors," he smiled. "And I believe it'll be a good friend of yours. Shunsuke."
My lips curled up in a sadistic grin. I could handle that.
I turned and looked at the dead demon body before me. I could certainly kill Shunsuke the same way. A part of me, in the very back of my mind, told me I couldn't do it. But, the evil inside of me won, silencing the small voice. Shunsuke left me. He deserved to pay for what he had done to me.
It was then that the doors opened. I smelled him right away, knowing exactly who it was before he even spoke. "Kayden," he choked out.
Satan began clapping from his perch near the window. I could sense Shunsuke's surprise. "It seemes you made it,just in time" Satan said with a smirk.
"What are you talking about? What did you do to her?!" Shunsuke shouted. He was talking as though he knew me. What did he really know? Not enough if he thought he could just betray me and think I was going to let him get away with it.
Why was he here, though? the small voice in the back of my head spoke out. He wouldn't be here if he didn't care. No, it was too late. He couldn't just keep changing his mind on how he felt about me. I couldn't just accommodate him and his whims.
"She is a new leaf now" Stan said walking over to me, turning me around to face the very man that was torturing my very soul, keeping me in turmoil, bring confusion to a mind that should be already made up.
Shunsuke stared at me, taking in my new appearance. I could sense as well as see the fear, worry, and pain that coursed through him. I smiled cruelly. Holding up my bloodied hand, I said, "Prepare to die, Shunsuke. You will pay for abandoning me!"
Satan nodded his head when I looked at him expectantly. "I'll leave you two to it. You see, to have a lot to catch up on." He turned and went to the sofa in the corner of the room furthest from the two of us. He clearly didn't want to leave me alone with Shunsuke in case Shunsuke won.
It didn't matter to me if I had an audience. I was fine killing Shunsuke with others watching. It actually kept me motivated to do a good job with a clean kill. Smirking at Shunsuke I waited for him to make the first move. He was near death anyway. What did it matter who moved first?
