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I woke up on a strange bed, on a strange room, on a strange body.
Ok, no, it was my body, it just felt strange because I was thirsty and tired. I was on the softest bed I had ever lied on, and my back wasn't used to it. I had been chasing a demon all over the country.
I didn't knew who it was possesing, or what was his plan. All I knew was that he was targeting me personally. Herding me, taunting me, leaving dead things outside my window. There was a dead squid on the windosill right now. It stinked.
I was a bounty hunter, specializing in 3rd realm entities. I was working towards the licensing for Woy realm as well, but full time jobs mean that studying is a slow affair. I wish I had tried harder, though. 5 months away from the license and I'm going to die. Slowly, if the demon has broght me here instead of killing me on the spot. It means it will not consume my flesh, but my life-magic. It's risky and brings atention, but it will be nigh invincible when it finishes.
Not that I care. I will be dead, and there's no one in my life to worry about. I won't be missed or miss anyone. That's depressing.
Mom and dad sucked, prefering booze and drugs and orgies over their own children. Probably why my sister was a junkie who was in and out of prision. My coworkers weren't bad, but they weren't my friends, of which I had none to speak of. I had only had one serious partner once, but I prefered not to think about it. It was also depressing.
Him, I did miss. We had 3 beautiful years together, more happines that I ever thought possible or diserved, until he had gotten the letter.
His mother was sick. Deathbed sick.
He immediately wanted to go to her, but it was two whole countries away. I didn't knew the language back then, or the customs (I still don't know those, but I learned the language, to torture myself I think), but I do know they kill anyone who commits the smallest offense. The higher ones get torture first. They had no hunters there, apparently no creatures or magic either. They had days in which the entire earth shook and moved, and yearly floods. It sounds like a horrible place. He never spoke fondly of it, and she had no property or money or security for him to arrive to. I didn't knew how she lived.
I didn't understand why he wanted to go, why he prefered that women he hadn't seen in 10 years over me. He didn't understand why I wouldn't come with him, as I had nothing in my life besides him. We said some things to each other. He eventually left, slamming the door. I assumed he would return, but he never did. Left everything he owned in my house, my heart included.
I cried myself to sleep that week. Something died inside me, which suprised me because I thought there was nothing inside of me to die. Funnily enough, the same thing was happening right now. I thought my life was pointless, that someday some creature would kill me and I just.. didn't care. Until it was happening, and then I did very much care. I surprised myself because I wanted to live. I wanted to find him. I promised to myself I would go look if I survived the demon.
The demon I heard coming down the hall.
It wasn't ugly, though? It looked freshly bathed, hair combed and clothes well fitted. Usually they look disheveled, and smell strongly of unwashed human. That's how you can tell them appart on their human form.
You are awake. Good. Do you need something?
I heard his voice on my head. They are telepatic in this form, as they have no throat or lungs or organs on their body, (mouth, nostrils, ears, asshole and vaginas where applicable were blind holes, only there for the ilusion of humanity; if you cut it in half you'll just find skin and meat, like a human shaped sausage, they stay upright and are tough only because of magic).
But I must have been alucinating because I thought I heard him ask if I needed something.
-Wa..Wat- I couldn't speak. He got it for me anyways.
-Thanks.
You're welcome.
Ok, that was unnerving. He was not only speaking on my head again (creepy), but also being nice. Demons don't do that, they kill and consume until they themselves are killed or consumed, by other demons or their own actions. But this one wasn't doing either.
-Are you going to take my life-magic or kill me?
Neither. The love of my life is in mortal danger. I need your help.