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Chapter 1

An army was walking from their hometown in Britain. Their silver coloured armor glistened against the dark sunset. Wars had been happening over and over within their small little country. The French were infiltrating their land, Small armies would come by boat to the least inhabited part of Britain's shore under the cover of twilight, and while the English were off their guard, massacre entire villages. London, however, had prepared itself. This was only the first of the small armies meant to patrol around the town and distract the French before they came to London, so that the rest of the armada had time to prepare for a long, tiring, war. The leader of this army, a shallow skinned, black haired tactician, was the one suggested their strategy. He had hoped that he would be the one to test it out.

"Halt!" The leader yelled to his crew. Every one stopped. The horses they rode took this advantage to graze some grass while they waited. Muttering rippled through the army. "Be quiet or to the guillotine with you all!" he yelled, the muttering stopped, as if shot with an arrow. He closed his eyes, in strain to hear something. "Do you hear that?" he asked the soldiers closest to him. The infantry shook their heads. "I hear a flute." He looked behind him, towards the mysterious sound. "There!" he yelled pointing at the apparent darkness of the trees behind him. The infantry following him turned their heads to look at what he pointed at.

"We see nothing sir" one of his brave men responded. "And we don't hear the flute you say you hear." The tactician was puzzled. The flute was barely audible, but he knew it was there.

"Every one, go that way!" he ordered. The muttering began again. But some pulled their horses from the grass they were grazing, in preparation to go in the generals proposed direction.

"But sir!" the soldier closest to him whispered, riding up to him. "That's back towards London! Do you want to tell the king that you came home and potentially put the town in danger because of a flute only you can hear?" The leader stopped. The soldier was right; there was no sense in doing that. He was thinking irrationally. He stopped. The tactician usually thought out any movement he did. He thanked the soldier, and was about to order his crew to continue on their path. The flute became louder. The muttering stopped dead as the sound came towards them. They all stared at the spot the general pointed at earlier. If the French army went by, they wouldn't have noticed, Because the one who played the flute came into view.

The tactician laughed a hearty laugh. The person playing the flute was a boy about the age of 13. The leader analyzed his messy black hair, black pants, ripped off at the knee, and gold bands around his arms near his shoulder and his Forearm. There seemed nothing threatening about him. The general rode up to the boy.

"What are you doing here boy? If you want to join the army you'll need to go through training like everybody else." He laughed at his own joke. The boy didn't respond, but simply kept playing his flute. The general glared at the pale skinned boy. The general was getting angry. "State your business here boy!" he almost yelled. The boy kept ignoring him, continuing with his slow tune. The general pulled out his sword and pointed it at the boy, its tip touching his nose. The boy opened his eyes and looked up. His eyes looked up at him. The general almost gasped. The boy's eyes were the color of amethyst and the pupil was as black as the darkest dungeon. He lowered his sword to the boy's shirtless chest. The boy kept playing. His army gasped in unison. The tactician looked up beyond the boy's form, to three large griffins that had crawled behind him. He froze; fear took him like it never had before.

They were strangely beautiful creatures. Two had gray feathers, one darker than the other, which flowed down into the darker fur of their lion half. The third, Bigger and obviously in charge, Had beautiful bronze feathers that smoothed out into the gold of a lions Natural fur. It almost glowed in the dark night.

No one analyzed their brilliance or beauty. The army had begun to scatter. Some jumping off their horses, some forcing a gallop from them. The others were mimicking their leader. Stopping dead in their tracks. The boy stopped playing his flute and put it in the belt of his pants. He raised his hand, then dropped it. The griffins surrounded the scattering men instantly. Trapping them within the clearing. They were dead.

The boy walked over to one griffin and spoke something inaudible to the army. The flesh at the end of his beak curved up in an unmistakable smile. The army screamed as the griffins attacked. Blood fell everywhere as the griffins devoured their prey. Random body parts from the horses and people scattered every where. It was a massacre. The boy stood beside the general who watched in horror as his army was slaughtered.

"Beautiful isn't it?" the boy said in a low raspy voice. His British accent clearly sounded. The general swung his sword at the boy stopping before his neck.

"Stop your demons!" he yelled. Panic in his eyes. But when he looked at the boy he almost dropped his sword. The person he threatened at sword point was no longer a boy of 13 but a man at least 17 years of age, however it was most definitely the same person.

"You're really starting to annoy me." The demon boy said, and he grabbed the sword at his neck. He squeezed his hand; crimson blood flowed onto the sword dripping onto the ground. A moment later the general almost screamed in terror. The blood fused into the sword changing it from its brilliant silver appearance to a black, as if infected by a virus. "It's okay to scream." The boy reassured him as he let go of the blade. He took his invitation. The General screamed louder than any woman could ever have. Dropping his sword. It landed on the ground and shattered like glass. At that second the general leaped off his horse and ran as fast as he could away from the demon boy. He couldn't see where he was going, blinded both by tears of fear, and the darkness the night brought. He didn't see when he hit the wall of fluff. He opened his eye's, wiping the tears from them, And almost screamed again. He had hit the belly of the larger griffin, and was now underneath It. it's golden stomach obviously full from the earlier slaughter.

The general turned and kneeled. The sight was horrid. Not a sign of his army remained. The ground was smeared in blood and there wasn't a single body part left. He slumped down. Despair took him like a vice. He knew what would come next. The boy walked towards him. The general waited as the slow monotonous walk brought this devil closer to him. It was painful; he was confused and angered. Why didn't the boy just tell his griffins to kill him? Was he enjoying the pain that was brought upon him? He noted how the boy walked ever so slowly to him. The general couldn't take it. He groped at his belt, guarded from the eyes of the golden monster by its own chest and belly. He found a long knife on his belt, spun, and stabbed it into the griffin's stomach. The griffin roared in pain, and threw his talons on the mans back, pinning him to the ground. Its beak was a mere foot away from his head as he opened it threateningly.

"Kill me!" He begged. The griffin regarded his request; the general's head was turned sideways so he could just barely make out what the griffin was doing. It raised its head, never taking his gaze from the man. The griffin was about to dive down on his new meal when the boy stepped between them. There was no smile on his face as when he was watching the slaughter. There was no happiness as he stood between the griffin and its next meal.

"You will wait Rath" he ordered, not even looking up at the griffin. It backed away, grumbling to itself in a language that the general couldn't understand. Not that he cared that much. He turned to lie on his back, facing the boy that was protecting him from his gruesome fate. The boy turned to look down on him. Kneeling the boy came close to his face, his breath smelled of roses and mint. It was an intoxicating aroma. The general wanted to spit at him, but the smell of his breath kept telling him that nothing was wrong, that in no way was this demon responsible for any evil.

"Who are you?" He tried to sound as vile as he said it. It must not have worked because the boy answered blissfully.

"I am Dark. One of the six gods of life. God of the demons, the shadows, and of souls." Dark replied. "But enough about me" Dark said stroking the generals cheek in a gay manner. "What is your name?" the general didn't want to say his name, hundreds of insults, curses, and fear stricken actions threatened to burst trough his body. But just the presence of he dark god kept them all back. Then one thought popped the bubble.

"Get away Satan." He managed to spit out. He tried to move his arm, to push away this spawn that just openly told him he was the god of the dead. But he couldn't. He just simply looked up into Dark's face, which was now glaring at him, as if insulted.

"I am not your god of the dead." Dark said, fighting himself not to kill the man now. His eyes were fixed on the generals.

"Satan is not A god!" the general yelled, fighting against the invisible bonds that paralyzed his body. "He is a fallen angel, the pure incarnation of evil itself!" Dark stood up, his personality changed from seductive to icy and cold.

"Change of plans" he told the griffin trio. "Kona, come over here." He ordered. The darker gray griffin moved majestically from its corner towards the general. "If we cannot trick him, we'll posses him instead, it makes no difference to me." He said. "You know what to do." He paused dramatically. "Posses him." The beast named Kona was about a foot from the general. It stared at him. Analyzing with her cold dark-green eyes.

"But he's male" she said, her voice obviously female. "I can't posses a male." She asked, bracing herself. She only spoke in English for the general's purpose only. Dark just sighed.

"Torment? Come over here." He said as the lighter gray griffin dove forward. He was definitely smaller and lighter than Kona but his wingspan was longer by at least five feet each way.

"Yes master Dark?" the griffin bowed with overexcited enthusiasm. His eyes, a golden yellow filled with wild newborn wonder, watched the dark god intently. "What can I do for you master Dark?" He asked rising from his bow.

"First" Dark said listing off the things he needed torment to do in his head. "You can drop the formality of 'master'" he emphasized master with air quotes. "Then I need you, to posses this human." He pointed at the man on the ground.

"You mean I get him!?" Torment asked like a child being told he was going to be a king. Dark simply nodded with a slight look of annoyance on his face.

Torment was way to excited for his own good. He crawled down putting the tip of his beak on the general's nose. "I'm going to posses you now." He whispered, unable to hold his excitement. The general froze. He tried to scream. But no sound came out, his mouth left wide open. The griffin pushed his beak into his mouth. A red aura glowed from torments monstrous body, as he pushed his head further into the general's body, devouring bits of him on the way.

A few minutes of gruesome sounds was nothing compared to watching Torments huge body slip into the skin of this tiny human.

It was a few moments before the general's body began to move again. He stood up his eyes closed, but then opened. His eyes had turned the exited yellow of Torment's, Because the demon was in control now.

"Excellent." Dark commented. Walking over to torments new body.

"<It's a little clumsy.>" Torment admitted, speaking the language of the demons. "<But his memories are amazing! I never knew that human's fought so much!>"

"Torment, I want you, all of you." Dark motioned to the other two griffins to listen as well. "To speak English, especially when you're in human skin." Kona and Rath nodded accepting the fact.

"Awww... I thought it was only in the presence of humans, we were forced to speak this disgusting language." Torment whined.

"Torment!" Kona scolded. "Don't you dare talk back to Dark!" She began to move forward to scold him more, but stopped when Rath stepped in front of her.

"No Kona." Rath said. "He's just a pup." He walked over to torment. "Torment, do you know why Dark wants you to speak in English all the time?" Rath asked, stopping beside torment. Torment shook his head. "It's in case a Human sneaks in and spies on us while were supposedly alone. We can't kill humans randomly, that would cause the people who were near him or her to worry, and it could compromise our plan."

"But what does that have to do with speaking our language?" Torment asked, still confused. "If we're speaking our language the human's can't understand us enough to compromise our plan that way." Rath nodded his head.

"That's true, but our language sounds immensely different than the Human's languages, so they'll probably jump to the conclusion we're demons." Torment nodded his head in understanding.

"Now that that's understood, we should be heading to London while it's still dark." Dark cut in, heading for the town. "Oh." Dark stopped. A thought popped into his head. "Kona, since you simply deny being in a male body, I want you to find a sexy human woman body and posses it, then bring it to the castle." He instructed.

"Yes my lord." Kona bowed and fled the clearing. Torment and Rath followed Dark as he grumbled something to himself.

The trip through the forest was silent. Neither Torment nor Rath tried to start any conversation. Always listening for their god to give them some obscure instructions. But he never gave any, so they walked silently the forest.

"Rath?" Torment asked breaking the silence. Rath looked at him. "Was it wrong to question Dark's order?" His childish guilt contrasting his older voice.

"No" Dark replied before Rath had the chance. "If you question my instructions, it means your smart. I could have missed something that could ruin my plan." Dark continued.

"Then why did Kona say it was bad?" Rath asked bewildered.

"Because, Torment." Rath answered. "Kona was raised to obey. When she didn't her father would beat her." Rath paused, as if considering if he should continue. He didn't.

"Poor Kona." Torment said after a pause. My mother and father where mean when they were teaching me to fight and defend myself, but they didn't abuse me."

"You'd be surprised how many demons abuse their offspring, it's almost as bad as the humans." Rath replied, looking sad. Torment went silent. After a few moments Torment spoke up.

"Were you?" Rath drooped his head.

"Quiet you two." Dark interrupted in a harsh whisper. His hand up signaling them to stop. "We're here." Rath crawled up beside Dark, followed closely by Torment. In front of them a hill grew from the earth, covered in little thatch-roofed cottages, and little pieces of farm. At the top of this hill a huge castle stuck up in view of the entire town. London. A river flowed in the middle of the huge culture. Steeples were a common sight here, at least five or six could be seen at the edge. "Churches" Dark grumbled as he shook his head. "The humans decided to make their own horrible religion. But what can we do?" Dark simply walked forward. "Rath I want you to fly up to the castle. When you get there, hide until I call you."

"Yes I understand." Rath said flying off. Torment walked to Dark's side.

"Come on Torment, we won't arouse suspicion in the town like Rath." Dark said as he kept walking into the boundaries of the town. They walked through the streets made of old cobblestone. Torment often tripped on the uneven path. They were only half way through the city when the sun began to rise.

"Damn it" Dark cursed. "We need to get to the castle faster, before everyone wakes up!" He yelled Dashing down the cobble road. Torment followed, tripping twice as often, but getting up faster each time. Soon the sun had risen over the horizon, casting an orange-yellow glow upon the town, waking up every rooster as it did. Both Dark and Torment had to cover their ears, thanks to their overpowered hearing. When they broke through the sound they were half way up the mountainous hill. The shadow of the castle covered them. Dark was rubbing his ears. Torment was still clutching his as he kneeled on the ground whining. Dark moved over and placed a hand on torments back. Dark waited a bit as Torment uncovered his ears.

"That hurt." Torment whined as he struggled back to his feet.

"That's okay Torment." Dark reassured him, helping up the young demon. "My ears are just as sensitive as yours are."

"But wouldn't they be dulled through the human skin I'm wearing?" Torment asked, as he stood a little shaky.

"No your senses aren't dulled by the fact your in human skin. Your powers are though, until you break the skin that is." They headed for the castle, Dark's plan falling into action.

They came across the gate of the castle. Two guards stood by.

"Halt! who goes there?" One of the guards yelled as they tried to walk by.

"It is me. Lord John of the English Guard." Torment Said in a loud practiced voice that Dark had explained him to use. "I bring a prisoner of the French, a scout." He explained. Dark was behind him tied at his wrist with ropes of cloth torn from 'Johns' shirt. The guards stammered, recognizing the title of the body Torment was possessing. They moved out of the way, drooping their heads as if waiting to be punished. Dark and Torment walked through the gate without another word.

"Good work Torment" Dark congratulated as soon as they were out of earshot.

"You really think so?" Torment asked. Dark nodded his head. They past a few more guards as they walked towards the huge doors that led to the castle hall. The doors where guarded by two of the royal guards who's soul purpose was to protect the king.

"I wish to be announced to the great King Antony." Torment demanded to the meat puppets. They bowed and slipped into the great oak doors of the castle. "This memory thing is really useful Dark." Torment commented in a hushed tone. Dark simple nodded then motioned him to be quiet as the guards returned, allowing them entry into the castle before them.

Inside the castle was quite in contrast with the bright sunlight that lit outside. There were slited windows high abouve their heads that allowed only a little sunlight. Stone pillars stood like rigid guards every five feet holding up the ceiling. Two guards stood inside the doorway, In danger of being squished by the large double doors. A large red carpet was rolled onto the stone floor, suits of armor propped up at each pillar at its sides. Looking down the hall was the king surrounded by two more guards. Cautiously Torment lead Dark to the throne, which sat the ruler of this land.

"My liege" Torment said, bowing low. At that moment Dark jumped up over Torment, landing in front of the king, slipped a knife from under his belt and slit the bindings of his wrists. The King stood up in reaction reaching for the sword in his belt.

"Now Rath!" Dark Shouted as he raised his hand to the sky. The king had drawn his sword as a loud crash had hit the ceiling. The king wasn't distracted as he lunged for Dark, stabbing his sword through the god's stomach.

"Die!" the King shouted.

"Not before showing my gratitude for making me bleed." Dark replied, not fazed by the blade in his gut. He wiped a bit of blood from his wound and flung it to the ground. "Parasites Rise!" He screamed as the black virus that Dark's blood held infected the king's sword. The king let go of his blade and walked back in shock as his two guards stood in front of him. The blood that had hit the floor was now sprouting little Black four legged spiders, about the size of Dark's fist.

"De-demon!" The king Managed to slur. Another Bash sounded on the roof.

The guards tried to cut down the spider things, smashing their swords on the ground. But every time they were sliced, two more would replace them. The parasites began climbing the fearful guards and dissolved into their bodies, taking full control of their consciousness. Soon knights started to pile into the hall from the door, but Dark simply waved his hand at them and the parasites flooded towards them.

A final bash sounded on the roof as the entire ceiling crumbled down upon them. Rath fell down onto the floor as stone fragments crumbled on him.

"Sorry I'm late, the roof is harder than I thought." He excused himself. Dark didn't respond. He waved his arm's closing the double doors of the hallway before any knights that had poured in ran out. Dark, Torment and Rath laughed as they watched the knights run around like chickens trying to avoid the parasitic mites.

"Now for you kingy." Dark said turning around towards the cowering ruler. He raised a hand and motioned for Rath to come to him. The griffin walked over to Dark, never taking his eye of the king. Dark moved closer to Rath and whispered "take him." Into his ear. Rath paid full attention only to the king.

"Your tyranny ends now human." Rath growled to the king in the most menacing voice he could summon. Then he pounced. The king Screamed.