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Welcome, one and all, to my first fan-fic! It's been a while since I've ever written a story, so it might not be that good. =\[/align]

 

[spoiler=~Prologue: Chapter 0: Mind of Nothingness~]

 

He sat there, wrapping his arms around his legs and cocking his head from side to side looking around. It was no use, though, for there was nothing to see. All he could see was darkness. However, darkness was just the illusion. What he was really looking into was nothing; the nothingness of his mind. He found it pointless to open or close his eyes for it made no difference whatsoever. He felt the urge to move, but the hollowness of the place corrupted his soul. He couldn’t even speak, for if he tried, all he could hear were his thoughts.

 

Geoff Greymen, breathing heavily, suddenly cocked his head straight forward to where the darkness (or nothingness) started to part. A silhouette took place of the light and made a solar eclipse-type ring in which looked like a cloaked figure. The light began to fade apparently, and the illusionary darkness returned. The figure slowly appeared into view, showing its hollow body covered with a shadowy purple cloak. Its hood was up to show its invisible face. It held its scythe with its right hand of black skeleton.

 

“Geoff…Greymen?” the reaper spoke with the voice of death, a voice so low-pitched it shook your soul. The reaper merely stood there, blankly staring at Geoff.

 

“Y-Yes. Th-that is me. What do you want?” Geoff shivered at the sight and sound of the reaper. He was still curled up in a ball.

 

The reaper made a vougked gesture, and the dark room of nothingness grew brighter. The room appeared to be nothing more than the midst of his mind; a misty area where the smell of death reeked his senses. The sounds of demented cries in the distance echoed through Geoff’s ears. He looked around to see creatures from Hell loitering translucently in Geoff’s vision.

 

The reaper interrupted Geoff’s curiosity by speaking. “Are you familiar with these beings?”

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact. I think of them all the time. What about them?”

 

“Do you know why you think of them?”

 

“No. Not really. I’m kind of dark-minded myself, so I guess that’s why.”

 

The reaper’s glare didn’t budge. “I see. Do you know why you are here?”

 

“No, actually, I was just about to ask why I am h–”

 

“You are here because you have been chosen.”

 

Geoff was puzzled. Chosen? he thought. What does he mean by chosen?

 

“You were chosen by Satan himself to wield a scrap of his power.”

 

Geoff’s eyes widened. His head immediately pointed at the reaper while his eyes shot a glare at it like a rifle. “Satan?! You mean, ‘the devil himself’?”

 

“Some call Him that. But that lacks importance. He has chosen you to–”

 

“Hold on! First of all, answer me this. Why was I chosen?”

 

“You were chosen because it is your fate, and fate’s choosing comes from one’s heart. You were chosen, my friend, because you worship the devil with your heart, and you worship God with only your mind.”

 

Geoff grew curious now. “Great. So…what exactly is this power that Satin gave me?”

 

Before Geoff could get his answer, the reaper swiped his scythe across his face. Geoff felt his soul being cut by the slice as he gasped in a breath. The next thing he knew was he was sitting on his couch; his body sagged as if he grew boneless. He looked forward seeing his television turned on; the sound of guns shooting and voices yelling from a crime scene. Geoff had grown into these shows ever since he first watched them, so he could have stayed awake to watch them. But the calling of his mind was different. It felt hollower than just a normal sleep with the feeling of not thinking, but being thought of.

 

Feeling reality, Geoff felt comfortable getting up on his feet and stretching to the ceiling. However, he still felt imprisoned. The words of the reaper stuck onto him and seemed to dig into him as well. It was painful for him not to think about it, especially with the continuum of shooting sounds excelling from the speakers of his mounted television.

 

Seconds after he stretched, he felt a shock of daze hit him. He weakened and plopped back down on the couch with a yelp, but it wasn’t because of his daze. In his eyes, the moment he stretched, his eyes inverted the colors of his surroundings. He saw something hanging on his television that wasn’t inverted and pounced on Geoff.

 

“Rawr!”

 

Geoff responded with a yelp, forced back by the demon’s landing on him with its arms wrapped around his torso. His blood crimson body weighed Geoff’s body down and made him sink into the couch, enough to be nearly impaled by the leg rest lever in the cracks of the cushions.

 

The demon laughed in a high, squeaky voice. “Tee hee hee! Ha Ha! Woo hoo!”

 

“Dude! What are you doing?! Get off of me!” Geoff tried to pry off the demon, but it stayed on like a dried-up grease stain.

 

“Ha ha ha! Good ol’ Geoff Greymen, right here beneath my arms! Hee hee!”

 

“What? How in the Hell do you know my name?”

 

“Hee hee, depends on how long you were in it, hotshot! Don’t you remember? You and the reaper? You two were talking and…stuff! Hee hee!”

 

“Oh, so you were one of the demons I saw in my mind, huh?”

 

The demon finally got off Geoff, panting. “Sure was. Oh, how rude of me! My name is Daigon! I was assigned by Satan himself to be your so-called ‘guardian demon.’ Hee hee, a great guy, Satan is. Ho ho…he sure is!” Daigon made a sarcastic tone to his voice, turning slightly to show Geoff three red marks darker then his skin. Geoff widened his eyes at the sight.

 

“Satan did this to you?”

 

“Aww, what’s the worry, Grey? What did your naïve little brain expect? I mean, he is Satan!”

 

Geoff was startled when he heard a voice in the hall. “Hello?” The voice grew louder as it neared the door, and it sounded like a cracking murmur. “Big bro? Is that you?”

 

The voice opened the door behind Geoff and revealed a small figure that stood as Indero, Geoff’s little brother. About half the door’s height, he held the door knob as the door slowly crept open while he wiped his eyes; he was sleeping until he was woken by Geoff. “What is with all the noise?” He spoke quietly, trying not to disturb his slumber too much to not fall asleep later.

 

Geoff made a glance at Indero, alternating looks to him and Daigon. He felt guilty for a second, thinking Indero saw the blood red creature.

 

“Don’t worry, hotshot! He can’t se me! Tee hee, I’m a mystery to him! Heh heh!” Daigon did his own spooky sound effects and gestures toward Indero, but Indero did not wince. He merely stood there, glaring back at Geoff. Geoff gestured toward Daigon to stop, but Indero stared in confusion and awkwardness.

 

“Umm…big bro? Your acting kind of strange. Are you drunk?”

 

“Indero, go back to bed.”

 

The boy grimaced in annoyance. “Fine.” he said before his tongue escaped his mouth like an alien corrupted his body. But Geoff simply shifted his non-verbal message and scared Indero away. He sighed, turning his head back toward Daigon.

 

“Alright, look. You can’t make this anymore complicated then this has to be. Got that?”

 

“Ha ha ha! You just need to get used to it! You’re a human, I’m a demon. I live for this stuff, you live for your life! Add it all up and what do you get? Chaos! It’s all over the place! Learn to deal with it, toots!” Daigon gestured towards Geoff’s window that was closed, including the blinds. He opened it, and gasped his eyes wide.

 

The sight in the city outside Geoff’s window made his heart race through his soul. Evil was everywhere! Several demons, imps, blood angels, banshees, ghosts, and almost everything else stirred amongst the city grounds. The imps were on the streets, swiping the ice cream off the kids’ cones and watching them cry. He saw ghosts in the rooms of sleeping victims while they gave them nightmares. Blood angels hovered in the sky, some as high as the airplanes, waiting for the perfect time to strike. At the same time Geoff also saw banshees waiting impatiently behind construction workers on house roofs, tempted to give the workers a little push off the edge to their deaths.

 

“This is what Satan gave you.” Daigon said, “He gave you his eye. Everything he sees, you see…and everything you see, he sees. I guess I should of said ‘vice-versa’ but oh well! Tee hee!”

 

Daigon disappeared, leaving Geoff alone in his room only to sit and breath heavily in the eyes of the devil.

 

 

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Uh... you misspelled "Satan." It's a fabric right now, not an incarnation of evil or giver of knowledge.

 

Thus far, this seems to support Theistic Satanism. If so, this could be very intriguing.

[Guest Blud]

Fixed.

 

And I'm not being intriguing in Theistic Satanism. Although, if people choose to worship the Devil then that is their choice. I have no blamery of that. >.>

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Ah, but to a Theistic Satanist, YHVH is the Devil, determined to deprive humanity of wisdom. Certainly, it sounds like Geoff, at least, has a similar standpoint.

[bury the year]

Short, but very good. I like it, so keep it up.

 

However, people don't follow fabric. D:

[Guest Blud]

Thanx! ^_^ I will be posting Chapter 1 soon. I just need the time.

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BUMP!

 

Chapter 1 finally added. >.< Sorry about the wait, guys. ^_^

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BUMP

 

C'mon, I need criticism! >=\

[mr.tacos]

nice story

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nice story

 

This is spam. It's short, has no specifics, and all your saying is that my story is nice. I don't want this! >.<

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Ah... I see no first chapter.

 

Am I stupid, tired, sick, and missing something, is the site screwing up, or did you forget to actually post the chapter?

[bury the year]

Ah... I see no first chapter.

 

Am I stupid' date=' tired, sick, and missing something, is the site screwing up, or did you forget to actually post the chapter?

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It's in there; the prologue got merged into the chapter.

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Oh.

 

Separate the chapters, then.

 

Also, Daigon acts like the Cheshire Cat, except his riddles have no logical foundation and contradict themselves. Was his failure to provide a riddle with an answer intentional?

[Guest Blud]

IDK but I'm giving up on this. Sorry.