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Demonic Anomaly

You are a demon that crawled out of Hell's abyss and into the human world. You roamed the earth of God's children, interacted with His creations, and gathered knowledge. When you ventured into Sterling, Connecticut, trouble was brewing. You met a priest during such unfortunate times, and maybe, just maybe, something will blossom between you both.

The silence of the forest was as dead as night. The pine trees loomed over the ground and the creatures that passed through. It was the perfect atmosphere for the demon sitting on the rock to savor.

You sat on top of the boulder under the moonlight and stared at the heavens above. The stars twinkled, providing a sense of comfort to what could have been a pitch-black sky that would not quell the emptiness and ominousness of this particular night.

Though ordinary individuals would not suspect a thing, your demonic senses discerned the presence of other demons nearby; one that roamed the woods and another that resided in a house nearby. You could not perceive their intentions, but you could only infer that they were present for unsavory reasons.

As the thought crossed your mind, your keen ears picked up on approaching footsteps. A familiar presence graced your senses, and so a small smile formed on your lips. Was it…?

The footsteps came to a halt. Your eyes widened and your breathing stilled; apprehension and some excitement bubbled in your very being. Briefly, the world felt as though it had stopped spinning, though the howls of the distant coyotes were still discernible and the stars still danced playfully in the sky. You would have still been relaxed if it had not been for the figure that disrupted your peace.

“Hello, demon.”

You turned around and your eyes laid on a human standing a few yards away from your rock of leisure. His eyes, blue as the deep sea, stared intently at your (e/c) ones. His black and short hair, as dark as the feathers of a raven, was far more appealing than the dead dusky tones of the night. He wore a black holy garment, a classic look for priests, and the cross that he gripped in his right hand made it evident that you should not associate with this human, but the moonlight brought out his figure and emphasized his charm beautifully. Even if he looked average to most, he certainly was more than that in your eyes. Who were you to not be drawn to his grace that could banish you any second with his cross?

Even though you were not as powerful as other demons, you were still strong enough to put up a fight with the average exorcist. However, you wanted to avoid assailing the handsome gentleman before you.

How could you after you helped each other the year before?

“Good evening, John Ward,” you finally greeted the priest. “You can just call me Y/N, y’know.” Although you were happy to see him again, you were saddened that he addressed you in such a way.

A look of vexation afflicted his features. You could understand his frustration: demons and priests should not be working together after all. Hellish behemoths such as yourself should never be allowed to be graced with gifts from God; all of you should be consumed by His wrath, never to repent for your sins as fallen angels.

But as a creature that came from Hell itself, you never felt compelled to carry out the will of the Devil. You saw all the horrors that occurred in that dimension but never resonated with it. It was why you crawled from its abyss and ventured into the world of God’s children.

You were just a curious and young hellspawn that wanted to see the world for yourself; the world that the demons wanted to pillage and consume.

You were born from parents that ruthlessly carried out Satan's will, but you were not born with such a vile passion.

Should demon children be punished for the sins of their fathers and mothers?

You had no purity in you… surely you must be, right?

But you never felt compelled to do any wrong; you were just an individual existing in the world of mortals.

Merely just existing this way should not be a sin, right?

“Why are you here?”

John’s words lured you from your thoughts. You sighed. “Don’t you remember all that occurred just the year before?”

His eyes widened a bit. Of course, he did. “I do.”

He could never forget the failed exorcism; that was when he met you.

Prior to the unfortunate events, you decided to roam Sterling, Connecticut in your human disguise. You met a woman, Cindy Martin, at a book club and befriended her. Soon enough, she invited you to her isolated and charming home in the woods for lunch. You met her husband, Bob Martin, and daughter, Amy. They were just as kind and courteous to you as your friend. You were touched by their cordiality; something like you did not often receive genuine kindness from humans.

Due to their hospitality, you decided that you could not bear to leave them in the hands of a demon that wanted to commit malice.

You tried to fight off the demon, but you were not powerful enough to counter him. John tried to use his faith against the creature but it was not enough to quell his influence. Both you and John failed to save the girl and had to flee for your lives. God saved the priest and led him out of that cursed house. You, however, were left to fend for yourself.

The demon saw you and recognized you as the demon that had not been seen in Hell for decades. He lunged at you and tried to drag you back to its depths. You had to rely on your wit and agility to escape his clutches narrowly; he was the stronger demon. You managed to exit the house and lose him in the woods, but not before he injured you. The wound was considerably severe, but not so much that you were not able to move.

It was the first time you felt any intense emotion such as fear and it was a long time that you got injured in such a manner.

You never saw John for some time after that but you felt that he would be back, so you stayed in Sterling to heal.

And here he was.

John recalled that you tried to defend him from the demon inside Amy; you avoided hurting her and tried your best to facilitate the purification. Even if you helped him, a demon is still a demon; your intentions couldn’t be so pure. He shouldn’t trust you that much… yet.

“Why do you wish to help me?” John inquired.

“I just wanted to repay the mortals that showed me hospitality,” you answered as you gave John a small smile. You knew your answer would’ve irked the priest a bit. Why would humans show kindness to a demon such as you? Why did you want care from humans? Did their kindness to you serve as encouragement for the other demon to come and cause grief? You sighed sadly at this realization.

As you interacted with the people of the world, you wondered if you hurt them without realizing it. Was their friendliness to you in your human form enough for other demons to come and wreak havoc?

It made you rethink what you should be doing here.

“I didn’t want a single bad thing to happen to the Martins, John,” you continued your explanation. “Trust me on this. If I did, I wouldn’t have attempted to intervene in your affairs the year before. Now that they’re gone, Amy needs the exorcism that she deserves. She’s still young and deserves a chance at a good life. I don’t want anything unfortunate to happen to you in the process either.”

The priest was still apprehensive. He did not trust you yet, and that was alright. It would take time.

Though the dead night was only filled with both of your words, a new sound interrupted the conversation. A rustling came from the trees and bushes nearby. Both you and the priest were apprehensive. You transitioned from your sitting position to a stance that allowed you to pounce on whatever was coming.

At that moment, a white figure emerged from the nearby trees. He crawled on all fours and donned a ghoulish smile. He had no hair and no clothing; just his deathly pale skin. His eyes were red.

As the white demon approached the priest, who already held out his cross, you leaped from your spot on the rock and slammed your feet onto hellspawn. The demon let out a guttural noise from the impact and landed on the ground with a harsh thud. You tried to straddle him and choke him, but he managed to throw you off of him. The behemoth continued to advance toward John.

In a rush, John thrusted his cross in front of him, holding it out towards the demon. He slowed down and struggled to carry out his assault. Overwhelmed by the sheer holy power of the cross, the creature was forced to retreat into the forest.

It was calm for now, but it was certain that the white demon would be back for more.

You stretched a little and huffed. “I should’ve been able to beat him,” you said wearily. “Resting and healing made me too weak.”

John stared wordlessly at you. You, a demon, decided to risk your life for him, a priest. He knew you fought against the other demon back at the house, but he cannot help but still feel stunned that you decided to protect him.

You really were dead set on vanquishing whatever demon possessed Amy Martin.

Through the two encounters that John got to know you, he could already see the stark differences that made you stand out from other demons. You were independent of Satan’s will and sympathized with human beings; God’s children. Though you were not as powerful as other demons, you had the spirit to be independent and fight for what you believed in.

He admired that and felt lucky to have someone like you on his side, even if you were a hellspawn.

After the encounter, you turned and smiled slightly.

“Let’s go visit Amy now, shall we?”

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Thanks to two of my friends for reviewing my work and giving feedback! I haven't written fanfiction in a long time, so this work is a little bit rusty. One of them told me my pacing could use some more work, so I plan to attend to that. I want to improve my writing, so constructive feedback in the comments is greatly appreciated. Hope the plot of this one was enjoyable at least. :)

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