Topic: Into The Mind of a Teen Demon

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2016-05-16 21:11 EST
"Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones https://youtu.be/O4irXQhgMqg

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black "That bitch broke my heart!" The words were scrawled in blood red ink across the journal page many, many times.

"Oh Felicity! How could you do me this way' How?" Such bold stokes of that crimson sharpie. Some words underlined with doodles of bloody hearts stabbed with ornate skull daggers.

Domi was lost in self induced anguish, with maudlin music blasting at high volume and echoing all through the halls of his father's home. He had been dumped. It didn't matter that he had been planning to break it off with the demon girl first. That he forgot all about. The fact she beat him to the punch, was more likely the cause of such angst.

He ignored the pounding on the door, his sister was obviously not into his choice of music if the yelling was an indication. His response was to turn it up. He thought he heard laughter, which likely meant his ass of an older brother was also out in the hall. Mocking him as he usually did. They didn't understand him.

He about jumped out of his skin a moment later when his music went silent. "Is all this really necessary Dominick" Must we all suffer with you?" His father asked, perched on the back of a chair and staring down at his youngest.

As far as Fallen types went, his dad was pretty cool. He didn't look all that dangerous either. Most called him "The Librarian' and some days it fit. Still, Domi knew that many feared the knowledge his sire collected. "You wouldn't understand." He cried to his father.

Every teen over all time had likely uttered or thought those very same words to their parents. It was clich", and tired but there he was, nearly wailing it.

"Mark my words son, it isn't your heart that is bruised, it's your pride. I also add that you won't even remember this demonling's name by the end of the year." So calm, it gave the younger demon a headache and he glowered at his father. He dared not say anything to anger the elder, but he wanted to. He wanted to rebel like he never had before. Domi really did consider that for a moment as most Demons expected their spawn to make trouble, but his father wasn't so relaxed, especially if it drew unwanted attention.

"All this misery over one piece of tail?" Amethyst hued eyes continued to look down at the youth. "You were about to dump her yourself. So, why all this. . . emotional lamentings" So, stop with the maudlin music, the wailing, and the whining before your sister decides to kill you." Now, it was unspoken but the gist was there, something along the lines of "I will let her do it too."

Domi knew that would be uncomfortable. His elder sister was a right bitch when riled up. He had been on the receiving end of her ire more than once over the years. He had yet to win a battle with her. He still thought she had a way of cheating. "But Daaaaaad!" There went the wail.

His father sighed and with a shake of his dark head his hands moved to rest upon bent knees, leather creaking with the movement. "I am in the middle of preparing for some special visitors and I don't have time for this Domi. I am sending you to your Grandmother. Maybe she will "understand" you better than the rest of the family."

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2016-05-26 16:48 EST
"People Are Strange" By The Doors https://youtu.be/ojilSA1HhAA People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange

A Journal - Domi's Thoughts Printed in brilliant red on the front cover - **********Read at your own RISK!*************

So, here I am hating my life and sent to some backassward city to stay with my Grams. Her being who she is an all, was busy when I arrived. She had a servant show me to my room. Big, comfortable space, but I am sharing a bathroom. Never shared anything before, so pretty sure I don't like it.

I got told to be nice to my neighbor, don't piss off Star and get familiar with the new city.

That meant I went for a walk. My observations. THIS IS ONE WEIRD FREAK PLACE! Makes Dis look almost boring.

Have I already mentioned that I HATE my Fucking LIFE?

Well, I DO!

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2016-05-29 21:10 EST
Current Music: "Daze" Poets of the Fall https://youtu.be/di7NMssrqsE

Set the world on fire with bitter sweet desire To chase away the night, let the whole world burn Set the world on fire for bliss in sweet denial, oblivion and peace Will you let me burn?

Drifting like a cast off, the shadows got it good With constant companions, would that I could Further afield my nemesis on stilts is gaining on me

Mood: Angsty (Go figure) Game being played: Dark Souls (In which he is . . . dying A LOT)

I think I need to just kill myself. Not counting this fraking game!

Some times things should be the way they should be. Like this wacko kid Star's got staying here. I got a look at her. Total glow in the fucking dark, innocent. Like holy grace and crap coming down from the heavens, sort of psycho. I swear I think she hums fairy tales and talks to freaking flowers and should have little Disney birdies circling her wild white hair.

Grams told me to keep my hands off or deal with a face melting by Star himself. That dude has NOTHING to worry about. I don't think anyone will ever try and touch that kid. She's cray, cray. Talks to herself and dances around like some freaking fairy. I don't think she brushes her hair, white strands sticking up like a mini Einstein, but she does smell nice. Takes a lot of baths.

Starting to think she might be some human sacrifice that Star is fattening up for use in some global world sacrifice for galactic domination or something. Which would be totally rocking cool! That is the ONLY way to explain this walking holy relic. Damn.

I also suspect some demon or Fallen is molting. I keep finding feathers all over the place. Crazy!

Have I mentioned how much I hate my life today' Consider this my declaration.

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2016-06-06 15:54 EST
Burn the Witch Radiohead https://youtu.be/yI2oS2hoL0k Current tune playing on Dominick's Cell

Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up This is a low flying panic attack Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Burn the witch

Mood: Ambivalent (Dominick's New word of the day!) Reading: Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe

Okay, white haired chick is bad ass. I mean majorly. That whole glowing hands, speaking in tongues and earsplitting shrieking like a banshee on acid. SERIOUSLY messed up sort of psycho! She flat out LOST it on me this morning. I had to RUN for my life because she was trying to lay the hands O? Death on my ass!

Mental note to self, put the seat down on the toilet, chicks really hate when you don't. They turn into possessed wild cats and try and claw, or in my case melt your face off! Big time Baaaad Mojo!

The girl was actually cute when she cut loose like that, but I still won't go near that. Starting to think she might be related to Star somehow considering the whole psycho transformation.

Scary!

Reminder: Gotta remember to lock all my doors, because I think that flakey chick is going to try and kill me in my sleep.

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2017-02-01 19:12 EST
"One Thing Leads To Another" ~The Fixx Current tune playing on Dominick's Cell (Phone calls set to mute) https://youtu.be/JHYIGy1dyd8

The deception with tact Just what are you trying to say You've got a blank face, which irritates Communicate, pull out your party piece You see dimensions in two State your case with black or white But when one little cross Leads to shots, grit your teeth You run for cover so discreet Why don't they

Do what they say Say what you mean One thing leads to another You told me something wrong I know I listen too long But then one thing leads to another Mood: Reflective and mildly bored. Reading: Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

I finally got rid of that amazon my siblings got me for the holidays. How my saying "check my Amazon wishlist' turned into them getting an actual, ball busting amazonian chick, still has me a little confused. Thankfully, my dad could return her to where she came from before she killed me. It is going to take months for some of the bruises and psychological scars to heal. If they EVER do.

After taking some time to explain, I think my siblings finally understand. My sister is all excited about buying shit with her phone, so maybe next year I will get some cool, wireless headphones instead of a muscle bound, male hating, jungle queen. Quint just mumbles about "Say what you mean?, but I DID. He just didn't get it, which is NOT my fault. He's not in the same time zone as I am. Hell only knows what age he's hung up on this week.

On a brighter note, my ex is unhappy and miserable and I don't like her calling, but admit I do like hearing her angst. May she get everything she deserves and more. I will likely feel some guilt later, but maybe not. Dad says only wish the worst on those that deserve it. I don't think he sees Fel as even mildly significant. He's repeatedly told me she is unimportant and I should move on.

I have, sorta. Okay, I'm trying. Working on it. I muted my phone for tonight. Yeah, I know I really should block her like Sara says. Maybe will tomorrow.

Now, off to dinner with Grams and the others. Might go out later.

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2017-05-22 14:27 EST
"Call Me Devil" ~Friends in Tokyo https://youtu.be/K2b_Vk132_I Current tune playing on Dominick's Cell (Phone calls set to mute)

They call me devil And you should be afraid I will tell you lies I'll crawl inside your mind Grab hold of your eyes I will make you mine And I'm gonna take my time

Mood: Evocative. Reading: World War Z by Max Brooks

Selling the Fear

(Tales from the Domi side of things.)

I have moments. Perverse, twisted ideas that spring up and overtake me. My dad tells me it's all very normal given my nature. To me, that says "roll with it." While I may have a duel nature, I do prefer doing bad things over good. Bad is more fun after all. So, I do. It's not nice kind things but it sure gives me a good, belly laugh of amusement. Sure, it has backfired a few times, but even the pain of a decent beating is usually worth it.

What am I talking about'

Freaking out the mundanes.

I especially love doing it to the "born agains". There is nothing quite like seeing their eyes just bug out of their two-faced heads. Don't get me wrong here, there are some I have met that are honestly nice people. They do that witness thing to me and display their faith in a truthful and honest manner. You can see the sincerity in their words and demeanor and those, I don't fuck with. Yeah, I have a sketchy bit of morals I do follow. Sometimes.

(Just a side note here for those that might be wondering: No, I don't burst into flames at the sight of any sort of holy religious symbols. Sounds great for a book or a movie but it isn't reality.)

Now, the judgmental, arrogant, holier than thou, sorts, piss me the fuck off. The ones with souls stained and tarnished with their own past. They say one thing but I can easily read their thoughts, and if isn't all goodness or light in the least. The last thing going through those thick brains is true or real. They use their "acquired" faith to bludgeon others while making themselves feel all superior over everyone. These are often people who on the surface, turned their lives around but underneath it's a boiling pustule of hate, jealousy and anger that they simply can't shake off. It's a lie, but I know it's a fa"ade. Why they think they can lie to greater powers is beyond me. I'd like to think what I do can set them on the right path. I know that's not likely but it still makes me feel like I am doing something good for whatever world I am visiting. Balances out the bad. I strive valiantly to be gray, but it's more fun to slide a bit to the darker side.

Trendy Ass Hipsters are another target. I have a sister that is all into the whole fashion thing. Shoes, dresses, "faaaaashion' galore. Across a multitude of dimensions. (That whole demonic portal hopping ability.) I find that crap boring for the most part, but I am not allowed to freak her out by my Dad's rules. Anyway, I wear whatever the hell I want, when I want. If it's "haute" or not, really doesn't faze me because all I want is to be comfortable. I do find the idea of tight yellow sweaters and man buns to be stupid. I don't really know why it annoys me, but when I see males with their hair up like a woman's, my teeth clench. If you don't want it long, cut it. Because the bobbing bun thing isn't cool to me. Fact is, it's just not my thing, and my response to anyone prancing around me flaunting that is just begging for nightmare inducing visions of hell. You see this shows my evil side.

Sometimes, I just find someone that is more intuitive then others. They see things most are just unable to discern for whatever reason. Maybe they are too drunk or altered, or they might be caught up in their own life to see past all the stuff happening in front of them. Some might be completely self-centered or just blind to things they can't easily explain. In any case, it is my nature to exploit those that do see the truth. Often, they catch sight of my horns which generally rattles them and they do that whole double take. I'm told that my horns are "cute". Not exactly a terrifying description but I have hope they will grow more menacing over time. Epic horns like my dad's imposing pair would be great. My brother has more impressive ones. A fact he does often point out and generally pisses me off when he does.

This is by no means a full list as I haven't fully completed my exploration of this past time to it's fully extent. I am sure I will find many more needing an attitude adjustment or just a good healthy scare in my coming eons. As it is, not all my victims fall into any single classification. They come from all walks of life, time, race, creed, faith and attitude. Trust me. Fun is fun.

More to come. . .

Dominick Darcy

Date: 2017-08-21 15:38 EST
"You're Going Down" ~ Sick Puppies https://youtu.be/liW-kWFiXtQ Current tune playing on Dominick's Cell

Define your meaning of war To me it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know

It's been a long time coming And the table's turned around 'Cause one of us is going One of us is going down

Mood: Evocative. Reading: Complete Collection Of H. P. Lovecraft (Kindle Edition) https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Collection-Lovecraft-Audiobooks-Collaborations-ebook/dp/B00D4CBA50/ref=sr_1_4"ie=UTF8&qid=1503343846&sr=8-4&keywords=Lovecraft

(More tales from the Domi side of things.)

It started out as a simple request. That's what usually happens right' Sounds easy enough but by the time it's all done, my blood was boiling and my rage was barely held in check. Which is, both cool and leaves me with a pounding headache.

Gram's wanted me to take the weird girl off somewhere. Star was having some sort of meeting and apparently, he didn't want the kid exposed to whatever he was doing. If you ask me, he didn't want them getting a gander at the "glow in the dark" chick. Maybe he didn't want the little weirdo to see him hanging out with the lowest of hell spawn and worst. Either way, my grandmother handed me a wad of cash and told me to "Just get her out of here for a few hours."

Right before I left she also reminded me not to let the girl touch me, unless I wanted to be "Disneyfied" which I had little interest in experiencing. Ever. Not fully sure what that meant but it sounded like a party I wouldn't be interested in attending. I mean, I am familiar with "Disney' but only to the point of knowing it makes movies I don't watch and has theme parks where young kids go to puke.

She seems rather fond of that Wrath Demon she hangs with. Not sure how that works. Moreandor is one ugly mug of a hellspawn. The weirdo kid doesn't even seem to notice that he looks like a cross between some prehistoric reptile and the Hulk. Then again, as my grams loves to say, "It's all about choice." So, each to their own right' Whatever sort of relationship they have is their own fucking business and I don't really want the details.

Anyway, the reason I mention the demon dude, he suggested going to a movie. Sounded like a good idea to me. A few hours of mindless entertainment that didn't require much work or conversation. I was getting paid well for it. Bonus!

I let the big guy pick the movie and even paid for the industrial sized drink and popcorn he required to be satisfied. He was now in his human guise which was still huge and impressively dangerous looking. "A movie ain't a movie, without popcorn an' something to wash it down right!" Ali, she selected water and something called "Snowcaps", with a small popcorn. This barely put a dent in the cash grams gave me.

Okay, okay, here's the thing. We are sitting there watching some inane wannabe horror flick that More picked with clowns or dolls, when it began.

Behind me, some twat, looking to wreck my day, starts kicking the back of my seat.

My dad would have been proud I tell you. I turned and politely told the pimple faced fucktard to "Please stop doing that." I said it as calmly as possible. I refrained from speaking all the vulgar words rolling about in my brain that was now starting to surge hot. The rat bastard smirked at me. SMIRKED! Shit, my blood started to simmer alongside my mood.

I could hear his friends telling to knock it off and leave it alone, but, of course, this kid had a fucking death wish. Meaning that the kicking became worse.

Yeah, I know I could have moved or went and got the manager and all that mundane shit other people usually do but I am what I am. As my blood pressure inched higher I glanced over at More and caught sight of his rather toothy grin. "What ya gonna do kid?" rang inside my head. Next to him sat the limpid eyed little girl and she just stared at me, unblinking like a cat. Her eyes were freaking glowing. A creepy beacon in the darkness of that theater. I can't recall what movie we went to, or what horror of gory special effects and ketchup splatter patterns were featured. I was raging with ever jerking action of my seat that totally shorted out my thought processes.

Temper fully ignited when I was nearly upended out of my chair and I reacted. In a shift of a mere minute, I was inside that teenage creep's pea-brained head. I let him see my dark ugly side, just amplified all the scales horns, teeth and eyes which emerges when my rage erupts.

To his friends, he looked frozen in terror with wide eyes fixed on the screen and one foot pressing into the back of MY seat. It wasn't hard to overtake his mind. Moron's like him were always easier than the intelligent and strong willed. Petty dorks rarely caused me any trouble. So, while I had him, I unleashed visions of such horror and death.

Stuff like bodies exploding in showers of gore, rolling heads, flames eating flesh and muscle. The screams alone would cause him nightmares, because I took those directly from my own experiences from the pit and they still haunted me.

I haven't really 'seen" much of what I forced upon his weak little mind. I have been witness to some of my dad's battles. Okay, it was from a distance, because I am not yet old enough to take part. However, I have watched some flicks over the years and I have one hell of a vivid imagination; I embellished. By the look of the little idiot, it was quite effective. I was pushing it to the point of making him wet himself.

Beside me, I hear a soft little whisper. "I can touch him if you like?" Altaire had shifted around in her seat and was now staring avidly at the frozen kid.

I pondered her suggestion for a half a minute. Did I really want to stop torturing this rat bastard" No. Not really. I admit it, I was having fun. Sick and twisted, perverse fun, but fun none the less. After a few more seconds more of thought an idea was born. It dawned upon me that this might be a good time to see just what her touch would do. That way I would have some understanding of my Gram's cryptic warnings.

"Sure. Give it a shot, but I suspect he's rotten to the core." I replied via mind thought.

A tiny ghostly hand moved, wrapping those delicate fingers around the youth's ankle and he suddenly jerked as if jolted by an electrical charge. He was stiff and wound up tight before he collapsed back into his seat. Shaking and sweating as if battling a raging fever. Stammering out a weak and wheezing apology for kicking my seat, he bolted from the theater, with all his friends watching him in total confusion.

See, none of them saw a damn thing, as my illusion, kept them in the dark. Though, I suspect that More or the small weirdo may have enhanced my efforts, as I am still learning that shit. As it was all this happened in a matter of a few minutes, much like dreams or in this case an imposed terror filled hallucination.

I didn't get to see the full effect of the "Disneyfied" touch until we were on our way out. Idiot stick ran up to me, babbling and sobbing near hysterical, with more apologies and even dropped to his knees, damn near kissing my black "Converse's" while begging forgiveness.

That was a bit unsettling really. But what actually caught my interest was the smile Altaire wore upon seeing my seat kickers antics. It was. . . confusing, terrifying and wrong to say the least. She looked maliciously gleeful and angelically innocent all at the same time which, let me tell you, can really fuck with one's mind. Gram was right. Never let her touch me. Ever.

So that was the lesson I learned that day. One I won't forget any time soon.