Demonic Wielders of Harmony

Nick, a 29 year old male with a very toned body, enjoyed his life in Hell. He had money, which was mostly made up of gems and precious metals, that he never really used. Not even to pay his rent on his apartment, which the locks probably were changed... again. He had a good job and the best reputation of being the most feared and deadliest assassin, being called the Stone Assassin for the payment he received most often, but recently he had been doing mercenary work such as protecting demons and creatures that paid very handsomely. It was rare for him to receive a job to kill now a days. He had good minions that followed his every order, though some would argue that they didn't like him and only stayed because of the cursed binding that was forced on them, but Nick honestly didn't give a fuck.

As luck would have it though, he was hired to kill someone. He was filled with joy knowing he would kill again. He became even happier knowing who he was going to kill, a succubus, and a very hot and sexy one at that. Though all succubi were hot, this one was definitely in the top twenty and the bonus for this contract was that “he could do anything he wanted”. Oh how he savored those words. He looked over at the body that laid next to him in the bed, it was the succubus. She had a bullet hole in her head, heart, and womb with her eyes still open out of fear. He didn't need to shoot the heart or the womb, he just did that because he could. He grabbed the succubus' head and pulled it up so his light violet eyes could look into her's.

“I had a really great time,” he said to the corpse, “you are definitely one of the best fucks I've ever had and I didn't even need to resort to raping you!” he gave a loud slightly evil laugh. A pounding at the door ceased his chuckling. “Seems as though your body guard is here to kill me.” He unceremoniously let go of the body, making it fall on his leg. “Hey get the fuck off,” he pushed the body off the bed making it hit the ground with a thud, “I don't like being touched by a dead whore.... okay thats a lie, but still!” He got up from the bed, still naked from the events that happened before the killing, his body was covered in scars and burn marks, most beings would say it was because he was careless when he started out but he knew the truth was that these scars came from his uncle, aunt, and twin cousins abusing him every day since he had to live with them after his mother, father, and younger sister died in a car accident.

He looked at his right arm, which he deemed his most demonic part, it was a dark purple color, his fingers had become sharp claws. The color slowly spread up his arm. Ever since he was twelve, it had slowly crawled its way up and now it was covering ninety percent of his arm. He liked it and if any thing didn't he would claw out their throat before ripping off any sexual organ within reach. He gave a little smile, thinking about the other uses it could do like ripping holes into reality to take him home to either his apartment, his old home and even his dead uncle's house but to him the best thing it was able to do was absorb beings and items, just like his great sword, rifle, and bullets for his rifle and revolver for later use. The pounding on the door become more fierce. “Geez, have a little patience, ya little bitch,” yelled Nick towards towards whatever was pounding on the door.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU KILLED MY MISTRESS!!!” yelled back the being on the other side of the door.

“Yeah I would love to see that,” replied Nick. He ran his demon arm through his golden brown hair. “Now where the fuck is my stuff... Ah! There you are,” he said, spotting his stuff in a pile. He grabbed his pants that had half a leg ripped off, holes nearly every where on it. He put on the ragged pants, grabbed his belt that had a gun holster and twelve bullet holsters. Three were missing. He wrapped the belt around his waist making sure it was tight enough to not fall but not too tight to be uncomfortable. He grabbed his white, short-sleeved shirt and put it on. It had stitches all over it from being constantly hacked and slashed; dried blood caked on it here and there. He grabbed his leather jacket with its sleeves ripped off, just to make him look intimidating. He honestly didn't think it mattered but a woman from a bar he often went to said otherwise, so as to humor her, he ripped the sleeves off and hadn't fixed them since then. He wrapped his red bandana around his head and put on his black sunglasses. He peered over at the door and saw the hinges beginning to warp with the stress of whatever brute was raging on the other side. 'I got about five minutes, just enough,' Nick thought.

He looked around a bit more and found his only weapon he kept out, a revolver that was used to kill the succubus. The revolver had strange symbols all over it that he didn't fully understand, but the demon he bought it from said it made the gun more powerful, last a lot longer than traditional guns, and warp bullets in the chambers when its empty. He grabbed it and put it in its holster, and lastly he spotted his two most precious items: a silver necklace and a small chest. He grabbed the necklace and opened it to reveal a family picture of his mother, father, and him holding onto his baby sister. She was just a few months old in the photo. He remembered when the picture in the necklace was taken. It was his fifth birthday, Christmas Day. His mother was hugging his father both of them had expressions that reflected pure joy. His father's arm was on his shoulder, he had a huge smile on his face (a smile that he would never show anymore), holding onto his baby sister who was looking at him instead of the camera. He knew his parents didn't have much money but it didn't matter when they were together. He gave a small, more caring smile while looking at picture. The sound of a door hinge breaking threw him out of memory lane.

He closed the necklace and put it on, after that he grabbed the chest. To those who haven't seen or heard about Nick (which was a very rare group of people) it was a normal jewelery chest that he carried around, but inside it was his minions, beings made out of gems and precious metals (which was one of the many reasons why he wanted to be paid in them). They contained the souls of demons that he decided not to kill, but instead trap them to serve him. He did this after discovering a book on ancient golem rituals. It taught him about sealing souls into bodies of gems and metals and binding them to their new “master's” soul. He attached it to a small loop he made on his belt so it wouldn't fall off. He didn't know why he couldn't just put it into his demon arm for storage, but something made the chest react badly to it.

Finally the door was busted down and flew past Nick. He didn't flinch but instead looked at the approaching body guard. The body guard was a large gorilla-like demon who was clearly a couple feet taller than Nick and weighed much, much more than him. In the demon's one good eye was a void filled with pure rage and hatred towards Nick.

“Took you long enough, monkey boy,” taunted Nick, “I almost thought that I would've had to open the door, seems as though evolution hasn't quite hit you yet”

“YOU KILLED MY MISTRISS!” bellowed the demon, “I'LL RIP YOUR SKIN OFF AND FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!”

“Oh I'm so scared ,” replied Nick in a tone that was drenched in sarcasm, “I was hired to kill her and I did it now move along before I have to kill you too because I really wanna get paid right now and go to a bar.” The demon roared at Nick and charged at him. Before Nick could react he was uppercutted by the demon, he could feel his lower jaw cracking from the force of the punch and the blood that was starting to fill his mouth, as he went into the air the demon grabbed his leg with such force it broke the bones in it easily and proceeded to slam him into the floor multiple times. Nick could feel his spine and shoulder blades shatter and break even more each time he was slammed into the floor. After a few moments the demon threw Nick into the wall in which Nick was indented into it not even moving. The demon started to breathe even heavier from the lack of resting he had from breaking both the door and Nick's body.

“Ha, so much for being a great assassin,” the demon give a triumphant smile and turned around walking away from Nick's body. As the demon reached the door two bullets pierced his knees as he feel to the ground he screamed in pain, the pain it didn't just hurt it burned with such a sensation he knew only one thing could have caused it holy bullets. 'But where did the come from?' he thought in a panic state, with his strength he rolled over to his back, his eyes widen to see Nick standing, breathing heavily with his revolver's barrel smoking. “No! You can't be standing! You shouldn't even be alive!”

Nick gave a weak chuckle, “I have a neat little healing factor, I think its because of my arm but any way its time for a lesson you fucking monkey boy,” he cocked his gun, “This gun has three more bullets in it, these bullets are coated in banshee blood giving them amazing trajectory and penetrating power, also they're shrapnel rounds that explode the holy metal inside of them into your body. Best part is when heated by oh lets say your body heat that holy metal melts and courses through your veins slowly killing you and trust me you'll feel it.” The demon's eye widen, Nick was right he could feel the holy metal starting to melt and move through out his veins, he gave a scream in pain but was silenced when Nick placed foot on his windpipe. The demon reached for Nick's legs but was shot twice in both shoulders in a quick succession, his arms fell limply to the ground. “I would love to see the metal reach your brain if you have one that is and kill you but I'm on a time table and now that I have one more bullet,” Nick cocked his gun one last time pointing it to the demon's head, “Well the little bitch go down with his eye closed or with it open?” Nick gave an evil smile as the demon closed his eyes his and waited for the gun shot that would end his life. Then there was a bright flash of light and after moments of silence the demon slowly opened his eye and saw Nick had vanished. The demon didn't have time to wonder where Nick had gone has the pain from the melted holy metal was too great for him and passed out never to wake up again.

A seventeen year old boy grouchily woke up, slowly sat up, and yawned while stretching his arms. To anyone looking at him, they would believe he was just a normal seventeen year old with light brown hair and a light build. Then they would see his pure red iris's surrounding his pupils and see the Devil himself looking into their very souls. He didn't like when people freaked out about his eyes and he also didn't like that when he looked into s person's eyes he had the nearly irresistible urge to make a 'deal' with them. Luckily for him, he found a way around it. Wearing a pair of sunglasses, any kind would, could curb the power of the urges.

He felt something shift in his bed. He looked next to him and saw his girlfriend sleeping peacefully. He gave a faint smile then chuckled at the thought of their own names. Possibly it was destiny for them to fall in love or maybe God and the Devil had a strange sense of humor. He looked at his digital clock. It was 8:12 A. M. on a Sunday and he knew his girlfriend doesn't like it when they are late for church (as much as he didn't like to go). He decided it would be best to wake her before he would feel the only thing hell couldn't copy, the fury of a woman's wrath. He nudged her, saying “Hey Eve wake up.” Eve slowly opened those beautiful, blue eyes that were the perfect contrast to his red eyes. She gave him a small smile.

“I'm glad to see I have you trained Adam,” Eve said with a small chuckle.

“Oh, I don't think its training, just simple fear of you being pissed.” replied Adam. He got up, got dressed in his favorite red 'Devil Child' t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his sunglasses. “The last time you got pissed I had to run away from your guardian angel.... he still tries to attack me when you call him... even when you aren't pissed at me.”

“Well...” said Eve, “I think he just hates you.”

“I don't think hate is the right word,” Adam responded has he went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. “God I look terrible.”

“Oh I wouldn't say that.” said a voice behind Adam. He turned around, saw a tall man in a deep red suit, and screamed at the top of lungs, sounding like a little girl. “Seventeen years old and still screaming like a girl?”, said the man.

“The hell are you doing here Satan?” asked Adam. “Hey! You scream like a woman too.”

“I do not.” replied Satan, “Besides can't I come and visit the boy I gave my eyes to?”

“No,” said Adam flatly, “The only time you really visit Kain, Olivia, or me is because you, and I really do mean you, want something”

“I'm hurt,” replied Satan. Adam gave Satan a look that demanded why he was here. “Okay, okay. You got me. I came by to ask a little favor.”

“How 'little' is this favor?”

“Oh I just need you to enroll into a Catholic school again and stir up some sin is all”

“What!? I already did that once before and almost got fried for it!”

“A minor miscalculation on my part...”

“Minor miscalculation!? Father John's guardian angel almost killed me! If it wasn't for Eve stepping up to make sure I didn't do anything too extreme, you would have been looking for a new person to give your eyes to!”

“I know. I know... Look this time I consulted God and the other two and now you don't have to worry about them,” Satan said with a smile.

“What do they get?”

“I'm sorry?”

“Satan when a deal is made both parties get something. What. Did. They. Get?”

“Right..um... lets see here...” Satan replied as he pull out a contract, “No....no.....no.....no....Ah ha! Here is it,” Satan cleared his throat and spoke with a voice that seemed like it was saying a royal decree, “As in conjunction to the agreed terms Party A, you, will have no trouble with Party B, God and those other two people, while you try to corrupt the student body of a Catholic school of Party C's, your's truly, choice”

“Okay. I'm following so far.”

Satan continued, “And as such Party B will choose what shall be the proper punishment for Party A when done.” As he said the final words the burst into flames, ashes falling to the ground.

“Punishment?”

“Yes. Its the only way they would have agreed to it. Once you are done your punishment well commence.”

“Guess I have to wait until I'm done to prepare for it then...”
“Actually they already chosen your punishment.”

“I'll regret this but... What is it?”

“Yeah...this is the hard part..” said Satan as he shift uncomfortably, “They taking Eve away on some spiritual guidance thing.. and you won't be able to see her.” Adam's body started to slightly shake. He could believe it. He wouldn't be able to she her until the guidance was done, she once told him that a guidance could take from three days to three months. He loved her too much to not see her for that long. He fell to his knees.

“That's cruel....” said Adam in a monotonic tone.

“Yeah well...the perfect punishment for you Adam besi-.. Adam you're glowing.”

Adam looked at Satan, confused. Did he hear him right, glowing? Adam looked at his body and quickly stood up in a panic. He was glowing and he was getting brighter by the second.

“Satan wha-” Adam couldn't finish his sentence as a bright flash of light happened and Adam vanished. Satan looked at the spot that once held Adam.

“Uh....kid?” said Satan as he waved his hand over the spot, “Adam?” Satan heard the door opened and looked to see Eve staring at him with an expression that was getting angrier by the second. “Oh...uh..Hi, Eve..how have you been?” Satan said trying to give has best smile and hoped it would work.

“Where. Is. My. Boyfriend?” asked Eve while she clutched her fists.

“Well...you..see..... I don't know.” replied Satan, giving Eve a nervous laugh.

“LANCELOT!!” yelled Eve. Then in a smaller flash of light, behind Eve stood a large golden armored, six-winged, angel-knight with a lance.

“Oh my, just look at the time. I must be getting back to Hell. Those souls won't torture themselves, you know.” Satan said hoping Eve would let him go. Being in this form he was constricted to only a very small fraction of his power.

“Get him.” ordered Eve.

“As you wish!” said Lancelot, thumping his chest. Lancelot charged and Satan ran, screaming like a lady while busting through the bathroom wall.