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This is a story I've been working on for a while now and I decided to put it up and see what you think. Since this will be a story I will continually post on until it's (hopefully) finished, PM me any comments you have.

Each post will be a new chapter.

Home At Last


The wind howled, causing the rusty wind chimes to strike up their unusual song again. The town had been abandoned for decades yet the buildings still stood. Of course nature had eaten away at them but not as much as it usually would. The town had no visitors and was always alone.
The rain began to lightly drizzle upon the town and the wind swirled and howled, making the rain seem worse than it actually was. Then, something odd took place. In the wind and the rain a black figure appeared out of the darkness. It moved into the town as if it was floating, effortlessly combing through the wreck of a town that had been left.
“This will do,” The figure hissed, his voice sounding like a cross between a snake and a human being.
The dark coat that cut off just above his ankles flapped through the air as it was tossed around by the winds that had begun to pick up. He hissed again and looked up from the ground, revealing his blood red eyes. From what was visible of his skin, he was nearly paper white. His long black hair had been plastered to his face and neck by the rain.

He took his hand out of his pocket to reveal his long, bony fingers. He glanced at a black tattoo on the back of his hand. It was the head of a dragon, but it didn’t stop there. The body began on his wrist and then it disappeared into his sleeve. He smirked at the design.
“How fitting,” He mused.
He then turned on his heel and began to walk toward the front of the wrecked town. The wind chimes continued to play their rusted out tune as the stranger looked over the rest of the worn out place.

“This place will most certainly do,” He said, with a nod of satisfaction.
The figure took one last glance around the town.
“Donovan,” A sultry voice purred behind him.
He whipped his head around to see a woman he knew all to well.
“Sythnyn,” He mumbled and she smiled seductively at him.
“It’s good to see you haven’t forgotten me,” She said, giving him that look of hers that melted him.

Snapping out of his daze his expression hardened.
“What do you want?” He demanded.
She looked . . . Amused? Why was she amused by this question?
“Nenin is tired of waiting,” She said, the seduction in her voice never leaving.
Donovan’s expression did not change but his mind was racing.
“Tell her I shall return soon, and with good news.” He said with a nod.
Sythnyn didn’t leave.
“Go,” He ordered but she still did not move.
“Why do you not want me around anymore, Donovan?” She asked, looking slightly hurt.
His expression softened for a moment before returning to the stern gaze he had previously been maintaining.
“It’s too dangerous for you, Sythnyn. Now get out of here, before Nenin sends someone to find me.” He growled.
He could’ve sworn he saw tears pool in the demons eyes.
“Fine,” She snapped and turned on her heel.
The heels of her boots made a clacking sound as they hit the pavement. Her footsteps echoes through the town as she walked away, each step fading into the night until the sounds disappeared all together.

Donovan began to grow frustrated with himself. Nenin had taken everything he’d cared about in his life. Letting out a low growl he turned around and stormed out of the empty town. He walked for a while before coming upon a large stone wall. It didn’t make much sense for the wall to be here, in the middle of an open area but it was here. He pressed a hand against the wall and it began to glow red hot. He hissed in pain but didn’t move as the dragon tattoo on the back of his hand began to move. Slowly but surely it made its way down his arm, the head making contact with the cold wall.

Donovan had to do everything in his power not to scream out in pain as the dragon finally detached itself from his skin and began to crawl up the wall. The dragon slithered toward an insignia at the top of the wall and then it curled itself around the odd symbol. The insignia looked like a living fire. There was no other way to describe it as the lines had swirled like flames, and they looked just as deadly as fire itself.

The wall turned a deep black and then began to swirl with a dark smoke. A purple glow emanated from inside the smoke, Donovan hesitated slightly before stepping in. As he walked in he noticed things had changed since he’d last been here.
“Nysuv-usk,” He mumbled and shuddered.
The place was downright creepy to say the least. The fires weren’t red they were a deep violet, and the carvings on the wall’s eyes seemed to follow your every move. This place could be one hell of a Haunted House that I’ve seen those humans make, Donovan thought as he walked down the long corridor.

His hands shook uncontrollably as he approached a large door. It was a deep black with large gold handles, molded into the shape of intricate dragon heads. He shuddered at the sight. This place gave him the creeps. He managed to get his hands to stop shaking as he reached for the handle. He pushed it forward gently and the door swung open. A blast of freezing air hit Donovan immediately. He shuddered again before stepping into the room that was even creepier than the hall leading up to the room. It was a large open area with a high-domed ceiling, a black crystal chandelier hung from a very thin chain.

On the floor was an array of carvings, most of them of demons and dragons, carved into the marble floor. Around the round room, torches were mounted on the wall still burning their violet flames. But the scariest part of the entire room was the high-backed throne on the other side of the room. At the top of the throne there was yet another dragon head carved into it but its eyes burned a bright violet. They seemed to bore their way into your soul. Donovan averted its gaze just to meet one equally frightening.



“Donovan, it’s great to have you back,” Said the woman seated in the throne.
She wore knee-high lace up boots, a pair of black leggings that had black metal armor hanging above it near her hips, and a black tunic, with this she also wore thin black armor. To apparently compensate for her lack of clothing she wore a deep purple cloak that would drag behind her if she were to stand up.
“Nenin,” He said with a bow toward the demon.
She smiled evilly as she let her gaze linger over him for another long moment.
“How long has it been since we’ve spoken, Donovan?” She asked, drumming her fingers on the wood armrest of the throne.

If one was to truly describe Nenin they’d have to search through every dictionary ever created to find a fitting adjective. She had tan skin instead of the ghostly white that most demons were. Her eyes were a pale purple that seemed to strike fear to one’s core. She was slightly skinny but not so you could see each one of her ribs if you just glanced at her. Her hair was long and silky. The color was never easy to place. Some people said it looked like it was dark blue, others said it looked like it was a very dark shade of indigo, and most claimed that it was just black. Not one person could truly be sure of what color her hair was.

She increased the speed of her drumming fingernails. Each one was long and sharpened; they looked as deadly as knives.
“I think it’s been 3 years,” Donovan finally replied, looking as nervous as ever.
Seeing him like this caused Nenin to grin.
“I won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She said, giving him an innocent look which was oddly well done for a demon such as her.
“W-What about Sythnyn, are you going to do anything to her?” Donovan said, stuttering slightly at the beginning.
Nenin furrowed her brow.
“Why would you accuse me of hurting Sythnyn?” She asked, trying to maintain innocence in her voice but failing quite miserably.
“Because you’ve done it before, now tell me, are you going to hurt Sythnyn?!” Donovan demanded strongly.
This was when Nenin had to regain her control over this demon. She stood up quickly and marched over to him. She placed a finger on his chest and pushed him backward until he hit a wall. Even though Donovan could’ve easily fought back against the push, that nail had venom in it that was even more deadly than a viper’s. One injection of this and the creature would die in a minute, humans and demons alike.

“Listen well Donovan because I’m not going to repeat myself,” Nenin growled fiercely at him. “If you defy another one of my orders, if you postpone another mission, if you dare break any of my rules, you will be hunted down and brought back to me where I will kill your beloved Sythnyn and then I will kill you, slowly. I will ensure that both of your deaths will be long, painful, and merciless. Am I clear on this?” She snarled, her voice taking on a hiss with each word she uttered.
When Donovan didn’t reply she growled and began to press her nail into his chest and he shrieked, “Fine, alright, I’ll do as you want!”
Nenin smirked cruelly and stepped back.
“I’m glad you could see it my way. We don’t want any . . . accidents, now do we?”
Donovan gulped quietly, trying to hide the fear that was eating away at his insides and he did as good a job of hiding this as Nenin did with faking the innocent look. It was not good to show weakness in front of Nenin because she’d snap you up the moment you did, like a lion waiting in the tall grasses of the savannah hungrily eyeing the clueless gazelle, the moment the creature made a mistake its only chance was to run and usually it didn’t make it far.

He shook his head meekly and Nenin smiled in satisfaction at what she’d accomplished. She turned around, her long flowing hair sweeping like a curtain behind her.
“Good,” She said with a nod before reclaiming her spot on her throne.
“Now, I suggest you leave before you anger me further.” She said, her voice sounding sinister and evil as she spoke these words.
Donovan quickly scurried out of the room and nearly ran down the hall.

His breathing was rapid and each breath hurt but he paid no mind to the pain. He just had to get the hell out of this place and away from Nenin. His hands were trembling and his body shuddered as he walked but he continued to walk.
“Please let me get out of here alive,” He mumbled to some unknown force.
Finally, he reached the place where he’d come in. He quickly disappeared into the wall, appearing on the other side moments later. He pressed his hand to the wall and let the dragon tattoo slither back onto his arm. He then turned around and stormed away from the wall.

The thoughts that currently occupied his mind were confusing to say the least. He knew he had to keep Sythnyn safe, at all costs. But the other side of his restless mind screamed at him to try to defy Nenin’s every order. He growled low in his throat and stopped abruptly on the road. Why had things always been so complicated in Donovan’s life? Why couldn’t he be like the happy humans that he sees on his constant travels? It would certainly benefit his sanity, to know that a calm and peaceful death awaited him in old age. But for a demon, much less a draconic demon spawn, he could be comforted by no such thought. He was doomed to die a gruesome, bloody, violent death.

He clenched his fists so tightly he felt warm blood drip over his fingers and he tightened them still. Why had such an awful fate befallen him? Some days he thought it would’ve been better if he’d just let Nenin kill him. Then he’d have to slap himself mentally for being an addle-brained fool. He did have someone he loved, Sythnyn. She was his one true love and just his luck that she is a draconic demon spawn as well. But that also put her in danger, in danger of Nenin’s ruthless fury.

Nenin. Just at the mention of that name his blood boiled. She’d taken everything from him. Everything that Donovan had held dear to him had been destroyed so Nenin could get to Donovan. The blood continued to trickle over his fingers as he dug his sharpened nails even further into his palms. He was on the verge of another break down, when his memories and fury would overwhelm him and he’s black out. When he came to he would hear about the hell that he’d brought down upon a Human village. No, he thought, not here not now. Please. “Donovan,” A voice purred and he let out a sigh of relief when he turned around to see Sythnyn. Just the sight of her calmed him greatly and soon any threat of a break down faded into memory. The moment Sythnyn saw the look in his eyes her eyes widened and she rushed up to him, taking his hands into hers and inspecting the damage on his palms. “What did she do to get you so mad this time?” Sythnyn asked, her voice taking on a caring and concerned tone.

He sighed quietly and bit his lip, earning a glare from Sythnyn.
“Stop that,” She scolded. “You already have the cuts on your palms; we don’t need you hurting yourself anymore.” Her voice started off stern but quickly retreated into a deep concern for him.
He sighed and stopped biting his lip to reply to her question she’d asked a moment previous, “She threatened that if I didn’t do as she ordered or I tried to defy anything she told me to do she’d have you executed in front of me and then she’d kill me.” His voice was quiet and sad as he spoke.

Sythnyn let out a small shriek of fear and shock.
“S-She’d do that?” Sythnyn asked weakly.
Donovan’s only reply was a grim nod. She quickly regained her bearings and went to work on fixing Donovan’s wounds. She had her pack with her so she took out some linen bandages and wrapped up the middle of his hands.
“There,” She said with a weak smile. “That should hold you until you get to Nameen’s.” Sythnyn reassured him with a small nod.

Once again, he saw bloody tears pool in the demons eyes.
“Sythnyn, don’t cry,” He whispered, placing a gentle hand on her cheek.
It was obvious she was choking back sobs.
“D-Donovan, please don’t leave me again. I-I thought you died last time you left. Please,” She pleaded desperately with him.
It felt like someone had stabbed his heart and sadly, he knew what that felt like.
“Sythnyn,” He started but she cut him off with a pleading glance.
The look said, don’t leave me again, I’ll die if you do.

No normal person would’ve been able to get this from such a glance but Donovan knew Sythnyn well enough to interpret every part of her body language. They didn’t have to speak, for them actions spoke louder than words but it was taken in a more literal sense in their relationship. You never knew if Nenin was watching you so they relied heavily on being able to know what the other was thinking. This form of silent communication was something Donovan was grateful for.

He tensed slightly as he uttered the next words, “Fine, I won’t leave you.” Sythnyn looked more than relieved. He relaxed his muscles as she pulled him into a tight embrace. “I love you Sythnyn, more than anything in the world. Which is why I have to protect you,” He said, pulling away and taking her face in his hands. “Sythnyn, I’m going to do something eventually that is going to get me killed. If I do the slightest thing to make Nenin mad, run away. Don’t ever let her catch you. And be strong for. . .” His voice cracked as this came up. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, “For the baby.” Sythnyn felt tears well in her eyes again. “I wanted to tell you Donovan, I really did but. . .” Donovan nodded understandingly.

It’d happened last month, he’d planned it as a happy reunion but things went a little farther than he’d planned. “Trust me, Nenin won’t ever get to you. I promise,” He said, looking directly into her deep red eyes. She couldn’t manage to get the words out. All she could do was mouth Thank you and Donovan shook his head. “There’s no need to thank me,” He said and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers softly.

The kiss was full of care and comfort, unlike the other kisses that they had shared which were usually passionate and hungry. This kiss was meant to calm the both of them, and it did. After a moment they pulled apart and Donovan just held Sythnyn close to him, his arms wrapped around her as if to shield her from every evil the world had to offer. Sythnyn buries her face in his chest, enveloping herself in his warmth. “Come on,” He whispered. “We have to get home.” She pulled away grudgingly but smiled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

He led her away from the area. They walked quite a distance before they arrived at the town he’d been in before he met with Nenin, the same place where he and Sythnyn had had their more recent conflict. “What is this place?” Sythnyn asked, looking up at him. He smiled softly. “Our new home,” He replied and then looked back at the town. It was beaten and worn down but when Donovan led her farther back in there was a house in the back of the town that looked new. It was a comfortable little two floor home . . . It was perfect for the three of them.

Donovan, Sythnyn and their child, Donovan had always feared having children. He never wanted to bring another child into this cruel society but with Sythnyn by his side he was sure that he could do anything. “Why don’t we get some sleep?” Sythnyn suggested and Donovan agreed with a small yawn. Sythnyn smiled and the two walked into the house. They took their shoes off as they entered and then locked the door behind themselves.

Sythnyn and Donovan made their way up to their room and undressed. They didn’t bother putting on any nightclothes. They simply crawled into bed next to each other and relaxed in the warmth of the other’s arms. He held Sythnyn close to him and she curled up against his bare body. He twirled a small bit of her dark brown hair around his finger as she chuckled softly against his chest. Before the deep void of sleep pulled Sythnyn into its grasp she managed to whisper, “I love you,” In a quiet voice. Then her breathing became slow and even as she fell asleep. Sleep claimed Donovan a little while later but it was a fitful one at that, filled with nightmares about Nenin killing Sythnyn and their unborn child.

I meant original and detailed sorry >.<