No, I dont know why all these bad things happen to people when they are eighteen, or twenty-one, I guess thats just the way things go down. Personally I believe that its up to the demon, but thats just speculation. Even Nekal, when asked about why, he said he was just bored and wanted something to do.
Anyways, I was twenty-one, officially, that very day, and instead of going out with friends, or something to that effect I simply stayed at home and slept. Twenty-one, back then, didnt mean much, seeing as when you were eighteen you were allowed in the local tavern for your first drink. no, my only thought was get some sleep, because I had nothing to do but train, train, and train some more later that afternoon.
The training was simple, I had grown up training myself mentally, and now it was time for physically. Being marked by the demon I was naturally fit, and exercising was key everyday, but now I needed more definition if I was too be worthy to be a host for the demon. It involved lots of martial arts combat training and lots of running, while my teacher sat back and watched with relative dis-interest.
Seeing as it was my birthday, and I simply was tired from the previous days work out session I had asked my teacher, if I could simply sleep the day away. My adoptive father had dinner plans for me to night and I wanted to be well rested, and look nice for it. My tecaher scoffed, called me a child and did something I still belive triggered Nekal. He struck me. No one had struck me with such venom and anger before, and when he did something inside me snapped.
"My first mortal victim in years. I will take pleasure in taking his life."
Those were the last words I said, almost in a hiss, before I retreated, and not of my own will, into the back of my mind. For the first time I had truly felt pain, I had truly felt terror, as Nekal took the wheel. Its a scary thought when you think you will always be in control, and then, without so much as a warning your cast aside, and something new takes control.
My teacher, and that is all I shall call him because I dont remember his name, looked at me as if I was a silly fool. He was looking at my face and didnt notice that I was in fact, transfortming right in front of him, or rather, my arm was. It was growing thicker, the muscles bulged as my hand became a paw with long deadly claws, he actually rose a hand to strike me again when he noticed my arm suddenly white with fur.
It was the first time I saw a look of sheer terror on someones face. As those claws ripped through my teachers upper chest, and neck. That would be the last time I saw my teacher, as I turned away to start towards the village. My arm turning back to normal, Nekal didnt want to reveal himself yet, no, not until he was in the center, and he knew whose blood he first wanted to taste.
My adoptive fathers.
Anyways, I was twenty-one, officially, that very day, and instead of going out with friends, or something to that effect I simply stayed at home and slept. Twenty-one, back then, didnt mean much, seeing as when you were eighteen you were allowed in the local tavern for your first drink. no, my only thought was get some sleep, because I had nothing to do but train, train, and train some more later that afternoon.
The training was simple, I had grown up training myself mentally, and now it was time for physically. Being marked by the demon I was naturally fit, and exercising was key everyday, but now I needed more definition if I was too be worthy to be a host for the demon. It involved lots of martial arts combat training and lots of running, while my teacher sat back and watched with relative dis-interest.
Seeing as it was my birthday, and I simply was tired from the previous days work out session I had asked my teacher, if I could simply sleep the day away. My adoptive father had dinner plans for me to night and I wanted to be well rested, and look nice for it. My tecaher scoffed, called me a child and did something I still belive triggered Nekal. He struck me. No one had struck me with such venom and anger before, and when he did something inside me snapped.
"My first mortal victim in years. I will take pleasure in taking his life."
Those were the last words I said, almost in a hiss, before I retreated, and not of my own will, into the back of my mind. For the first time I had truly felt pain, I had truly felt terror, as Nekal took the wheel. Its a scary thought when you think you will always be in control, and then, without so much as a warning your cast aside, and something new takes control.
My teacher, and that is all I shall call him because I dont remember his name, looked at me as if I was a silly fool. He was looking at my face and didnt notice that I was in fact, transfortming right in front of him, or rather, my arm was. It was growing thicker, the muscles bulged as my hand became a paw with long deadly claws, he actually rose a hand to strike me again when he noticed my arm suddenly white with fur.
It was the first time I saw a look of sheer terror on someones face. As those claws ripped through my teachers upper chest, and neck. That would be the last time I saw my teacher, as I turned away to start towards the village. My arm turning back to normal, Nekal didnt want to reveal himself yet, no, not until he was in the center, and he knew whose blood he first wanted to taste.
My adoptive fathers.
