The Daemon That Guards My Soul (part 1)
(This is the story I’m working on now. I’ll post the rest when I finish the first chapter. Tell me what you guys think :) )
I sigh, sprawled out on my stomach. I can’t sleep, too sore from earlier. Those punks got a few good hits in despite Ietzik’s best efforts.
Ietzik is my guardian. My guardian daemon to be precise. Why a daemon? My father insisted on it, saying angels are too conniving.
Oh, well. Having a supernatural creature watch over me is pretty damn cool regardless. And he’s not so bad.
“Still awake?” Iet walks back into the room from the balcony, blood on his lips.
“Really?.. Don’t get blood everywhere..”
He grunts and wipes his mouth on a gloved hand.
“And yes, I’m still awake. Those jerks really did a number on me..” I hate admitting this to the wendigo, but he’s always been honest with me, if a bit vague at times.
He nods and leans against the wall near my bed, “I’m aware. Sorry, I hadn’t eaten in a while. I was groggy.”
I sigh, knowing that that was partly my fault. I hate when he feeds in front of me, considering his..less than pleasant diet..humans. Sure, he could live on other meats, but there are two cons: they don’t sate his hunger very long, and they have to be really fresh and raw.
Iet slips his gloves off and looks at his black claws, humming faintly, some haunting tune, though it’s oddly relaxing..Hmm..I love this song..
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I wake with a start, a clawed hand on my shoulder.
“C'mon. Up,” Iet steps back slightly as I sit up.
I yawn loudly, “…What?”
“Those idiots are outside. You need to leave.” His light purple eyes glint in dawn’s light, and hair several shades darker falls to partly obscure the left one. He shoves my shirt at me.
I slip it and a pair of black slacks on quickly, getting up.
He roughly forces my boots on my feet and walks out, dragging me after him.
I nearly have to jog just to keep up with him.
