Demon in My Mind

Prologue

Damien Eau's entire life had been pre-determined for him, from the moment of his birth until the day he decided to change his fate and to change his destiny. Of course, Damien could not take all of the credit for such a venture. His life changing moment had come because of a girl, a human girl with beautiful green eyes and a pure, genuine soul. She changed his life forever and little did she know, she began a revolt among the aquademonis demons in the lowest depths of Hell.

Who is Damien Eau? That, of course, is a logical question. However, it is not so easily answered. Here you will find his own personal account of what happened before the revolt, a revolt in which he was captured and made an example of. This account is meant to teach a lesson. What lesson? Well, that is for you to decide. All that can be said is that Damien Eau began life as a typical, selfish demon and ended it, well, you will see.

The story you are about to read begins at Atlantica Charter School. This school was a facade from the very moment it was founded on June 6, 1906 or 06/06/06. Atlantica Charter School was marketed as a prestigious boarding school for brilliant and talented students. These students were talented, not in the conventional sense, but in terms of athletics. The school promised to groom the students to be Olympic athletes, boasting that 70% of all students made a name for themselves. However, they never specified that that name was in sports. In fact, 0% of the students ever made it to the Olympics. Actually, 0% of the students at Atlantica Charter School even made it out alive, or at least alive as humans.

You may wonder how this is possible. How could hundreds of students each year die or disappear without anyone noticing. Well, that is an easy answer. Once inside the school, the students' parents and those who knew the students, end up with their memories wiped by demon hypnosis. The students remain clueless. They are never aware that there's a reason their parents don't write or ask them to come home weekends. They are told it is simply policy and commitment to their sport that keeps them from visiting home on holidays. The staff, all of them demons, fabricated letters and phone calls from parents. The students at the school have never been made aware of what was happening. At least they weren't aware of it until Damien Eau changed everything.

Yes, Damien's name has come up yet again. Why? Well, he is important. However, if you wish to know more, you must read on. The basics have been foretold. The rest is in Damien's own hands, in his own story.

Chapter One

I sat on the diving board, watching the girls swim team practice below. I had my eye on one girl in particular. I had been watching her for some time now, awaiting the opportunity to claim her, to make her mine. Her swimsuit was gray, the color that all unclaimed girls wore at this boarding school. That was perfect because it meant that she could quite easily become mine. The only real obstacle was when and how I wanted this to happen.

The girl's name was Joanna. I had heard the name stated multiple times in the hallways, at practices and in the dining hall. She was a sprite and happy girl, with bright red hair, freckles and beautiful green eyes. There was no doubt that she had Irish blood in her, yet that didn't matter to me. Honestly, her beauty alone was enough to draw attention to her, but her smell only made it better. Yes, her smell. I had an enhanced sense of smell and I could smell her very essence. Not to mention, I could tell that she was innocent and sweet, caring and kind, all of the traits that made a human girl so sweet.

I had been watching Joanna for at least a month, seeing who she interacted with, gauging times when she was commonly alone, and learning all I could about her. So far, I knew this: One, Joanna is a twin and her twin sister is just as beautiful as she is. Two, she is fifteen years old, newly fifteen. Three, she is a virgin. Four, she is a talented swimmer and one of the best on her team. Five, she was going to be mine. There wasn't much else to know. I learned of her family, I learned of her schedule and I decided within one day of watching her that I would not allow anyone but myself to claim her. She would be the first girl I claimed at this charter school. I had come of age and now I was allowed to join in on the fun my siblings and father had. I had scouted Joanna out since before I came of age and I knew she would be the first of many girls I would be able to call mine. In fact, I had scared other demons away from her, pretended to be a fan of hers. I had planned it all out. Now it was simply time to execute my plan.

So, I waited for the perfect moment. As I watched her swim, I imagined what she would be like underwater when I had her in my lair and when I cocooned her, preparing her for the eggs that would birth my children. I wondered if she would fight me or if she would become so entranced she came willingly. Not all girls were the same. Some were easy to capture, their minds easy to bend. Others were strong willed and often needed a little persuasion to come along. I wondered which Joanna would be. For my own sake, I hoped she would be easy. She was my first and I wanted it to go smoothly. I wanted to be able to brag to my father and my siblings about my wonderful catch. However, humans were unpredictable and I had no idea what awaited me with Joanna or any human I chose to take as mine.

As I watched, I saw Joanna getting out of the pool. I watched her waving to her teammates and heading to the locker room to change...alone. THIS was my opportunity. Doubtless she would shower. That was when she'd be the easiest target. Naked and vulnerable. She would be mine in that moment, one way or another.

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It was as she was getting out of the shower, that I changed my plans. I was above her, in the rafters. I was watching her every move with the practice I had perfected growing up in a aquademonis household. We were trained to stalk our prey. Our prey just so happened to be humans much like Joanna. So, from the moment I was able to swim and walk, I learned how to stalk and go unnoticed. So, watching her shower from above the rafters, allowing her beautiful scent to enter into my nostrils, was wonderful and it gave me a taste for what was to come.

However, I also decided that grabbing her here would not be the easiest method. Showing up in the female locker room would only spook her. She wasn't going to come easily or willingly if I snatched her from here. This would take work and right now, I wanted easy.

However, the closer I got to her, stalking her through the locker room, following her on the rafters above, the more I was tempted to just jump down and move toward her. Her smell was intoxicating, as was her beauty. My head felt dizzy and I was craving her, craving every single inch of her. However, I knew that it would have to wait. If I wanted things to go well, I would have to handle this situation carefully and make her want it just as much as I did. I had to tread lightly and the locker room was not the place to seduce her.

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The opportunity to claim Joanna came a few hours later. I stalked her through the locker room. I watched her eat dinner with her friends. I watched her go on a date. That is what led to my chance. The boy dropped her off, alone, in her dorm room just before midnight. I followed her, staying just outside the window. I could see her shadow and reflection. I knew when she was carefully undressing and slipping into the gray, knee length nightgown that was provided to her from the school. I could hear her humming to herself as she braided her long red hair. I could smell her skin, her blood, her very soul as the wind blew through the open window.

When she turned her lights off, when she closed her eyes to sleep, that is when I moved in, climbing nimbly through the window and perching on the end of her bed. I watched her as she relaxed, her breathing steadying as she entered the dreamworld.

That was when I decided to strike. Dreams are a way to enter the mind, to implant thoughts, and to enter the subconscious. I knew that if I integrated myself into Joanna's dreams there was no way she'd be able to deny or resist me. I could have her within hours or days, depending on how strong her will was. I could entrance her right into my arms.

So, I began the process. I began to hum softly. The aqudemonis are known descendants of the sirens. Our song, had power. Humming was used for luring. Singing was entrancing, the extent of the entrancement truly depended on the human's willpower. I was going to find out what Joanna's was, but first I would have to lure her in.

I watched as my humming, the sweet and seductive sound, reached Joanna's ears. She sat up in her sleep. Her eyes remained closed, but her body was reacting and moving toward me. It began at her waist, as she sat up. Then, I watched her move toward me. She began to scoot toward me on her butt. I smiled, continuing to hum and watching as her body alone reacted, her mind remaining in her dreams.

I waited until she stood on the bed before me, still asleep and yet standing ready, her hand reaching out toward my face. I grasped her hand in my own, standing and tugging her forward and against me, singing my words. "Hello there, sweetheart."

"Hello..." Her voice was high pitched and soft, barely above a whisper. Her words were breathy. Her beautiful green eyes, the eyes I had watched eyeballing the water at practices, remained closed in her sleep. She could think this was a dream, which would just make the process more fun for me.

"I've been watching you awhile now, Joanna, I want you to come with me." I told her, stroking one of her soft, unblemished cheeks with my large, slimy hand. Yes, slimy. Demons, especially aquademonis, in their natural form have scaly and slimy skin. Even when we're trying to blend with humans, our skin is slimy, almost like we've sweated far too much. The slime is addicting to the touch and attracts humans to us, just as our song does.

Joanna shivered at my touch, her entire body shaking with what I could only hope was anticipation. Honestly, humans baffled me. The complex range of emotions, their constant questioning, their strong wills...it was all very confusing. Sure, we had our own questions and I was curious about many things, but I had been born and raised to be a demon. I had been born and raised to feast on human souls, blood and flesh. I had been born and raised to control human beings and to win their souls and will for hell. I knew no different and I never really thought to question my lessons. Humans, they seemed to question absolutely everything and one emotion could often look like another emotion. That baffled me more often than not, those complex emotions. I was never allowed to feel such things myself.

"Come...with....you..." Joanna's high-pitched voice was slow, almost slurring the words as she stood before me still deeply asleep.

"Yes, come with me." I told her, moving my arms underneath her knees and picking her up as a bride does a groom on their wedding night. This would be like our wedding night. This would be the start of making Joanna mine forever more.

"I...will....come...with...you..." the words left her mouth slowly, dumbly and she simply wilted in my arms, limp as she slept.

I carried Joanna down the hall and to the pool. My powers manifested best within water. So, I knew I had to get her into the deep water, under the water. I laid her on the cool concrete for a moment, carefully undressing her as I sang a simple song to keep her asleep. The grey nightgowns the school provided were short, easy to remove. That is why they were given to the girls.

Once she was undressed, I placed a pill in her mouth and rubbed her neck to make her swallow it. The pill would enable her to breathe under the water, while I performed the task I needed. I would make her think this was a wonderful dream. Then, when she heard my voice, she would want me and I would be one step closer to having her and making her mine. What I wanted with her, that I had yet to decide. However, right now I wanted a sampling of her soul, a taste. I wanted to know if she would be worth mating with, or if she would simply be a meal.

Once my prey had swallowed the pill, I waded into the water, allowing her to float on her back. I was still singing to her, keeping her asleep and admiring her beauty as her fiery braid floated behind her and she looked so relaxed. Her scent, however, was the clincher. As her naked body became wet, her scent became stronger and it wasn't long before I was dragging her under the water with me, submerging her as I allowed my skin to grow scaley and slimy. My hands and feet became webbed. My skin grew blue, the color of aquademonis royalty, and a tail sprouted from my backside. I was now at my strongest, in my demon form and even if Joanna somehow awoke, she would be unable to resist me.

Yet, Joanna remained asleep, the green eyes I had watched for so long remaining hidden by closed eyelids. However, her body obeyed my movements and I smiled as I laid her nude form on the bottom of the pool, climbing on to straddle her and weigh her down. In that moment all I wanted was for her to see this as the perfect dream. As I touched her pale skin and fingered her clit, teasing her, I couldn't help but smile as her body reacted. She was shivering and shaking. A soft moan escaped her lips. Yet, my song kept her asleep. This would be like a dream for her, yet my voice and my body would call to her, making her a much easier target. I would leave her virginity in tact, but I would spend all night caressing her body with slime, singing to her and teasing her. She would awake in her bed, wet, but otherwise just as she had fallen asleep.