Wisp

[Happy Holidays starter]

“Something something Marry Christmas.. Mind helping me out over here now?”

// Hehe art (yes this is my art account)

“There are some people who don’t deserve a chance like that. Those are the type of people you should be going for. Not everyone can be redeemed.” Wisp stares at the wall, his tail curling up behind him.

“The sooner you accept that the easier it’ll get.

“Well your soul belongs to the man himself. You’re a lawyer though, maybe you can find a loophole. Right? You guys do that a lot, yeah?” Wisp shrugs.

“Send people to their damnation, that’s what a lot of us have to do.” People in general? People as in those who deserve it. He’s giving subtle hints.

“Adjust, focus on that energy.” Wisp sits on the edge of the bed, leaving space between them. “Any questions you may have I will do my best to answer.”

“There are ways to conceal this form. I used this sort of technique back in the ministry I worked for. Had to go out to a lot of public events, and I couldn’t exactly show off my demon traits to the common eye. It made me look human.” Wisp pulls away.

“It’s possible, but not a permanent solution.”

“…You’re allowed to be..upset. Angry. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t tried to rip my throat out or something.” He takes a deep breath.

“Emotions may be harder to regulate, but at least you don’t have to deal with humans needs like sleeping.”

“Good.” Short, simple. Wisp’s eyes flicker across Matt’s face to his horns. “You posses a greater power now. You are stronger and faster than you were as human.”

He leaned in, his horns brushing against Matt’s. “You’ll learn to control it all in due time.”

“Yeah.. I know. Your body isn’t used to that intense heat. You’ll get used to it.” His voice lowers. He moved closer so Matt could feel him.

“Your armor is an extension of you. You can summon it away, bring it back. Concentrate, will it.”

Wisp pushes Matt to sit on the edge of the bed. “You can’t be in denial. You can’t ignore the flames.” His hands remain on Matt’s shoulders. “These horns don’t go away.”

“Get better?” His face hardens, he grabs Matt’s shoulder, turning him to face him. “You don’t just get better from this! You don’t get better from losing your soul!” He growled.

Wisp pokes Matt in the chest. “Feel that? You aren’t human, you’re a demon.”

“Go away? That’s not how it works Matt.” He goes to follow. “Leaving you alone in this state wouldn’t be beneficial. You’re still weak and this body is somewhat new.”

His tail sways slowly. He turns his head away. Wisp was never well equipped to deal with high emotions. That was more of his brother’s territory. “Your life with change more than that.”

“My fault? I didn’t kill him, you did. The blood was on your hands. I just talked a little for you to finally get the point across.” Wisp shows no remorse in his voice. He couldn’t.

“Quit crying, you’ll end up burning and scarring your skin.”

“Saying it over and over again won’t change anything. I did stab you, that’s a fact. I’m not ashamed.” Wisp grabs Matt’s arm, hoisting him up.

“Your friend? You were never going to reach him after what you did.”

Wisp comes forward, his tail circling around himself. “You probably did. Traveling through hell might do that to a person.” He stops right beside Matt, observing.

“Good, your body didn’t combust upon the transformation. Means you’re strong enough to contain it.”

Wisp was watching from the corner. He had brought Matt’s body back to his apartment, just laying him out in the middle of the living room. Waiting. Watching.

And now he’s back. Wisp doesn’t speak yet, he needed to make sure the transformation worked.

“Shhh..” Wisp stares down at Matt. His expression indifferent, but deep down a part of him would forever hate himself. “Go my sweet devil. I’ll be waiting.” He lays Matt down, as he stands up. A spark of flames circle around his body.

“You’ll be born again.”

“Forgive me for I have sinned.” He whispered before plunging the blade into Matt’s back.

Wisp pulls Matt down to the ground with him, holding him close. “That’s what you’re probably saying..”

And when the act is complete Wisp would emerge from the shadows. His eyes glowing a faint red. It’s done. He did it.

Wisp pulls out a blade seemingly from thin air. He runs his fingers along the sharp edge as he steps up behind Matt.

Oh if that didn’t piss Wisp off more. He refrains from causing any destruction even though he really wants to. He doesn’t. He has to follow Matt.

This feeling is tugging at him. Something is going to happen, and he needs to be prepared. Wisp takes to the shadows, traveling in his own space.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?! You’re not—!” Wisp bites back the hint of concern. He slams his fist against the floor before getting up.

“You’re a goddamn fool..” he hissed. He pushes his hair back in frustration. Wisp takes a few deep breaths before following.

That seems to set Wisp off. He grabs Matt’s wrists and forces them to both tumble to the ground. Crashing against the table then the floor. “Yeah?! Face it, your way is failing! Your friend is dead, the system did nothing, and he’s still on the loose.”

“You’re just mad I’m telling the truth.”

“How well has that been going out for you? Putting your hands in the system? Why isn’t he behind bars right now then?! The only way to keep your stupid city safe is to make sure he can never come back.” Wisp wasn’t backing down.

“Yeah, he probably is waiting with more blood on his hands.”

“Our deal.” Wisp corrects him. “You had him? You got shot in the head. Your stupid mask being the only thing that kept you alive.” He walks back to Matt, standing in front of him.

“Turn him in? You think that’s gonna last? What if he gets out? He’ll probably kill your other friends in retaliation.”

“Don’t thank me. I was just making sure your dumbass didn’t die before fulfilling the deal. I’m doing my job.” His tone was rather harsh.

Wisp moves away, tail lashing behind him. “You made an idiot move! Nearly dying. Don’t take this as me caring, if you died then it’s my skin on the line.”

Wisp holds Matt close. He buries the man’s head against his chest, his clawed fingers going through his hair. “I know. You’re shaking.”

‘What are you doing?’ Wisp furrows his eyebrows. “Focus. You’ve done this before, this isn’t new to you.”

Wisp’s eyes shot open. If he had a heart, it would be racing right now. The ghoul sits up, his eyes zeroing in on Matt’s struggling form.

“Shit, it’s back isn’t it.” He says more like a statement rather than a question. Wisp gets up, taking Matt into his arms. “I’m right here.”

The night seemed to progress with no improvement in sight. Wisp would check every hour or so for this.

It wasn’t until near the morning, maybe around 5AM, when every sound hits Matt’s ears like a train. Unexpected, loud, and overwhelming.

“Uh huh..” Wisp closes his own eyes. He doesn’t need to sleep, but letting his body relax and get close to that sleeping sensation helps preserve his energy. It also makes him warmer like one big heating pad.