Toxic Illusions

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Ria isn't your ordinary demon of the mist. For one, he's fabulously flaming. And then there's the fact that his mother is a cat. We join Ria on his quest to break the spell put on his mother, getting the added bonuses of watching him save the world and fall in love. [This story contains boy-boy love scenes, and if that bothers you, then that's your problem.]

Summary

Ria isn't your ordinary demon of the mist. For one, he's fabulously flaming. And then there's the fact that his mother is a cat.
We join Ria on his quest to break the spell put on his mother, getting the added bonuses of watching him save the world and fall in love.
[This story contains boy-boy love scenes, and if that bothers you, then that's your problem.]

Chapter1 (v.1) - Toxic Illusions

Author Chapter Note

Ria isn't your ordinary demon of the mist. For one, he's fabulously flaming. And then there's the fact that his mother is a cat. We join Ria on his quest to break the spell put on his mother, getting the added bonuses of watching him save the world and fall in love. [This story contains boy-boy love scenes, and if that bothers you, then that's your problem.]

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 16, 2013

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Chapter One:
 
 
 
 
It was 1819, and magick was all anyone was thinking about. Evalyna Miaki was no different than anyone else. Her life was all about magick; magick charms, magick spells, and magick people. That’s why she ended up in this entire predicament. She was a beautiful woman, looking much like a gypsy in many aspects. Her hair was waist length and silky black, with bangs curling slightly around her face. She adored anything gold or silver, especially bells. Wherever she went, she was always followed by the faint tinkling of the bells she wore hidden under her dress. 
She lived for her family, a husband Ohriya and son Rialou. Her son Rialou had always been spoiled. The family was pretty well off, and Evalyna loved to buy the latest toys for him. That kind of spending wasn’t good for the budget though. As he got older, the family’s money grew dreadfully sparser. By the time of Rialou’s twenty-first birthday, his parents could only afford to buy him one present per year. Evalyna was determined to make sure it was the best present he had ever received, even with the monetary limits.
Two days before his birthday, Evalyna began her quest for the perfect gift. She searched for almost an entire day with no luck. There wasn’t anything good enough for her precious son. She was almost ready to give up for the day and head back to her home, but decided on one last store. Evalyna made the mistake that evening of entering the store on the corner, a magickal items shop with no name on its sign. She picked out beautiful necklace for Rialou. It was a round black stone, shaped like a ring. Within the ring was a delicately carved silver wolf, baying at a nonexistent moon. It caught her attention like a magnet, drawing her in. Even at twice what she had wanted to spend, she bought it anyway. 
The man behind the counter is a key character in this little story. As Evalyna purchased the pendant, something went wrong. The man took her by the hand and pulled her close. With his free hand, he traced a black star against the pale skin of her forehead. In his wake, a small black star was permanently left displayed on her skin. This small event would later lead to two hundred yeas of trouble for the Miaki family. 
Evalyna paid no mind to the star, thinking a simple mark wouldn’t hurt a thing. She just tied a kerchief around her head to conceal it. Still as happy as a lark, she gave her son the necklace on his birthday. As soon as Rialou slipped the cord around his neck, everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. Black mist exploded from the center of the stone, fogging the entire room with suffocating darkness. Rialou was absorbed into the stone, sucked away into his own mind.
That’s where he found out that the wolf on the pendant wasn’t a wolf at all. It was truly a hell hound imprisoned within the stone. His fur was mange ridden, thin as fuzz on a peach and bald in spots, revealing his sickly gray-green skin. Several trains of stitches marred his body, seeming to be the only thing holding him together. His jaw was dislocated, unhinged and hanging loosely. His tongue was almost a foot long, lolling grotesquely from his mouth. 
It said its name was_____. It told Rialou that it meant no harm, that Rialou would be safe. It told Rialou of his new abilities, powers Rialou would be able to use on his own free will. The power to vaporize into a cloud of black mist, reforming anywhere he should please; the power to form his body into any black animal he could imagine; the power to be stronger and faster than any human; and the power of charming his way into virtually anyone’s heart. The only catch, immortality. At no point would he be able to perish, whether it be by his own hand or another.  
When Rialou returned to his own realm, he found that his mother had suffered a seizure and passed away. The star on her forehead faded away minutes after she was dead. Rialou was heartbroken and spent the next three days locked away in his home. He prayed to every god he could think of, begging them to lift this curse from him. Once, he even tried to kill himself but failed. The slits he made on his wrists poured mist instead of blood. 
That evening, there was a scratching at the door. Rialou answered it to find a small cat at his door. The creature was white with a solid black star between its eyes. Around it’s neck, a silver bell. 
Our story picks up 200 years later in a remote area in a realm unknown to most humans. The name of the realm is Kajinthrea, which means ‘the deceitful souls of our brothers’ in elfin. It is where Evalyna lived and died and her son Rialou still roams. The area Rialou lives in is secluded between two mountains and the ocean. It is blocked off from most civilization, consisting of only two small towns. The larger town is known as Phoenix Drop Off, a town built in the large valley between the mountains. Dead Man’s Cove is the other town, spanning down the shore for around forty miles. Both places are filled with the supernatural; everything from demons and angels to werewolves and vampyres. If it exists in legend, then it exists in Kajinthrea, the land of deceitful souls.
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The window of the bar was fogged over from both inside and out. Outside, the rain washed it in a gray mist that clung to everything, dense enough to give anyone a case of claustrophobia. Inside, muck from years of sweat and booze filmed the glass with a dusty brown glare. Ria frowned, watching the bar goers through the clouded window. 
His hair was plastered to his face, the rain smoothing down the black and purple streaks with incessant pattering. The shirt he wore was soaked thoroughly, a plaid button up opened to reveal his pale muscled chest. Ria dreaded the idea of having to go in there. He hated the humans of Dead Man’s Cove as much as a dog hates ticks. However, he clenched his jaw and pushed the door open. 
Not many patrons were in the bar this late and during a storm: a couple sat at the first booth against the wall, the girl emitting alcohol-induced giggling; a man sat at the back of the bar, slouched over his drink with a comatose expression; and three or four guys sat under the TV, the screen displaying a football game with subtitles in elfin. 
Ria took a seat at the opposite end of the bar. He bent his head down, hair dripping small beads of water onto the freshly polished counter. Suddenly, someone slid a napkin under him, the drops that fell now being soaked into the crisp white paper. “Try not to make a mess, bud.” The voice was female with an odd twang to it. Ria looked up to inspect the bar tender. She was pretty but not gorgeous; her hair was dirty blonde and pulled into a messy ponytail, her eyes a dull blue, and her figure a little to wide at the hips and to small at the waist. Her name tag read ‘Noree.’ 
“Sorry, ma’am. Get me a Winter-Mint Daiquiri.” His voice was quiet, but the look on her face told him that she had heard. Ria had ordered an elfin drink, and it was the elves version of Strawberry Daiquiri. Any man who ordered one was quickly pegged as ‘gay.’ That was okay though, because Ria was in fact gay. 
“No one from around here orders those. You an elf or something?” She pouted at him, her bulbous lips to red and glossed with oil. Down in Dead Man’s Cove, the humans weren’t so accepting of elves, demons, or magicians. 
Ria raised an eyebrow slightly. “Do these ears look pointed to you, ma’am? No? Good. Now can I get the drink or not?” His voice was curt. After a day chasing down demons through a thunderstorm, Noree was lucky he wasn’t down right hostile. She screwed her face up in new-found hatred for Ria but turned to the drink counter anyway. Ria watched as she pulled down a bottle of something looking much like lemonade, along with a fancier bottle of something looking like 2% milk. Ria zoned out as she mixed the drink, consumed in his own thoughts. 
He had spent the entire day roaming Dead Man’s Cove alone. Supposedly, there was someone new in the area. That would explain all the demon activity breaking out across the area. If someone new were in the area, Ria would have to catch them quickly. There was a delicate balance in the two towns, and it would be hell if anything angered the hoards of magickal beings residing there. Already today, Ria had been forced to dispose of two very large winged serpents. That was something Ria hoped wouldn’t become an every day thing.
The sound of his drink glass being set on the counter snapped him out of his thoughts. Noree pursed her lips and held out a hand, expecting him to fork over his cash. Ria raised one eyebrow and put his hand on his glass. “You’ll get the money before I leave, but not right now.”
The girl opened her mouth to object, but a small tinkling interrupted her. A man had come through the front door of the bar and was headed for the drink counter. He appeared to be battle wounded, though no lesions were visible on his body. The rain had washed some of the blood clean, but it still clumped his hair together and stained the chest of his shirt. His breathing was labored, like he was struggling to make it to the bar stool. Once he sat down, he was silent. He kept his head down and his hair in his face. Noree waited a moment to see if he would order a drink, but he stayed still. None of his clothes were ripped or mud stained, meaning he probably hadn’t been in a fight. Ria could tell that the blood was in fact the man’s though. It had the same musky scent, faintly reminding Ria of a cat. 
Finally, after almost two minutes, the man spoke in a pain-hushed voice. “Spot me a five for some whiskey?” He didn’t look to Ria when he asked the question. Ria didn’t hesitate in ordering the man a drink. From the way he looked, he definitely needed a drink. 
Ria sipped slowly at his winter-mint daiquiri as he watched Noree pull a shot glass and a crystal bottle from under the counter. She sat them in front of the bleeding man and turned away, heading back to the men gathered under the TV. 
When the man looked up to pour himself a shot, Ria saw why he had been avoiding lifting his head. Blood was trickling steadily from his mouth and nose. It ran down over his lips, over the curve of his chin and soaked into his white t-shirt. His eyes were ringed in purple, heavy bags hanging under the deep-set and hazy orbs. It was like he was wearing contacts his eyes were so fogged over. In one swift motion he turned the shot glass up and downed the whiskey. Swallowing the caustic substance, the man didn’t so much as blink. 
Ria almost spit out a mouth full of drink when the stranger turned and looked at him. More blood had begun rolling down his face. It ran quickly down over his cheeks, filling his eyes like red tears. The stranger blinked to clear his vision, but it was to no avail. With a gravely voice, he croaked a warning. “Thirty seconds. They’ve only got thirty seconds left to run.” 
Ria didn’t have any time to react like he wanted to. The ideal thing to do would have been get everyone out of the bar and lock the obviously possessed man in the bathroom. However, given only thirty seconds, all Ria did was stand up. The stranger put his head down on the bar and let out a deeply agonized moan. Slowly, the noise transformed into a throaty growl. 
Ria barely had time to shout before all hell broke loose. “Everybody, get under the tables and stay quiet!” No one really listened to him until the man exploded. Gummy bits of flesh and muscle splattered the walls like paint covered Jell-o. Blood peppered everyone around the bar like red snow. Noree’s mouth hung a gap and her eyes were wide with fear. She let out a shriek before following Ria’s orders and disappearing under the counter. 
Ria didn’t look to see if everyone else had done as they were told. His gaze was fixed on the creature that now stood where the man had just been. It was a massive red tiger with deep black eyes and two tails lashing behind it. A growl grew deep in the creatures chest, shaking the floor. 
“Come on, be a good kitty and go play in the rain or something.” Ria spoke through clenched teeth. He really didn’t feel up to another fight, but if it meant protecting these people then he had to. The tiger let out a roar and leapt forward. It dove for Ria’s chest, but faked out and fell short. Rolling to the side, it managed to catch Ria in the calf. Pain shot up his leg and he felt blood soaking into his pants. 
With silent rage, Ria turned and caught the tiger by the scruff. He hoisted the hell-beast into the air and body slammed it onto the filthy tile floor. The sound of it’s bones cracking together echoed off the walls, followed by the tigers ear-splitting roar of pain. Suddenly, it lashed out with one of its tails and caught Ria in the wounded leg. By doing that it managed to knock Ria onto the ground. With cat-like reflexes, the tiger jumped up and lunged for Ria’s throat, it’s massive jaws stretched wide enough to fit Ria’s entire skull in it’s mouth. 
Grimacing slightly with effort, Ria vanished into a cloud of fine black mist. The tiger’s nose thudded onto the tiles and it’s teeth raked harmlessly against thin air. The cloud of black mist lurched and swirled, moving over the tigers head and down its back. Slowly it gathered itself into the vague shape of a human body. When Ria was half way reformed, he stretched out his arms and sunk his fists into the tigers chest. As soon as he became solid again, he ripped outwards with both hands. The tiger’s chest ripped in half with the dreadful sound of tearing flesh. 
The bar was silent. Every patron’s drunken gaze was fixed either on Ria or the two still pulsing halves of tiger lying on the floor. Not a single soul moved. They all waited in their hiding places to see if it was really over. Ria knew better than to think it was over. A demons body will vanish once dead. They always have and always will. That meant, of course, that this demon wasn’t completely dead. Ria kept his eye on the body. He watched for any signs of reanimation; a twitch of the whiskers, a blink of the eye, a shallow breath. Nothing. Not even a postmortem gurgle of the stomach. 
Slowly, a growl rose in the chest of the dismembered cat. Ria quickly checked to see if it was both halves coming back to life. Luckily, it was only one half that lurched to its two feet. Its single eye was wide, and it scanned the room faster than Ria could blink. With breakneck speed, it took of towards the back of the bar. Ria didn’t bother following it. He knew that there was no chance of catching it before it accomplished what it was trying to do. 
The cat ran as if it had been born with only two feet, an unrealistic grace to its otherworldly gait. Ria soon realized what it was after. The man who had been comatose over his drink only minutes before was now huddled in the back corner of the bar with wide eyes. Nothing like a rampaging demon to sober a man up, Ria thought with a smirk of dark humor to himself. 
The tiger leapt on the man with its single front paw outstretched. Ria frowned but couldn’t make it to the man in time to do much of anything. The tiger disappeared into the body of the man, almost like it was a ghost walking through a solid wall. The man arched his back and opened his mouth in a silent scream of pain and fear. The tiger had tried to posses him, but Ria wasn’t sure how effective that had been with only half of its body. 
An anticlimactic tune suddenly filled the silent bar. Dubstep music, to be exact. Ria fished his phone from his pocket with a glum expression and read the name on the caller ID. It was Kaida, an exiled elf from the nearby village. Ria took a second to decide if now was a good time to answer. The man with the tiger inside him was unconscious now, slumped in the corner with a slack face; the people hiding under tables and behind booths were still frozen with fear; the bar was painted red with the guts of the man who had exploded. Ria slid the phone open and stuck it to his ear. 
 


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