Becoming one of fire

THERE comes a time in a boy’s life when he starts to notice his body going through different changes. None are more awkward then when you are a young Vampire, slowly learning about yourself. When you’re created and live with the same old powers a vampire usually has, you get used to it. From the craving of blood, to sun light burning and the fact you can never have a tan. You learn over time who you are and what can accomplish, it’s only when you experience something new that makes you wonder. When you discover a new talent, and not quite sure of what to make of it, who do you turn too, your dad.

The night was long and boring as nothing exciting was happening and for some reason there were not as many people on the streets as usual. You had your normal crowd on the street, cops, bums and prostitutes, but, nothing out of the ordinary. Just as I was about to call it quits for the night, there he was, the perfect victim. Like a good little victim, he walks down a dark alley, why they do, I don’t know, But, I don’t mind it. AS the man walks do the side alley. Looking around nervously he grips his brief case and scurries down the way. I jump and land ever so softly in front of him, he stops and looks wide eyed in front of me.

As I stare into his eyes, like I did with many of my prey, and let my fangs grow. The man, frozen in fear drops his brief case as papers begin to flutter about. I reach up and grab his head and tilt it to the side ready to taste the sweet life of the man. As I reach up to touch him and my hand bursts into flames and incinerates the man’s head. He doesn’t scream only a silent stare of why. I remove my still burning hand as I look at the fleshless skull before me. I blink a few times and look at my still burning hand and walk absently down the alley way. For the next five blocks I keep wondering what just happened and I don’t understand how or why.

When I arrive home I can’t shale the image of the man’s face blistering then as if it melted in my hands through the blue flame engulfing his head and the way his eyes stared into me as the pain overwhelmed him as they popped and sizzled while dripping from his skull. The image haunted me worse than the torture I received in the room with Dr. Mengle. From all the horrors in my life, I had to learn from this and figure out why. This feeling and power had to be explained and only my father could explain it. I haven’t spoke to him in many years since I left the Pits of Hell, but, I am sure he could shed some light on this matter.

I check paper parchment on my table I received tonight and it reads 10 March 1452, Friday. I cleared a space in my room and began to draw my pentagram and sliced my hand to drip my blood to the ground to summon my father. It took a few minutes and after a while my room started to heat up. The ground shook and he rose from the ground. He was wearing a bright white suit with a red under shirt and white tie. “About time you called for me son” he said in a soothing yet eerie voice. “Nice entrance father, expected fire and brimstone after our last argument” I said to him. The man takes a deep breath and smiles, placing his red tinted hand to my shoulder, which was warm, yet soothing, then he spoke “Son, I love you and I will always be here, that’s my job, well aside from damning souls for eternity, But, you are
my son. You are the son of the Devil, remember that.” He smiles with a smirk and raises his hands up to form a chair for him to sit and one for myself as well.

My father stared at me and smiled and crossed his legs placing his hands into his lap. He swallows hard and cleared his throat “So I guess you found your powers then?” he finally said to me. I smiled and let out a long stressful sigh “Yeah, and it kind of freaked me out a little bit. How much more is there?” The Devil smiled and blinked slowly, “My son, you have a lot of power in you, you have your mothers which are so so sissy powers and you have mine, for destruction and carnage” He laughs to himself and looks back up to me “Just kidding, your powers are special, you control them simply by thinking about them, feeling them and controlling them.” Holds his hand out and forms a small ball of fire and tosses it around. “These are parlor tricks, the more thought and intensity, the bigger the ball and the more damage or destruction you can do” Smiles and makes a fist extinguishing the flame.

I look on in awe and hold my hand out thinking of a small ball of fire. My hand begins to heat as a small flame begins. My eyes widen in excitement as I smile and the flame explodes in the room throwing me out of my chair. I look up and my father and smile “Wow!” I say. My father smiles and helps me up “Well, you will get the hang of it. And soon be almost as powerful as I am” He winks at me and motions for me to follow him. When we enter the door the room turns into a gaping chasm of fire, filled with the sounds of screams and evil laughter. “Welcome home Son” He smiles and waves his hand across the open area “Someday this will all be yours” He laughs and shakes his head ‘Just kidding, I’ll never die, but, your more than welcome to visit and relax her” Laughs again “But, seriously, Welcome home” He puts his arm around me and walks me to his fortress on top of the hill.

We walk through the rocky build up and demons and lost souls bow before us as we walk past. The smell is of sulfur and blood and the heat was at first uncomfortable, but, now very pleasing. We step over onto a bridge, below a river of lava and humans being lowered in slowly, screaming from the pain. I glance over and see a man, pushing a rock up a hill. He reaches the top, only to be pushed down and made to do it over again. We reach another section in which humans are stretched out, bound by their hands and ankles, as a demon stands over them slowly carving chunks from their bodies and feeding to a dog whose eyes are fire. I look back at my father and he raises a brow and smiles “Their choice, not mine”

We finally make it to the fortress and two large demons with horns longer that any sword I have ever seen, stand at attention as we enter the doorway. We make our way up stairs as servants scurry out of the visual of my father. Guards seem to be posted at just about every turn, all as intimidating as the first two at the doorway. We make our way into a room that looks like a gymnasium, only a bit more rugged. “This is where you will stay until I feel you are ready to continue back into the human realm. Here you will fine tune your skills and then I will be proud to let you carry on my name over there.” He smiles and nods towards me as if to say, you understand me. I nod back and continue to listen.

A door opens and a cloaked figure walks in and approaches my father, kneeling before him “Rise and be recognized” He says to the figure. He turns to be and smiles “This will be your instructor, Lanaia, a direct portion of me to teach you my ways, only difference it’s a women” He removes the cloak to reveal a strikingly beautiful women. I stare and blink a few times looking back at my father ‘Don’t be fool, she is me, only in female form” He says lifting his brows and giving an evil smirk. He walks up to me and gives me a nudge on my chin “I thought you might like this a little better than your old dad working you over. I smiles and inhale deeply “Well, your half way right, I like the view, just not sure about the training”. He smiles again and nods “Don’t worry, rest tonight and you will start whenever you wake up” nods to Lanaia, as she turns and leaves the room. He escorts me to my room and shows me around. Nothing to showy, but, a place to relax and get used to the area.

I look around the room and through the closets, to find workout attire and fresh sneakers. The room is dark and quiet hearing nothing from the outside. I open the shutters to the balcony and I can see the entire realm form the window. I take a deep breath and stretch a bit “Well, here I go” I say with a smile. I close the window and take a shower before crawling into bed, I have no idea what to expect in the morning.

AS I sleep, I hear something stirring outside my door. I jump up and open the door to find nothing there. I look around and close the door behind me shaking my head thinking I was going crazy. I turn back to my bed and see Lanaia sitting on my bed. She looks up at me and raises a eyebrow “Son of the Devil huh? Well, guess we better get started. Meet me outside in five minutes” she stands up and in a flash of flame, disappears. I shake my head and collect my thoughts and change arriving to the bottom of the stairs. Lanaia stands with her back to me and begins to run “Keep up” she says as we run through the realm.

As I run behind her trying to keep my mind straight and not pay attention to her beauty I think to myself, what does this have to do with Fire Manipulation? We arrive in a large open quarry and stop running. “I want you to focus on controlling you fire and then begin to shoot at the targets at the end of the way” She says as she points to a few targets. I concentrate and fire bolts of fire from my hands and finger tips in to the target. I smile and look at her “Very nice she says, you’re a fast learner. Now, make a fireball” I stare high and conjure up the power within me and close my eyes as a ball of fire is formed and released into the crowd of targets. It explodes on contact and leaves a hugs crater. Lanaia blinks a few times and looks at me “Are you sure this is your first time doing this?” I smile and shrug with a slight nod.

Many years go by and I learn new abilities from Lanaia and my father. Lanaia is from the fire realm of the Hellfire Peninsula near the outlands and is from a long line of fire mages and archaic priests. She taught me the destructive powers of the flame as well as the healing aspects of flames. She made me wise in the ways of fire manipulation throughout time and the many centuries lost by those who did not fully understand the great art of the flame. Over the years, my father taught me the control over Fire Elementals as well as that of Demons of the underworld. I was made full General of his Demon Army and entrusted to return if a battle where to ensue. I was given the ability to summon these creature and to use them to protect myself in any situation.

With the years gone by, and the time being made to ensure my competence in the understanding, my father finally granted me the opportunity to return back to the human world. I must say I was sad to leave my father, but, happy to be back hoping my old friends and mother still remember me. As I left, my father patted me on the back and smiled “Son, I look forward to your return and I have a surprise for you when you return. I will summon you, when I feel you are ready” He then patted my back again and hugged my tight. “Now. Go my son, and use what you have learned, I know you will make me proud” Ismile and nod towards him and Lanaia “Thank you both, and I look forward to seeing you both again” The door closes behind me and the room is quiet, bit, strangely, just as I left it. I check the parchment on the table and it reads 10 March 1452, Friday.

I smile and look at the parchment again and shake my head in awe. I take a deep breath and look out my window and nothing has change. I shake my head looking down smiling. “Wow” is all I can muster from my lips. I think about going hunting and trying my new abilities, but, soon realize I should rest and prepare for the rest of my unlife, I have forever to play with my powers. I crawl into my coffin and lay down preparing for the next night. I close my eyes and start to drift off “Thank you father” then all is silent.