Lust for Power - [Chapter 1 - Judgement]

[rustyowl]

This is my first fanfic, and it is mainly about a young Demon, named Rascro Citherloyz and his journy to become the strongest demon who ever lived. Tell me what you think.

 

[spoiler= Chapter One - Judgement]

Chapter 1 Judgment

I awoke, finding myself lying down on a stone floor in an Underworld prison cell, which I called “home” for the past few days. I slowly got up, with all my muscles aching more than they did yesterday. “Today’s the day…” I said to myself.

 

My clothes were thrown together from a variety of rough fabrics and miscellaneous leathers that were looted from junkyards during the dreary nighttime of the Underworld. My hair was untidy and unkempt, leaving bangs of dyed black hanging over his forehead. My eyes were red and exhausted. My wings, imposing with a ragged silhouette, and with a sense of decay, were fully out and exposed, but I will have to put them away once the guards come and teleport me to the courtroom. My thin, devil-like tail was out, and along with my wings, was wrapped around my body, trying to keep me warm the best it could. I still shivered. Not out of chills, but fear.

 

I walked over to sit in the corner of the cell, where I kept a pile of scrap food bequeathed to me by a “nice” guard. Otherwise, the room was completely empty; basically a hollow, stone cage, probably never cleaned ever since it was built about 1000 years ago.

 

After a few minutes doing nothing, I started to drift into an uneasy sleep, until a pounding on the iron door awoke me. “Citherloyz!” The door opened, revealing two, demon guards. Each had a sword in a hilt strapped to their belts, and it looked like they knew how to teleport. One held a small, iron chair, another holding iron chains. “You’re being transferred to the courtroom-“

 

“-But you need to tie me to a chair first…” I finished.

 

“Look, Rascro, the easier you make it for us, the easier it’ll be for you,” said one of the guards in a lazy tone. They each took a few steps closer.

 

I sighed, and folded my wings and pushed them at my back, until they phased through and disappeared, and then did the same with my tail. The guards smiled, and the one with the chair to a step closer.

 

Once the guard was in range, I pulled a swift uppercut, punching him in the face, and he responded by dropping the chair on his foot, and then stumbling backward.

 

“What the-?” sputtered the untouched guard. I quickly ran up to him and kneed him in the gut, but he responded quickly and wiped me with the chains in the torso area, fracturing a rib.

 

We each staggered backward, but by this time the first guard recovered, drew his sword and charged forward. Sensing the attack, and did a back flip over the guard, and barely landed it. The guard turned around, and sliced at my stomach a few times, skimming it a little each time. ‘What did I get myself in to?’ I thought.

 

I turned away from the guards, and ran to pick up the chair to use as a weapon. The guards must of seen this coming though, because one teleported over to intercept me, standing in the way of the chair. I unfolded my wings quickly, and started up into the air. But from behind, however, I was stabbed in the left wing, and fell. My wings folded back into my body. I looked up at the two guards, finding they were looking down at me, and then I passed out.

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“Okay, let this court come to order,” announced the supreme judge of the Underworld, who was up high, sitting behind a large, wooden desk in front of the large courtroom. A golden label hanging on the front of the desk read: “Judge Oxydenisis – Supreme Judge of the Underworld”

 

The layout of the courtroom was somewhat different to those of a United States one; however the Underworld’s courtroom had some similar features. There was only the defendant, who sat somewhere in the middle of the room on a wooden stool, usually chained up, and the judge, who made the final verdict. The defendant had to defend himself/herself, by himself/herself; he had no lawyer. In the Underworld you were guilty until proven innocent. All this went on while demon reporters for varies of newspapers were heaped in the back of the room, struggling to get even a small look at what was going on.

 

The judge himself was a spirit in appearance and demeanor. He wore a shining suit, made from the premium fabrics of the Underworld and made by the Queen herself, suited just for the him. There were various medals attached to the suit, standing out from the navy-blue leather that made up most it. His face was stern, as it almost always remains, but it showed years of wisdom. As a spirit, his body was misty, practically see-through. His head was balding. His eyes were not ferocious but sullen, depressed, and moody. He held a wooden gavel in one hand, with the other empty.

 

After the reporters present at the courthouse wouldn’t silence themselves from their constant baffling, he said once more, “Let this court come to order,” and this time he knocked his gavel on the desk a few times, creating a deafening banging noise, making the crowd hush. Oxydenisis sneered, and set down his gavel.

 

Oxydenisis looked down at the demon reporters, and asked, “You,” he pointed to a small, younger and geeky-looking demon holding a small notepad and a pencil, “where is the defendant?”

 

The demon looked up, almost dropping his pencil, clearly surprised. He gulped, wiped his forehead, and then finally spoke, “Um… How should I know, sir? I mean, I’m just a…” His voice trailed off after seeing the angrier-than-normal look from the judge, and then started over sheepishly, “Uh… I suppose he is late sir…” The demon was pale, trembling, trying to stay calm.

 

“I didn’t ask if he is late,” the judge corrected, “I asked where he is,” Oxydenisis paused for a few moments, then said calmly, “now,” he looked down at the demon, who looked as if he was about to faint, “where is he?” Oxydenisis leaned forward, rearing a nasty sneer up on his ugly, scarred face, apparently enjoying torturing the demon.

 

“I… I…” quavered the demon, but before he could say anything more, Oxydenisis swooped down from his desk swiftly, and went down to possess the demon. A few moments later, Oxydenisis returned from the body, leaving the young demon breathless. The body collapsed onto the cold, stone floor, motionless and dead. The other demons stared down in horror at the soulless corpse, yet remained silent, and some even exited quietly out of the back door awkwardly.

 

Oxydenisis flew back up and took his position at his desk, smiling. All of his crooked teeth were clearly shown, making a disturbing look. “Where is the defendant?” he asked the crowd of demons once again, apparently expecting an answer. After a few moments of dead silence, once more he roared, “Where is the defendant?!”

 

The demons still remained silent, however the judge’s question was answered when I suddenly teleported into the room, chained to a chair, with my head down. “Ah, here you are…” Oxydenisis shuffled through his papers, looking for a name, “…Rascro Citherloyz.” He leaned forward, “Why are you late, Mr. Citherloyz?”

 

I looked up and made a feeble cough. “The guards from the prison didn’t come to teleport me here until a few seconds ago. They were late, not me,” I answered with a scratchy voice, cursed by the lack of water I had at his prison cell.

Oxydenisis didn’t look satisfied, but nevertheless, he carried on, “Very well, Mr. Citherloyz. I’ll talk with the people at the asylum to see if your statement is valid, or I’ll just have to add that you lied under oath to your charges.” I groaned, grinding my teeth as I felt a trickle of blood flow down my lower lip. “Now, it says here that you learned the illegal ability of telekinesis by yourself, which is a remarkable feat for a demon of only the age of sixteen, but nevertheless, is forbidden for unauthorized demons to learn, as you know very well.” He paused; making sure the reporters had everything written down. “Before you defend yourself, may I ask why you did this?”

 

“I did this to become the strongest demon ever… I want to become the next King of the Underworld… But I didn’t plan to get caught,” I answered, looking down.

 

Oxydenisis chuckled, and said almost to himself, “You didn’t plan to get caught… like I’ve never heard that before.” Oxydenisis pulled out a document from the set of papers, examined it, and chuckled again, “And your own mother turned you in? Ha! Now that is sad.”

 

“She isn’t my mother anymore… She’s a fiend!” I shouted in fury at the judge, almost tipping the stool over, but I bit my lip before I said more, trying not to lose all my temper.

 

“Don’t lose your temper, young demon. But whatever you do, you can’t touch me. The people at the asylum drugged you so your little telekinesis doesn’t work, and those chains are unbreakable.”

 

“I will become the strongest demon… You’ll see,” I said, but without a bit of confidence.

 

“Yeah, I’ll believe you when you learn teleportation in where you are going…”

 

My heart skipped a beat. “Going? Where am I going?”

 

Oxydenisis chuckled heartily once again, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly. But when he spoke again to me, his voice no longer held its mocking-like quality. It was somber and emotionless. “By just skimming through all the evidence I have here, it is obvious you are guilty. Your punishment is banishment from the Underworld. You will be transported to your new location almost immediately.”

 

“But sir, I didn’t have a fair trial…” I said, with a tear dripping down my cheek. “I didn’t have a chance to defend myself.”

“BUT you did say you wanted to become the strongest demon and even wanted to become the next king, making you too dangerous, even for the most secure jails or asylums of the Underworld.”

 

“So why don’t you kill me, instead of transporting me?” My face tightened as he awaited Oxydenisis’s answer.

Oxydenisis frowned, “I would kill you here, but the king, for whatever reason, said if you are proven guilty, to teleport you to the mortal world, Earth. And since the King of the Underworld appointed me to be head judge and is my boss, I have no choice but to follow his orders. I’m sure he has his reasons...”

 

“So you are going to get rid of—“

 

But before I could say anything else, Oxydenisis hit his gavel a few times on the desk, creating a booming noise throughout the courtroom. Some more reporters ran out of the room in terror, while others plugged their aching ears. I couldn’t, my arms were fastened to the chair through chains, so I had to take it in, as I felt my ears starting to bleed. Oxydenisis laughed to himself, and then snapped his fingers. Two demons that I recognize from the asylum appeared, wearing shining suits and swords attached to belts, awaiting his orders. I noticed they had bandages on, and I chuckled a little under my breath. Oxydenisis spoke, “Get him out of here immediately,” he then spoke to the few reporters still left in the back of the room, “thank you for coming today, but I will not be accepting interviews,” he paused and looked down at me with an evil grin, “and I’m afraid he won’t be either. Court dismissed.”

 

A few minutes after the court was dismissed, and the reporters, disappointed, all exited, and I was left alone with the jerk Oxydenisis and the two jerks from the asylum. My head was hung down in defeat. I broke the silence of the room by asking, “So, when am I leaving, Oxydenisis?”

 

“Soon.” Oxydenisis shuffled through more papers, and pulled it out, “It says here that your brother got sent to the asylum because he supported and defended you,” Oxydenisis put the paper away, the said to himself but loud enough for the two guards and myself to hear, “Must be mad…”

 

I looked up, staring straight at Oxydenisis’s crooked face, “He isn’t mad! You are, fiend!” I guess I managed to get my point across, but I sure paid for it. The demon from the asylum pushed the chair, with me still chained to it, over. My skull hit the hard, cold floor, and I appeared to be knocked out.

 

Oxydenisis sniggered. “Well, that takes care of the nut,” he looked down at the two demons, and ordered impassively, “Bring him back to the asylum, drug him, and then get rid of him.”

 

The demons nodded firmly and said in unison, “Yes sir.”

 

The spirit set his gavel down on the desk gently. “Good. Now, if you could excuse me, I have important matters I need to care to.”

 

Oxydenisis was about to turn around, and phase through the wall to the rear of him, but one demon asked beforehand, “What should we do with his brother, Axle?”

 

“Leave him to rot,” answered Oxydenisis coldly, without emotion. He then turned around, and without another word, walked out, through the wall, leaving the room even more deserted.

 

“Okay, let’s get him out of here…” said one demon to another, with a glum tone. He unchained me from the chair, and tossed the chains aside. He placed his arm on my forehead, gathering the concentration needed to teleport me back to the asylum.

 

“Let’s make this quick,” said the other guard, without patience. However, to his astonishment, got lifted high up, almost hitting the stone ceiling, went flying through the air, and hit the wall suddenly, all of this without warning. He then dropped down dazed, and then went out cold, slumped on the ground.

 

The other demon, virtually stunned, looked down at me. Unlike before, my eyes were open, filled with rage and fury. “The drugs… they…” whispered the guard, simply shocked.

 

“…Wore off, just like any other drug.” I finished with total confidence, prepared to get my revenge. The guard started to back up in fear, and drew his sword, but held a weak grip. I pointed my arm at the wall, and my telekinesis kicked in. Just like the other, this guard went flying through the air, dropping his sword and a few other trivial items from his pockets, and smashed into the wall. He plunged down, yet still conscience, but dazed. I managed to stand up, however I was still weak, and although all my muscles ached, I slowly walked over to the guard, bent down, and spoke softly and slowly, “Where is the quickest way out of here?”

 

“What?” The demon looked up, still baffled at what happened.

 

“Where is the quickest way out of here?” I repeated, a bit harder this time.

 

“Uh… out the back door to the left… Just don’t hurt me.” I smirked as he coward in fear and got up. I quietly turned around, and started walking towards the door. I stopped to pick up the sword and keys, knowing I will need them.

Right before I was about to exit and lock the door behind me, the guard, a bit delirious, spoke, “You planned this yourself… Street demons… All the same… All the same… So you are going to kill the current king? Well… You can’t… He can’t die,” the guard smirked. “But you can.”

 

I turned around, “I’m smart enough to know that. I’m not going to fight the king yet. First comes the former king; he can die. He will die…” The guard didn’t respond, instead just hung his head down. I exited from the courtroom through the back door, and made sure to lock it behind me.

 

‘Your journey starts today, Rascro,’ I thought, ‘now I must get out of here, they will come looking for me soon…’ I turned left, and started my way to the former king.

 

 

[Aelsthla-Mental]

Cool story.

 

Seems to be perhaps a little TOO matter o' fact at the beginning. I'm sure you'll explain what he is talking about in the future, but it leaves these tiny details that seem irritating to wait to understand, rather then suspenseful. He is in a prison cell... Perhaps you should be further vague, it may seem contradictory to what I just said, but if you don't reveal it's a prison cell until the guard comes, may work better, perhaps just call it a 'dank and musty cube of rock' or something. Could be wrong, mind you, just a suggestion.

 

The defendant had to defend himself/herself, by himself/herself

 

perhaps a slightly better way would be "The defendant had to defend themselves"

 

Although there is probably a reason, it seems odd that a sixteen year old demon (albeit one who has clearly developed abilities ahead of his time) was able to take on those guards, even by surprise. You'd think demonic guards would be use to this sort of thing.

 

Perhaps a slight description of what was outside the door that he is escaping from?

 

Don't quite understand why he wants to kill the former king, then the current one. But hey, that information will probably come in time.

 

Anyway, good luck and an unofficial bump from me.