The Daemon

Okay, I changed the perspective and went back in time a little again. I felt that some details of what exactly had happened were missing. Oh and okay yeah I was stuck so I needed a fuller view of everything too. Hope you like. --Hel


OH I FORGOT THE WARNING: There will be more a graphic description of the non-con scenes. I do not condone such behavior so please do not be upset with me.

Research of stalking and obsessive behavior was found in wikipedia and on esia.net/forms_of_stalking.htm

Chapter 8



On average, it takes a demon child approximately five and a half human years to age one. At about the human equivalent of age twenty give or take according to species, aging slows dramatically and a demon could live thousands of years or more. Grandmother herself was ten thousand human years old and really only about sixty four. The concept of age was not really something that they thought about because it was so varied in demon culture. An elf can live approximately five thousand years, while dragons could live for millennia. Naga, cousin to the dragons and sea serpents could live maybe ten thousand years. The merfolk are rumored to live as long as dragons and the vampires varied on whether they were natural born or made and by power level.

Thus several years passed without improvement from Ara before all of them became worried. He had not yet cried, was still listless though he did all he was asked and he had yet to speak. Physically, he changed as well. His red tinted black hair grew longer and lay a bit past his shoulders. His golden eyes were still big and had a bit of tilt to them. The soft claws were now hardened fully and his fangs were growing in. The boy was getting taller though he was not much past Kairen’s waist.

Kairen had had enough. The boy he first took notice of was not there and he wanted nothing more than to shake some sense into him. He supposed there was not hope for it other than to try to shock him out of his pain. He went to Grandmother to work up a plan.


Percy had always been a pervert and a rat. He had fought, stole, killed, and raped since he was ten. No one had really wanted him and no one had really tried to teach him anything. He was a street kid and as time went on, his confidence in his abilities grew. He knew what he wanted and knew how to go about it. Though he was not one to fight with those whom he perceived as stronger, he would find ways to undermine authority and try to humiliate them.

In the human world, he had been homeless, been beaten and beat back, and had been raped himself once and vowed to be the one in power next time. When the portals opened and the opportunity to have a new start in a different world was offered, he jumped at it. At first, just out of curiosity and to see if he could, he tried to do honest straight work. He worked hard and did his jobs well but he became very bored. The boredom ate at him until he finally cracked.

The older demon couple that ran the farm and store that he had ended up working at never saw it coming. In the middle of the night, they had had their throats slit. Percy then proceeded to rape the dead woman. He even lived at their home and worked at their store for a week, until he could not hide his crime much longer. By that point though, he had stripped the home and store of anything valuable. With pockets loaded with ill gotten gains, a pack of supplies he would need to travel these lands, and the rotting bodies of the demons he trusted still laying in their own bed, he left.
Not too long after that incident, Percy was found stealing and raping in a nearby demon city. Apparently not too many humans had made it this far just yet. There was a sense of curiosity displayed by the demons but not were suspicious or distrusting. The city was exactly the type of environment that he thrived in. The only real differences were that this city seemed to be much cleaner, the streets were paved with cobble stones instead of asphalt and the homes were an eclectic mix. Not all of the buildings were necessarily built. Some were stone and others and adobe type. Some homes and buildings were part of large still alive trees. There was even one building with a glass front that was filled with water. Apparently the owner was a sea dragon and could not survive long out of water. The first floor was a store that had the counter areas blocked off with sea water. Everything was displayed in an open area under glass or on shelves. The merchant would come out through a magical airlock to show people around and offer help. The merchandise was jewelry made from sea life. There were pearls of all shapes, colors and sizes. Some had diamonds or other jewels that were rounded by the erosion of tides. Corals decorated many necklaces and clasps. It really was a wonder of a store but other than a possible place to steal from, it did not interest Percy.

Eventually, he had to move on due to nearly getting caught. There was a little boy playing in a nearby park that he had snatched. The boy was taken to the dock area and was raped and beaten. Due to the demon blood the child carried, though he was terribly hurt, he recovered enough to find help. He was able to give the description of his attacker and an all out manhunt was on. Percy had caught wind of this and quickly gathered his items and left that city.

It took him maybe a year, during which time he had left chaos and pain behind him, before he found the slavers. The work they did provided an outlet for his destructive wants and needs and he felt he had finally found a place to belong. He even met up with a couple men that had traveled through the portal with him.

He was the one who convinced them to approach the vampire lord for work. Skulking around town, he had overheard the rumors about that man and figured that they would find work through him.

It was while he was in this particular town that he noticed the Kiiren family. He had walked into the general store and looked around. The man behind the counter eyed him warily. A few minutes after he had entered, a beautiful woman had walked out of the back. She was talking to a customer about measurements and materials for a dress that she had tried on. It was at this point that he started stalking this family, hoping for a chance to get at that beauty.

The fantasies he would build around the woman would involve bondage and blood play. He did not want to just rape the woman he wanted to own everything about her. Whenever he would leave to stalk her, he would make sure to take a round- a-bout way to look for more possible slaves to take. He did not want the others to accuse him of slacking off after all.

After a short time, he spotted the children of the family. The girls were good looking and all but the oldest was too much like the humans despite the deepness of the color of her eyes. The second daughter interested him only insofar as the want to break that sense of nobility that surrounded the girl. Then he saw the little boy. The red tinted black hair was an interesting trait. The large innocent golden eyes grabbed his attention. He was tiny and helpless looking. A need to dominate came over Percy. This one he wanted more than his mother. Beauty and innocence in abundance to break and ruin was like finding a diamond in the trash.

Percy was excited and happy. He even needed to find a hiding place for about ten minutes to take care of his ‘needs’ after finding the boy.

Grey the leader of the slaver group, came back to the few men who had informed them of the talk with the Lord. They had all decided to wait outside the party for the man.

When Percy found out the target that they would be hired for, he did not know if he should be ecstatic or upset. He would be able to get near the ones that he wanted but he would not be able to do what he did best and that was the disappointing part. What enraged him was that the man wanted his bright little toy. Percy would not be able to play with and break his target and that put him in a bad mood.

While the others discussed what to do Percy went ahead and looked around for an opening. The party had ended not long ago and so not everything would be locked just yet. Finding a back door open, he gummed up the latch with some mud to keep the door from fully latching shut. Then he backed off to wait for a more opportune time to get the boy.

When Grey noticed that Percy seemed to have the situation well in hand, he told them that he would leave it to them and would go get the cart and horses. He would meet them at the edge of town when they were done.

An hour after all lights were out was when they entered the building. They slowly made their way around so as not to bump anything and make noise. They worked their way forward in the building and ended up in the store area.

“Fuck this place is large. I guess we need to go upstairs to get the kid.” whispered one of the men.

“Shut up Skeeter.” Percy glared at the skinny weasel man.

“Name’s not Skeeter ya dumb fuck!”

“Well what the hell am I supposed to call you? You never told anyone your name and you just act like we should all know!” hissed Percy.

“I don’t like my name and I ain’t about to let you of all people know what it is.” The newly dubbed Skeeter turned from them and headed back to the door that led into the living area. Suddenly he was thrust away from the door and over the counter.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?” A deep growly voice came from the now open doorway. The demon man that stood there was not the tallest being but he stood at about five foot eight inches and he was fairly wide. In what dim lighting there was, they could see brown hair and well muscled physic.

“Shit! What now?” asked Pauly.

Percy just jumped the demon and tried to wrestle him to the floor. As the two grappled, the ogre-ish Pauly grabbed something and smashed it across the demon’s head. This dazed the brown haired creature long enough for Percy to draw his knife and plunge it deep into his chest. Percy quickly caught the falling demon and dragged him to the curtained off room. He dumped the demon man on the floor and pulled out the knife.

“Percy! Man…we weren’t supposed ta hurt no one! What’s the boss gonna say?” Pauly was panicking and pulling at his dull hair. “We ain’t gonna get paid!”

“Shut-up ya dumb fuck! Go out there and grab Skeeter and take him outside. Just watch and see if anyone’s coming.”

Pauly moved to do as ordered. Percy set about making sure the demon man was dead. A noise caught his attention as he slid the knife across the man’s neck. Snapping his eyes in the direction of the curtain, he saw the woman there with her hand over her mouth and tears flowing down her face.

“Now what do we have here?” Percy sneered as he lifted up into a predatory crouch. “The beauty has come to play with the beast has she?”

She turned and tried to run but was quickly caught. A scream filled the air before he was able to silence her. Percy quickly grabbed some material and gagged the woman and tied her hands behind her.

He felt the adrenaline pumping and his sexual excitement spiked. This was living! This was what he needed and had not had in many months! Oh, this was going to be great!

Percy twisted his hand into her hair and pulled her head back. The look of sheer terror filled him with a joy that he did not know he could feel. This woman and maybe the whole family will fulfill him at last. This need had grown since he was little and it took more and more to fill it. Though he could go for stretches without, he would always find himself craving again. He ground himself against the woman and enjoyed her muffled screams. To him this was bliss.

Something slammed into him and he automatically grabbed for it. Throwing it off of him he jumped up and recognized the dark haired girl. Grabbing her by the front, he jerked her forward, hearing the loud tearing sound of fabric. Percy then grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall. Blood trickled down her forehead and she became dazed. Slamming her down on the floor knocked her out and he quickly tied her up as well.

Turning back to the mother, he saw that her eyes were full of tears. Muffled shrieks still poured from her mouth.

Pauly came in shortly with the older girl slung over his shoulder.

“She was trying to get away. I hit her and brought her in here.” Pauly looked around at the others. “Guess we woke em all up huh?”

“Shut-up! Tie up the bitch and toss her over there.” Percy pointed to a pile of materials that had fallen from the shelves during his brief struggle with Kana. “Where’s Skeeter anyways?”

“Oh, hmm…well he’s still a bit groggy so I left him to watch.” Pauly was playing with Airen’s hair, he had yet to let her go.

“If you’re going to fuck the bitch, do it over there. Or better yet you wait till I’m done with mine.”

“We’re not supposed to hurt them, Percy! Isn’t this hurtin’ them?”

“Pauly, they’ve already seen us. If that boss man don’t want to get caught, don’t we gotta take care of loose ends?”

“I s’pose.” Pauly mumbled and looked longingly at Airen. “She’s real pretty.”

Percy ignored the giant man and ripped away the skirt from the mother. Her jewel bright eyes were filled with tears and sobs were heard passed her gag. The fear and powerlessness portrayed by the site filled him with a god like feeling. He was in charge, he had the power and he was the only one who could end it for her. Oh what a high this was!

He pulled himself out of his pants and proceeded to rape her. With each scream, he took the knife and added a new cut on her body. With each thrust into her, he also thrust the knife. The feel of the warm blood and the grip of her body around his erection made everything a high. If only she would survive this treatment. He knew she wouldn’t but that was okay because he could have the boy. She would be the toy that he broke and the boy would just be his.

It was not long though for a few moments in time it felt like hours for him. He was happy and content for the moment. He finished up and put himself together. He did not bother to clean up the woman after all she was dead.

He looked over and noticed the glazed eyes of Kana, apparently she had witnessed what had just happened. Just as well, after all he wanted to take her down some pegs because she seemed too uppity to him. Whatever; with a shrug he walked outside. Pauly was making a lot of grunting noises while he took the other girl and it grossed him out.

“Oi, Skeeter,” Percy called out softly. “You should probably go inside and get the kid now. I’ll keep watch.”

“Fuck Percy, you’re covered in blood!” Skeeter glared at the other man. “You weren’t supposed to harm the family! If we don’t get paid, Grey is gonna kick your ass.”

“Don’t worry about it. The parents are dead, and you can take the girls and make up any money we lose. Pauly’s havin’ some fun with one of them now.”

“Oh jesus!” with that the weaseley man ran inside.



Percy watched the little one scamper around their camp. He kept an eye on what was his and made sure none touched the brat. That was for him to do after all. For now since the urge had been satisfied with the kid’s mom, he just made sure that no one touched what was his.

He did make the trips out to bring in new slaves or info but he made sure not to be gone long. He himself was the one to catch a slave woman starting to beat on the kid. Percy had beaten the woman and had to be pried off of her by several other men. No one touched what was his.

He watched the boy be treated by his sister for the bruise. My little boy, my little toy and the perfect little person for me was what went through his head.

He jealously watched the interaction between brother and sister. For now he would allow it. For now she would be safe from him but if he could help it, she would be gone from the boy’s life soon.

His opportunity to rid himself of the ones in the way of claiming what was his came shortly after he returned from a slave run. After speaking with the one he had dubbed Skeeter, he overheard Ara making plans to escape with his sister. This was the best opportunity presented to him. Aranata could be his without suspicion placed on him and the ‘boss’ would not be any wiser.

Later that evening, Percy put a slow acting poison that he had picked up in his travels into the dinner that was given to the sisters. He made sure that Ara did not touch the poisoned food and watched the kid’s efforts to free himself from the chains. When Ara left into the woods, he slipped off after him with a smirk.


Percy cursed as he watched the Lord, take Aranata away. He had been trying to mislead the slavers and covering the tracks of himself and the boy. The plan had been to allow the boy to work his way into the forest for a couple days and “rescue” him. Unfortunately he had been beaten to the task. Anger roiled slowly working its way to rage.

Ara was supposed to be his. It was fate, destiny if you will that he saw the boy that day months ago. Even if it took years, they would be together, destiny would not be denied.