Damnation of a Soul

My first story ever on AFF, so I hope you like it. Feel free to leave criticism but nothing to harsh please as it will make me sad. I got this idea from watching a show one day, a marathon actually. If any of you have seen the show Tales from the Dark Side, it was a particular episode that gave me the idea. I own the characters and most of the things in this story, but I will admit the general idea is from the show. If you don’t like yuri, slavery or BDSM, then do not read this.



There was one very important rule to damning a soul: you couldn’t touch the future damned until their soul had been damned. To do so meant that the demon was enslaved to that person until the mortal expired. To damn a soul, not only must the person be a witch, warlock, or the child of either or, but they also must acknowledge the demonic presence. If they had not done this in a short period of time the demon responsible for damning said person was to take their place in hell for all eternity.

Now you would think this was simple, but for Illana it was anything but. You see, this was the bat demon’s, called so for the large bat-like ears atop her head and the very large pair of wings jutting out of her shoulder blades, first time at damning a soul. Her target, a college freshmen named Brooke, had proved resilient.

The student was a witch, a very powerful one at that. Of course Brooke really didn’t know the extent of her power but she was aware that something was trying to get her attention. The presence, fore she didn’t know exactly that it was a demon trying to damn her, had caused chaos and destruction in brooke’s dorm and more unfortunate enough, in her friends dorms and her classrooms. It had gotten so bad that no one would room with her and the college was threatening to kick her out. She was determined to ignore the presence until it would give up and leave.

Illana had no choice but to capture Brooke’s soul or it would be an eternity of torture for herself, something she wasn’t looking foreword to. It had been another uneventful day of college and as Brooke entered her dorm, torn clothes, books, and dead goldfish, lay strewn around the room to greet her. Illana, who remained invisible in the presence of humans due to a spell, examined her handy work and felt rather hopeful at the possibilities.

Of course, the witch only sighed in annoyance and started to clean the mess. “Damn,” Illana muttered, her voice unheard due to the invisibility spell. She had been sure the dead goldfish, pets that had swam happily and dumbly in a small bowl next to the bed and in retrospect hadn‘t deserved death, but hey that was life, would have been the final straw. She knew the witch wasn’t stupid, Brooke would have to figure out something was trying to get her sooner rather or later.

It had been almost seven months since Brooke had her first little mishap. Her laptop screen had smashed when she had left the room for five minutes, and now it was appearing that the thing wasn’t leaving. She had done some research and this activity almost certainly seemed like a demonic damnation, but who would admit that? For now she had to grit her teeth and bare it and wait for the seventh month to be up. At month seven the demon would be forced back into Hell if they were not successful and be tortured for eternity.

It was starting to get harder for the witch to ignore it however as the fish massacre was very close to being the last straw. Fortunately, it was only two more days until the seventh month, a due date Illana was all too aware of. “I have to do something big.” Illana brooded moodily to herself and let her body sink onto the floor beside the twin bed. If you could see the young demon, you would see that her ears had drooped down, a sure sign that she was becoming depressed. She watched Anna scoop up the dead fish and wrap them up in paper.

Brooke only started to whistle and continued to dispose of the trash. That one little action, that simple act of noise and complete disrespect for the demon and her work was all it took, and before Illana really knew what she was doing she had jumped to her feet and was advancing towards the witch. Pure rage clouded the demon’s eyes and sharp, needle like teeth thrust themselves out past pale lips. A deep growl, something that would scare even the most seasoned of soldiers, escaped her throat and she started trashing the room again.

Papers flew around the room, seemingly tearing themselves into pieces and flinging themselves at Brooke. Anything that wasn’t bolted down was not sparred either and Brooke had to tap into cat-like reflexes to throw herself out into the hallway and slam the door. By now, as books, a chair, and even the desk threw themselves against the walls, the other resident’s of the dorm had finally decided to see what the commotion was. The curious and even scared faces of Brooke’s fellow dorm mates looked at her.
‘What is that?!’
‘What the hell?!’
‘Are you ok?’
‘Fighting with a boyfriend?’

All these comments and more were flung at the girl and she merely looked back at the speakers and made excuses for the commotion. Of course she couldn’t tell the truth, not without verbally admitting that she was being haunted by a demon for the risk of losing her soul.

By now, Illana had calmed herself enough to simply enact her rage onto the nearby pillows and was tearing her sharp teeth and nails into the soft fabric and ripping the poor defenseless objects into shreds. She didn’t care who saw or what her punishment could possibly be for her rash actions. Meanwhile, Brooke was assuring her dorm mates that nothing was happening and that the wind was simply blowing things over and it was not as bad as it sounded. The fellow residents slowly went back to their business and left Brooke alone in the hall.

It was safe to enter the dorm again, or so Brooke hoped, and she slowly opened the door. So much had piled against the door that she had to push as hard as she could against the wood to get it to open the several inches she needed to slip in. After kicking away the books and chair that had landed against the door, she secured it tightly and looked around. Her room was a complete mess. Nothing had escaped the furious demon’s wrath, not even the mattress, which was now having long lines cut vertically down it’s fabric.

Illana had not noticed the human enter and looked up only when she heard the all to familiar sounds of cleaning. Even now, that annoying witch continued to ignore her presence and Illana couldn’t take it anymore. Another one of the angry growls vibrated through her throat and in several swift steps she was standing in front of Brooke with her hands clenched into fist. Her sharp nails tore into the soft skin of her palm, causing small lines of blood to drip from her fingers and she glared at the mortal’s face.

Every demon, from the youngest child, to the near death, knew that to touch a person before their soul was damned meant enslavement. At this point Illana was so clouded with rage that not even this fact would prevent her from doing what she was about to do. With the quickness of a cobra, her hand unclenched and was wrapped so tightly around Brooke’s throat that the witch couldn’t breath.

Brooke let out a gasp, for two reason’s. One was because she couldn’t breath and the other was because all of a sudden, a woman was standing in front of her, bat like appendages on her body, with a hand firmly wrapped around her throat. As soon as the skin of Illana’s hand touched Brooke’s soft, delicate throat, the spell keeping the demon invisible and unheard had worn off and she was now visible to her new master and any other human that looked into the room.

“Uh oh,” Illana said quietly, shocked despite her rage. brooke was still gasping, now trying to get breath more then anything and she placed her own hands around the demon’s wrist and began tugging with all her strength.

“S…Stop it!” she managed to stutter out. Illana didn’t want to stop, in fact she wanted to keep choking until the witches lifeless body lay at her feet but an unseen thread connecting her to Brooke tightened around her own throat and she let out a startled noise of her own before releasing Brooke, who slumped to her knee’s and began rubbing furiously at her throat.

The bat demon mimicked the witches motion, more so due to the shock of the situation. Few demon’s had been enslaved by those that they were trying to damn but for a witch or warlock to do just that, they were considered immensely powerful. Even if it was usually due to the demon’s own rage that caused the person to gain a slave. For now, Illana stared at Brooke her mouth opening and closing much like the fish she had killed earlier.

The witch stared at the demon, the demon at the witch. Neither spoke a word, but both knew what had happened. A demon had been forced into slavery because she broke the number one rule: never touch a human before their soul had been damned.

“Uh oh…” The demon repeated once again and the witch, who despite the mess in her room, slowly smiled.

Well so ends the first chapter of my story… Oh Aye you heard me… first chapter. I plan to continue this story, despite how many reviews I get. Of course, at least one review per chapter would be nice *wink wink*. I really hope you enjoy the first chapter, and I make several promises.
1. There will be smut in later chapters
2. More dialog in later chapters as well, I just felt the need to be really descriptive
Although… due to the fact that I am currently not at a location where I can use the internet, I can not make any promises to how often it will be updated. Several times a month I can promise that, at least once a week by next month I hope. Please R&R… thankies for reading.
~ chinotheferret