[SP-F06] A deal with demons

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Demons. Creatures created from the grudges, desires, and sins of humans. Normally when referring to such creatures he would mean the anomalies that traveled the floor of Aincrad. However, perhaps the anomalies should be referred instead as 'devils'. Out of the three known, Beelzebub was the only one to have made much of a move. The other two simply waited quietly on the twenty-third floor, hardly ever moving. Unlike Beelzebub, however; they did move between the floors. The anomaly residing on the fourteenth floor seemed more interested in building his own world instead dealing with inter-floor business. 

Today's mission was interestingly enough not related to them. Instead it was the pursuit of another wall of knowledge. Other than Miraak on the 13th floor, no other large mentions of Demons, Devils, or Fallen Angels had been discovered other than the sixth floor. Demons born and created directly from a person's heart. Strange that a simple game could replicate such a thing. Of course, he doubted that it had any connection to the anomalies but what better way to fight fire than with fire?

 

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Passing through the jungle trees. He would wade through the plants and foliage as if they were a river. Garbed in black, silver eyes would peer forward in search of the waterfall he had heard of. Unlike many other players, he was uninterested in playing the game at its base level. Quests, floor bosses, events, they all disinterested him. He would leave the others to their work, he wasn't the hero after all. No, instead he would hunt down and destroy the shadows at their roots. 

The sound of flowing water was the first indicator that he had drawn near. The Waterfall of the Sage was a place that one could connect with their inner mind and deal with their own personal demons. He was still unsure how the waterfall allowed this but he wasn't going to question what would inevitably help him. Most people came here to defeat or expel their demons. He was here to answer the question: what if one sought to control their demons? Bring them back to beyond the waterfall? A shard of reflective glass in hand, he stepped forward. 

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Stopping on a small stone slab, silver eyes would peer into the water's depths. Certain a serene view but nothing stood out to him as why this waterfall would be different than any of the others. Slowly, he would take a seat on the small slab of stone he stood silently on. What had the rumor been? Meditate on the rock? Closing his eyes and clearing his eyes, he focused entirely on himself instead of the world around him. After a short while of doing this he would find himself pleasantly surprised that it had worked. 

Silver eyes opened to a familiar scene. An incident room. His eyes almost naturally drifted to the board with a large map of an area with several tacks pinned into it. Sticky notes with various clues would also line the board. However, when he looked closed each of the notes would tell him to enter the door. Of course something reminiscent wouldn't have been shown here. Only obvious game information would be afforded to him. 

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His eyes would become trained on a basic black door, one that hadn't existed in the room back in the real world. He had noticed it instantly upon arriving. Something out of place that obvious was more than sure to catch his trained eye. Stepping forward, a hand would reach to the silver chakram at his side much like that of an officer having his gun at the ready. Pushing through the door, he would find himself in an utterly black room. The door he entered closed behind him leaving him in total darkness.

"I can hear you there if you're trying for some sort of sneak attack." 

His words were cold and voiced blindly at the darkness. While he may not have been able to see, various searching skills had his other senses on overdrive. The approaching steps faltered for a moment. It was then that the voice would be heard, echoing throughout the room. 'It seems that little escapes your acute eye. Even in complete darkness you're able to discover me. Perhaps I'll just return the room to normal then huh?' 

Sudden light filled the room and a horrible smell met his nose. 

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The scene that flooded his eyes caused him to simply close them. Corpse's lined the room in front of him and included in them was the bodies of both of those that were responsible for his upbringing. A cackling laughter filled the air of the room, echoing off of the walls. 

'Wish you didn't have such acute senses now don't you? You're frozen in fear with your eyes closed aren't you? This was far easier than I thought!'

The sound of a footstep would once again become audible throughout the air. Silver eyes snapped opened and a circular blade was pulled from his belt. Hurling the weapon forward, it would serve perfectly to slash off the weapon-hand of the demon before him. A screech pierced the air as the demon writhed in pain. Taking a moment to observe the creature he would find it to have pale skin and a pair of piercing red horns. In what way was this to symbolize one of his inner demons? He felt a bit cheated. 

 

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The whirl of a blade returned to him and the man would catch the silver circle in his hand. He almost felt bad for the demon, assuming he was correct: it would never get the chance to have a will again. dusk watched as the creature began to grotesquely regenerate his arm. Disgusting. His free hand would reach to his other side finding yet another chakram. Twins the weapons were. Throwing them both at one, the blades would hiss through the air until they had both met their mark and ripped the demon's legs from underneath it. dusk would push forward, catching both weapons out of the air before using them to slash off both arms as well. Planting his foot into the demon's chest he would topple the creature and dusk would stand over it victorious. 

dusk's voice hissed at the creature, "Stay absolutely still. I need to try this." Pulling a shard of a reflective surface, he would point the mirror at the creature. "Here in this world you do not truly exist. Though, the reflection you see is your true self and can be tethered to the other side of the waterfall. All that you require... is a medium." dusk's silver eyes would close and a smile crept onto his face as he brought up a trinket that appeared to have been carved from bone. 

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It was this part of his plan that was flaky. Just how could he take the reflection of the demon and bind it? He had but one idea, a strange one. What if the demon were to be killed by the reflection? Would then the reflection be trapped to the glass? That was his only hypothesis. 

dusk would slam the glass into the demon's right in between the horns that jutted from his head. "Let's hope this works. I only get four chances." The demon would struggle against him but dusk's hand held its head down firm on the ground. It would lay there until it died amongst all of the corpses he had witnessed in his life. dusk found it to be an ironic ending for the demon. Suddenly, his hand pushed forward onto the ground, cutting himself with the glass in the process. Shards of data littered the air but he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he searched the glass. It seemed he had gotten lucky with his guessing. The true reflection of the demon he had just ended was painted within the glass. All the extra work he had done had not been put to waste.