Uselessness is Relevant [For Saph]

Once, there was a nameless demon. He grew up unclean and abused, neglected and scorned. Treated like less than garbage since the day he was born... Pissed on, beaten, tortured for the sheer joy it gave his brotherin. He was, of course, an underling of Satan. Less than a stall hand... Merely a puppet to kick around.

He was always a bloody mess.... Until one day, a human child found him.

"Kitty?" the girl cooed curiously, reaching out to touch him.

The nameless devil hissed and drew back under the shelter of the vines he had been hiding in. A human that could see demons.... They were always trouble.

But the child smiled. "Here, kitty kitty." she cooed, rubbing her fingers together. "Come on out, I wont hurt you."

Compelled by curiosity, the nameless demon eased out of his shelter,. As most children, she moved too fast for the beasts liking and he hissed at her, withdrawing once more. And yet the child tried again, this time, offering the devil a flower.

"See kitty? If I can hold a flower and not break it, I can pet you and not hurt you." the child smiled.

Such innocence.

The nameless devil stared up at the child before stepping into the sunlight, ears down and tail between his legs. Such an odd creature...

The child beamed and gently reached out, picking up the filthy creature with such a smile... "You have such dark fur... .Like the night Sky... I think I'll call you Yami." she proclaimed, petting him despite the filth.

And thus he was given a name.

The child took the demon cat home and bathed him. Fed him and showed him kindness the little demon had never seen before. It was magnificent. Even when he made a mess, the childs love seemed to be utterly unconditional.

She told him her dreams, Of one day being able to help others. She held that demon close and cherished him with the compassion only a child could show. It changed the nameless demons life completely. Years passed and the girl became a young woman. Yet still, her kindness never wavered. Even as the hardships of war fell upon the country.

"I wish you were human Yami." the girl smiled one night as she stroked his fur, never seeming to notice his horns. "If you were, you could talk back to me and tell me your dreams."

To this, the demon had only to agree. To be human would be a price highly worth paying, if only he could speak with her for one night.

But- as with all good things, an end was soon to come... It was soon after that night, that one of Satans generals saw the girl and took an interest in her himself.

How lovely a woman. the general crooned to Yami, unseen by the girl. one only finds a human so splendid once a century. We should torment her...

And before the small demon could object, the general had left, leaving nothing but laughter in his wake.

The general found a man with a twisted heart and possessed him. In the coming weeks, he took the womans parents, and then proceeded to seduced the woman and taken her hand in marriage. Though, the womans new and darling husband claimed a deathly allergy to cats. and thus Yami was thrown into the night.

And there was nothing he could do. For as a low class demon, Yami could only sit by idly and watch as his superior worked his wicked magic. Day after day the woman grew weaker, illness falling upon her in a slow torturous manner.

The woman stayed in her home alone as her husband left to do business, daily searching her garden for Yami, the cat she abandoned. And the small demon ignored her calls. He ignored her cries for comfort, despite the years of affection she had given him. Until one night, she collapsed. She fell into the Lilly pond and there she drowned, making no attempt to save herself.

The woman had committed suicide.

When the husband returned home. Yami stood in the door hissing with his back arches and fangs beared.

"Oh?" the general sneered. "It's you?"

The little demon hissed bitterly. It's your fault! We demons- we are horrible creatures! How dare you spoil her?

The man frowned and closed his eyes. "Such nonsense, coming from trash like you." With one foul kick, the small demon was thrown into the street where a wagon rolled him down.

That night, Yami; the cat demon died...

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Yami sat up in bed in a cold sweat, his black hair stuck to his face and bright blue eyes staring at the wall. His breath came in short bursts as tears ran down his face.

A nightmare.

The young man wiped his eyes and swore, tossing his feet over the edge of the cot before standing. It was still night outside the dojo... But he could see the priests outside already going about their morning duties.

He frowned and closed his eyes, taking a moment to control his breathing once more before pulling the first off the back of the bed room door, quietly getting dressed. He pulled his black hair back and sighed before opening the door. He looked up and down the hallway before sleepily shuffling to the kitchen. A couple of men were there already cooking. "Morning." he greeted sleepily.

"Good morning." the echoed.

"Anything I can help with?" he asked sleepily rubbing one eye.

One priest simply smiled. "No, you should rest. You're lucky we had to turn out those lanterns last night, or we'd have accidentally left you out in the rain all night." he said, offering him a mug of hot water.

"Guess I was lucky, huh?" He smiled wearily, sipping the hot liquid.

"If you dont mind." the second priest spoke up. "The Head Priest Urif asked for us to send you to speak with him."

Yami blinked and looked up. "Who?" he asked sheepishly.

"The man who founded this temple." the first man laughed. "You looked to scarred last night, he only wishes to give you a blessing is all, I'm sure. And you can think him for his hospitality."

The young man blinked and nodded. A blessing, he wouldn't argue. It might help him with those nightmares and visions he had been seeing. "Alright. Where?" he asked blinking.

The two priests pointed. "Just across the way down the hall. You can't miss it." they assured him.

He blinked and nodded before finishing the hot water off and bowed in thanks before hurrying off.

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OOC: sooooo Im thinking someone needs to be the head priest. Or perhaps someone in the room with the head priest? I plan on Yami being invited to train to be an exorcist when the high priest discovers he can see demons. Maybe theres a demon in the high priests room tongue.gif your call. This will evolve into a sort of adventure/ horror rp and we can have some romance as well happy.gif Not all exorcists are male ya know lol. RESERVED RP]

XD *whips out buffer and polish for Saph* No worries... You'll shine as good as new in a few more posts missy ]


Yami hesitated, not sure how to properly enter the Head Priests chamber... Like any other room he supposed, knocking lightly on the twin oak doors. When he heard an answer from within he opened one, stepping inside. The smell of incense hit him like a brick wall and he paused for a moment, recognizing the smell as burning sandalwood.

"Uh, hello." he bowed, recalling his manners. He'd noticed the woman in the corner but brought his eyes back to who he assumed was the High priest. "I was told I could find the High priest here and offer my thanks for the generous hospitality I received."

Yami was a slender man, tall and toned but not exactly muscular. He kept his sapphire eyes on the ground, suggesting a lack of self confidence, and slouched slightly, even when standing upright-- either adding to the willless look about him, or perhaps he was simply tired. He did look like a man run ragged. He seemed tense.

Yami was hesitant to kneel on the pillows, not wanting to ruin them in any way.

He glanced to the woman in the corner and blinked at her, not sure what he had done to deserve such a harsh look. None the less, he brushed it aside and turned back to the high priest with a small appreciative smile. "It was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time sir." he confirmed with a nod. Even after being encouraged to relax, the boy did not. Afterall, he was trying him damnedest to be polite and formal.

He kept his hands folded on his knees, in doing so showing off a strange tattoo on his right side. On the back of his hand trailing up to his wrist was a swirling tribal sort of design with a mouth and keyhole, detailed with some rather unique holy symbols in it, some the priest undoubtedly recognized.

Yami smiled a bit hesitantly. "Oh, that...." he let out a small nervous laugh. "Honestly, father I doubt you would believe me if I told you." he said meekly, once again allowing his blue eyes to dart to the corner and the woman kneeling there before looking back to the old man.


"But it definitely was a blessing to find the temple. If I dunno what would have happened." he said simply.

Yami was a wanderer. He went where ever his feet brought him...It just so happened that he came across the woods where a demon had taken an interest in him. It wasn't necessarily uncommon for him to see monsters and ghosts others could not.... But never had one so blatantly chased him in an attempt to hunt him down.

The demon hound had smelt him out and chased him through the woods when he saw the light of the church ahead. If he hadn't crossed the threshold to safety-- it was likely he would be dead. The acolytes who had come out in the rain had found him collapsed on the stairs, huffing for air and soaked to the bone, scared and a bit bloodied up. Those few scratches had healed already though... Also something he need not mention to the priest, he decided.

Yami thanked the priest and graciously accepted his offer, taking the small cup in his hands. He waited for the others before taking a small sip and beginning. Of course, he was used to telling stories. People loved to hear about travels they themselves did not go on. And so he began in his usual manner.

"About 15 years ago, during the war, I woke up and found myself in the center of a town where a raid had just been held. I'd been hit pretty hard- and still had blood on me and everything. But I didnt know where I was, who or how old. I had a sheath of a sword on my hip- but no blade, So I assume I was robbed... Anyway, not knowing what else to do I began to just wonder. Doing small chores for food and working to earn cloths and such. I've been doing just that for 15 years." he admitted. "Along the way I adopted the name Yami, and I've gotten rather skilled with a sword." he paused to see if there were looks of disapproval. "I've had no choice but to learn to defend myself. Not only because being a wanderer makes me a easy target, but for a more over the top reason I think you wont believe." he of course, had had his sword taken by the acolytes who took him in in order to keep peace.

"I can see demons." he stated honestly, though his voice took on a more morbid tone. "They chase me and attack the people who I stay with- and so to defend them and myself, I've learned to fight. I also refuse to stay in one place for more than 3 days maximum- lest I bring misfortune to the persons giving me work or shelter. In fact, I had just left a farm house from a small town on the edge of the mountain range and a demon found me. It attacked me and some how over the next hour or so- with the blessing of rain to wash away my scent and the light of this temple, I found safety."

He spoke nothing but the truth to the priest and his apprentice. It certainly did explain the shagged appearance of him.

Yami offered the high priest a smile, resting his tea cup in his hands. "Thank you, but I would hate to impose any more than I already have. Besides, I tend to bring bad luck with me and would hate to repay your hospitality with some sort of misfortune."

As though on que, the temple shook on its foundation.

Yami blinked and looked around, curious more than startled. It felt like a minor earth quake-- though residents of the church knew it as a sign that a demon was attempting to break past the sutras surrounding them.

Yami blinked. "Well, I do owe you one in return for your hospitality." he nodded. "I'll help anyway I can." he offered, a small pleasant smile on his lips. Though the woman had seemed rather aggressive, he wouldn't call her hostile. It was rare and refreshing to see someone with such a bright flame of life in them. He'd taken absolutely no offense to her demeanor towards him.

He was growing anxious though, not having his sword on his side. It was like a fifth limb. IT simply felt like a part of him was missing without it. Or perhaps it was just the sheath he missed. Afterall, the iron coated wood was the only object he had on him when he awoke to life- forgetting his past.

He shifted slightly where he sat to keep his legs from falling asleep.

"I believe so..." he said, almost hesitantly. He wore a mild look of apprehension. Though he owed the man a favor, he didn't like the direction the conversation was going. Why bother to explain the nature of the temple to him? He was only a visitor after all.

The room shook again, this time accompanied by a loud howl. It sent a shiver up the young mans spine. The Dog devil from the night before had apparently found him.

"A shelter from demons I take it?" he allowed his blue eyes to move back to the old mans face, having wandered to the ceiling during the quake. A safe house--- like a bunker.

"Why out in the middle of the mountains? Not that I'm complaining--!" he quickly realized his words must have sounded rude. "But you're right, it is an odd location." he trailed off for a moment. "What is it I can do for you then, sir?" he asked cautiously.

Yami blinked. "An exorcist...?" he echoed the word, trying it on his lips. It rolled off nicely-- yet oddly. "I--"

unconsciously he pulled the sleeve of his shirt down over his tattooed hand. "I can hardly deny the request, sir.... But I'm afraid I'll just bring your more trouble than I'm worth. I don't know how to exorcise demons-- I just seem to be a magnet for them."

Yami seemed sceptical. "I... suppose so then." he shifted. "I apologize in advance for letting you down."

Yami suddenly felt uneasy- like he himself shouldnt be there.

"May I ask you a question though?" he frowned deeply. "About reincarnation?"

Yami stared for a moment apparently unsure what to say, or how to word his question.

"Is it possible for a demon to be reborn human?" he asked, having only remained silent for 30 seconds.

Yami nodded and stood up, bowing as he did so.

The young man was a bit too thin, ragged in appearance. He looked like a stray more than a wanderer.

He righted himself, pushing his dark hair out of his vibrant eyes and offered the Priest a small smile. "I will try my best not to disappoint you, sir." he vowed.

Yami looked startled to have the priest bow to him. He didn't really know how to respond.

"One more question-- if I may?" he asked meekly.

He found his hand resting on his hip uneasily. "My sword." he said frowning. "I don't like not having it on me."