A Broken Promise

First Task

I sighed, watching the monks of this temple prepare cannons filled with holy water. While the holy wouldn't affect the fiery ghosts behind me the water would. Seriously that stuff just gave me a slight uncomfortable feeling. To actually rip out my demon side would be to half kill me. And I wasn't one for that.

"Pointless fighting for their lives I suppose," I mused, twirling the sword in my hand. Father had given me another one, this made of metal, with the same carvings as the stone sword. Everything I wore now actually bore his mark. He had said it would resist any kind of wear and so far it seemed like it. Although I wouldn't have minded the blood staying on for a bit longer.

One of the ghosts looked at me. I shook my head. We wouldn't attack yet, because I wanted to see how far these fools were willing to wait. And plus I was waiting for a report back from the shadow ghost I had sent out to scope the area. In the meantime it was rather amusing to listen to the desperate screams of the monks preparing for war.

"Get ready you foolish idiots for you've no children in your midst," I snarled, flexing my hand. That I was sure of otherwise I would have teleported them to another dimension already. I could teleport others, not myself. Not that I really cared anyway. It was a hassle and I'm pretty sure I would freak at the feeling of traveling between dimensions.

"There's a small gate on the north wall," the soft hissing voice of my shadow ghost greeted me. I turned, looking to where its eyes were; which were just black soulless holes that penetrated you to the very core. I loved looking into them. "Unguarded, fools." This ghost I called upon often because he was on the same page of thinking as I was.

"Mm I'd have you take a few of the fire ghosts Father lent me to there and ransack the place but they tend to stand out," I responded, tapping my chin. My friend hissed with displeasure. "Or not. Hum…" The sword in my hand hummed through the air, leaving trail marks of fire. "Would you mind taking my form and leading the attack for a while?" My shadow ghost sighed. He did mind but leading attacks were always fun to him. Even at the head of fire ghosts who didn't have enough smarts to even talk. Another reason I called on this ghost often.

"Fine. But you owe me." I smiled, knowing that meant I would just have to leave him a few people to kill for himself. Nodding I started walking away, the ghost already having taken my form. The shadows wrapped around me, making me look like him. It was a plan we had used many a times. "Alright! You've had your petty chances of preparing. Now you're going to die!" He couldn't mimic my demon voice but the dark and dangerous tone he matched perfectly. I smiled again.

With the sounds of attack starting I slipped away, to the north. There was a small gate, next to a deep hole. From that hole came the smell of waste. I wrinkled my nose and eased through the door. I couldn't blame my friend, he couldn't smell. So in the mean time I would just have to suck it up and live on.

The first person I came across was a woman, her stomach swollen with pregnancy. That caused me to hesitate. While she might not change her ways the child could be convinced otherwise. Then I smirked. Wiping the memory of someone was always tricky and I ended up with a bunch of weird stuff in my head for it. But if I wanted to spare the kid I was going to have to do this.

"Sad day isn't?" I asked, softly, grasping the woman's shoulder. She gave a small gasp and looked at me. Right into my red eyes. Perfect. "Trigon has sent out his minions to conquer and destroy. Tell me, what were the ways of this place?"

"W-we were peaceful," the woman answered, already lost under my spell. When I was born I had a 'choice' of the one spell I was allowed. Everyone had grumbled when I chose taking away the memories, and in turn their knowledge, from someone. "We gave aid to those who needed it. Oh we could fight, but not without cause." I nodded. That sounded about right. The poor woman didn't know the truth.