.+ Demonic Presence +.

.+ Chapter One: From the Depths of Hell +.

He weaved in and out through the jostling crowd, hand gripping his bag straps tightly while his amber eyes remained fixed on the ground ahead of him.

He grimaced as he was pushed and shoved from one side to another by obnoxious teenagers as they barged their way past.

'This 'Battle of the Bands' is shit' he thought to himself bitterly, 'but easy to hide in I guess..'

He looked up at the stage and saw people he didn't recognise preforming songs which sounded as though they'd been written by five year old, and were sung even worse.

Light shot across the cheaply made stage in beams of colours that were way too distracting for the boy's liking.

As he wandered through the crowded area and swiped a leather pouch out from somebody's pocket and opened it up eagerly. The leather was smooth on his hand as he poured out a few shiny coins and a pair of cards. He slid the coins into his own pockets with a grin and chucked the two cards away carelessly. 'What the fuck is a bank?' He pondered to himself, thinking back to the words etched into the plastic.

The ground rumbled under his feet and made him unsteady on his feet, he stumbled forwards to prevent himself from falling over. His hands flung to his sides as he balanced himself upright as the ground rocked like water. 'What the hell..?'

He gave a disdainful huff and shook himself to clear his thoughts as they swirled around in a jumbled mess. His ears hurt from the racket being made by the crowd, the weird music being played on stage, and the rambling thoughts that wouldn't leave him alone.

He covered his ears as a strange blonde kid played horrible chords in a guitar, matched with a crackled voice and a flute in the background which didn't fit with the rest of the tune.

By the time he'd steadied himself on his feet again he was thrown back to the ground by another violent shake which sent everyone stumbling around him. He scowled at the tall foreign-sounding teacher as he excused the tremor casually as though it was nothing important. He didn't know what it was but he felt off, like something foreboding was right around the corner.

He clenched his jaw and zoned out, waiting for whatever was coming to arrive. He sensed dangerous magic at work near by, but couldn't place it.

The crowd of teenagers began roaring celebratory cheers towards the stage and he looked up briefly to see a pair of kids around his physical age. One was a boy who was playing music on a weird black box, and the other must've been his sister who was using the microphone beside him. The music they created didn't sound bad but he wasn't very impressed by it either, it was too loud for his liking.

He looked back towards the stage a few minutes later at the sound of a nervous voice that shook through the microphone. The siblings had been replaced by a girl who was adorned with eerie purple armour that covered every inch of her except for her face. Dark eyes peered out from the suit of armour and gazed down seriously at the audience.

"Um, hello. Can I have your attention?" She croaked hesitantly. People on the stands stared at her and muttered in confusion, glancing around he spotted a stubbier kid in his own set of bronze armour, and a light on his forehead which looked like it'd been taken from a vehicle.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his chaotic thoughts continued to stir.

The strange girl spoke again, "Look, I've got something to say. Something about this town. Listen to me. Something dangerous is coming."

His belly tide itself into a taut knot. What the girl said confirmed his previous suspicions, but how could a human possibly know what was happening?