Its been days since the awakening of memories. Again and again the flashes would pulsate and interrupt him. The flood of memories were the least of his worries, his body was changing again. He could feel it inside, seeping with malice as the blackened aura poured from him time to time as much like this fountain he sat under the burning light of day. He had to do this, the sunlight felt like fire on his skin now. But it was keeping the darkness at bay, even its voice had silenced for a time when basking under the warm giant lamp light in the sky. The memories weren't as sharp during daylight hours. When awake out in public like today.
Also it kept him calm around the humans of this village. The demons unnatural bloodshot glowing eyes peered from behind pitch black sun glasses. Looking upon all the faces that stared at him and walked by. His hair tied back out of the way as his cigarette hung limply on his lips. The burning ember breaking off ashes as he inhaled and breathed a heavy white through the air only to replace it with the cold press of the bottle to his lips. Swigging back the hot spiced rum burning down his throat as he chugged and chugged, the euphoric burning rippled through his body as he shook violently from his body rejecting the alcohol as it thirst for another substance. The bitter sweet drink that again and again the thirst burned like acid in his chest, stomach and lungs felt on fire. The alcohol was a weak medicine to cure this thirst. It dulled the sensations of the demonic corruption in his unnatural body.
The bottle only parted with his lips once emptied, giving the soft pop of air rushing into the empty space. A soft slam upon the table, cracking the bottle. Several of the humans shifted at the other tables around him. His breath left heated, sucking in the smell of them. No, this alcohol wasn't strong enough either. The burning lasted longer though, which gave way to a bit of gas as the demon belched softly. 'S'cus." He whispered to no one in particular as his cigarette burned on the limp hang of a drag. Another waft of white smoke clouded about him. As the smoke fell over his fancy worn down black suit and tie. He had this suit for so long, it was tattered and old looking. Like centuries warn and fixed time and time again. It did reflect him a bit, a beast warn down again and again by time. His paled skin, his creased eyes.
He looked more dead then alive, a corpse of an alcoholic, smoking and drinking away in broad daylight. Seven bottles of imported alcohol from across the land sitting on his table. He had spent this months rent money on it, his last bit of money, he had only three bottles left. And still, there was no relief as his mouth dried again at the next person his eyes laid on.
Also it kept him calm around the humans of this village. The demons unnatural bloodshot glowing eyes peered from behind pitch black sun glasses. Looking upon all the faces that stared at him and walked by. His hair tied back out of the way as his cigarette hung limply on his lips. The burning ember breaking off ashes as he inhaled and breathed a heavy white through the air only to replace it with the cold press of the bottle to his lips. Swigging back the hot spiced rum burning down his throat as he chugged and chugged, the euphoric burning rippled through his body as he shook violently from his body rejecting the alcohol as it thirst for another substance. The bitter sweet drink that again and again the thirst burned like acid in his chest, stomach and lungs felt on fire. The alcohol was a weak medicine to cure this thirst. It dulled the sensations of the demonic corruption in his unnatural body.
The bottle only parted with his lips once emptied, giving the soft pop of air rushing into the empty space. A soft slam upon the table, cracking the bottle. Several of the humans shifted at the other tables around him. His breath left heated, sucking in the smell of them. No, this alcohol wasn't strong enough either. The burning lasted longer though, which gave way to a bit of gas as the demon belched softly. 'S'cus." He whispered to no one in particular as his cigarette burned on the limp hang of a drag. Another waft of white smoke clouded about him. As the smoke fell over his fancy worn down black suit and tie. He had this suit for so long, it was tattered and old looking. Like centuries warn and fixed time and time again. It did reflect him a bit, a beast warn down again and again by time. His paled skin, his creased eyes.
He looked more dead then alive, a corpse of an alcoholic, smoking and drinking away in broad daylight. Seven bottles of imported alcohol from across the land sitting on his table. He had spent this months rent money on it, his last bit of money, he had only three bottles left. And still, there was no relief as his mouth dried again at the next person his eyes laid on.