(Please note that this is to be read in first person through the eyes of Shadow-Tail)
Be sobor, be vigilant: Because your advisary the devil, as a roaring loin, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.
Bible. 1 Peter v. 8
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Light flashed into my eyes as the world around me came into view. The light was blinding at first, much to my displeasure, but soon I was able to get a grasp of this new terrain. If barley, as a red as dark as blood covered my view as if I was looking through unclean windows.
A simple room, I realized, made of stone. The floors were carpeted, and their was a fireplace at the end of the room opposite to the door. A dining room, it must have been, as signs of a table marked the rugs, leaving an imprint of the recently moved furniture.
Below me was a few drips of old blood and a book with a sign of oblivion marked on it's cover. It was obvious that someone has been here very recently, but who, he pondered, would do this...
"Demon," said a voice from behind me, "turn and face me."
I turned as he commanded, and beheld the stranger's appearance. An Imperial male, not even of age to hold a sword. He wore basic jeans, a red sweater, and a pair of socks.
"Why does a boy want to tamper with the affairs of a demon," I asked, "when he has not the ablility to defend himself against it?"
The boy took a step back once he had him in his view, yet stopped himself sort, trying to seem in conrtol and to pretend that the demon in front of him was not to be feared. His reaction was not suprising, as he had indeed become a daedra after all.
"I know what you are," he stated in an matter of fact manner, "and I know that you cannot hurt me because I used a spell that prevents you from hurting me."
I could not tell where this was going, but I felt a sense that I had read something like this before. Before the boy could go on, I cut him off.
"Wait, don't tell me," I said with a hint of humor, "you are going to be a great achmage one day, and want to make a magic dress for your mother who is an enchanter at the University. I've heard the story before."
The shock on the boy's face was great, which prevented me from telling if I was indeed correct or if he was shocked by my witty remark.
"Nothing of the short," the boy said in an increasingly worried manner, "i just need some help with something."
"And what, per say, is this "something" that needs to be done?" I asked as humor was replaced by my fustration with the child.
"You see, I want to leave here and go on an adventure," said the boy with pride that quickly turned to sadness "but my parents died a few days ago by bandits when they went to get food and water."
I brushed the child’s pathetic whines aside like a bad joke. "So, the brave adventurer wants someone to babysit him on a quest for revenge? Do yourself a favor and stand out of my way! I..."
A sudden pain overcame me as I fell to my knees, clenching my chest as the fire from my body shot out, as if erupting like a volcano. Pain overcame me once more as my metallic plates that I now called skin moved in an unnatural ways, as if they were...changing.
Soon the pain became too much to handle, and as the room with embers, I looked to the boy. He looked at me in horror, and at the corner of my mind, I smiled with wicked pleasure at his fear.
"What I'm I becoming?" I thought to myself as, once again, the darkness came to swallow me whole.
"I'm seriously getting tired of this..."
It will never be 100% over, but she's finally learning to leave the past behind her and appreciate the companionship and acceptance of her friends. 
