Daemones Dominus

22 August 2018 - Wednesday

Today was great! It was my birthday (I turned 16) and I got $150 from my Nana, a new laptop from my parents and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I also got this leather notebook that I'm  going to use as a diary. I'm not gonna put "Dear Diary" though, that's just stupid.

23 August 2018 - Thursday

Oh man, today my girlfriend gave me a  special "treat" at lunch today behind the gym. I don't think I should tell you what it was though, it was pretty.... sexy

24 August 2018 - Friday

I had the strangest dream last night. I got up and was walking down the road. While I was walking past the House of Mirrors (a mirror shop in my town) I noticed that my reflection had small lumps on it's head and black eyes. The eyes weren't just black though, well, they were, but whenever I moved, they'd leave a small trail that would disappear after a few seconds, like they were pouring shadows. I didn't seem to notice though and I kept walking. I walked all the way through to the other side of town and out into the western suburbs. I stopped outside of Steve's house (one of my friends). I just stood outside, staring at the house. Then I walked up to the door and just held the handle. It was night time and I didn't want to wake anyone up so I tried to leave, but I couldn't take my hand of the handle, then a voice (it sounded like my voice) whispered, "I think it's time you went to sleep." That's when I woke up in the middle of the floor of my room. I have to go now, mum's yelling at me to get ready for school.Steve wasn't at school today. I'm probably just being paranoid but I think it had something to do with that dream. It was so strange, no matter how weird or violent or restless the dream, I've never woken up outside of my bed, or sleep walked.

25 August 2018 - Saturday

They announced Steve dead today. They said that his mum found him yesterday after coming home from work. He died in his sleep, no one knows how. 

27 August 2018 - Monday

The funeral was yesterday. I didn't have time to write.

28 August 2018 - Tuesday

I'm completely over Steve's death, it's almost like I never knew him or never cared at all. It's like those stories on the news. People die but you have absolutely no connection to them and you know it's sad but, you don't really care. I also had another dream last night, just like the other one except this time horns had grown where the lumps were and I had a tail. This time though, I was outside Marcus' house before I woke up.

29 August 2018 - Wednesday

Marcus was away today, but I almost felt happy about that. If he's dead, does that make me a bad person for being happy about that possibility? When I woke up today my laptop was on and a text file was open. The only thing it said was "Daemones Dominus." What language is that?

30 August 2018 - Thursday

I was right, Marcus is dead. He was a good friend, but I'm not sad about the loss. Actually, I almost feel... happy? proud? I feel good about it, but I also feel physically and mentally stronger. Why?

31 August 2018 - Friday

Another dream, this one different. I was in my room, standing in front of the full-body mirror by my desk. I remember putting on my glasses to hide my eyes. There were others too, two of them. One was a girl with black hair and purple eyes, the other one looked like the Grim Reaper except that it had a plane white mask on. I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl but I think it was a guy because he looked kind of buff. I remember having a conversation with the lady. It went like this:

Me - "Who next?"

Girl - "How about your best friend, or your girlfriend?"

Me - "No, I'm saving them for last, when the transformations complete."

Girl - "Good thinking."

Me - "Go to sleep now."

And that's when I woke up. Could I be killing them?

1 September 2018 - Saturday

I didn't have a dream last night. I've also been feeling different. I feel fitter, stronger, faster, smarter and ultimately better. I also don't get tired, the only down side is that I have gaps or lapses in my memory. I don't know what's happening, but it feels great! I don't get hungry either!

6 September 2018 - Thursday

I feel crap. My eyes hurt, my head hurts, my back hurts and my tail bone hurts.It feels like something's trying to force it's way out of my body. I've also been seeing purple eyes around and in my room, never more then one pair at a time. What's happening to me?

20 September 2018 - Thursday

I've been in hospital since the 7th. They ran every test on me but found nothing, only small lumps on my head, lover back and on my shoulder blades. They wouldn't let me bring my diary with me, but now I've been released. I'm still in a lot of pain, but there's nothing they can do for me. Help.

21 September 2018 - Friday

I haven't been to school since August. I think it was the 31st, but I can't remember. I was told that almost all of my friends are dead, only my best friend Tom and my girlfriend Katie are still alive. I know I killed everyone.

25 September 2018 - 

Tom's dead. I'm losing track of all the days. That things coming for me. The girl and the reaper. I can only keep writing to save my mind but I don't know why. Katie's next. Then me. Save me.

PLEASE HELP ME.

28 September 2018 - 

Time is short. I know what's happening now.

I don't know how it's possible, but it is. I'm hiding this note book away in the hope that one day I'll find it again. If anyone should find this before me, then they must know hat I am barely human any more. The horns don't hurt any more, but the tail and wings are still growing. My time is up, but to anyone finds this, please remember me. I love you Katie. I miss you already, I'm sorry that I couldn't say good-bye in person. Please remember me. My name is...

~~~~~

15 May 2030 - Wednesday

I completely lost my humanity 12 years ago. I don't remember much about that time, only what's written in this journal. I found this while searching the house of my latest victims. It wasn't until something drew me to this book and I read it that I realised they were my parents that I killed. I miss them. Sorrow. A human emoting I abandoned 12 years ago. I've missed it. I miss being human. I took everything I had for granted. I'm the Lord of the Demons now. The youngest ever, 28 by human years, but barely even a child by demon years. I was destined for this, or so I was told. Zhaira (the girl with purple eyes) took me under her wing when the transition started. She's not a demon, but she's not human either. I have no idea how powerful she is, or what she is, but she has a demon as a... slave? He's almost as powerful as me, if not more. I'm remembering more now about my human life. I think somewhere, somehow, I'm still human. A human trapped in a demon's body? Why me? I don't  know, but the more I write, the more I remember, the more I feel. I feel an emptiness I haven't felt in an eternity it seems. I miss life, I miss my friends, I miss my parents, I miss everything. I don't feel like myself any more. I feel... human. Do you think that somewhere out there, even a devil may cry? I can feel it. The warm liquid flowing down me face. What was it? Tears, I think that's what they are. Yea, tears. I'm crying. I feel so alone, so weak, so vulnerable. I don't want this. I am the Lord of the Demons. Daemones Dominus. That's who I am, but I don't want it. I want to be human. I want to live again. I want to love, to cry, to feel emotion, to sleep, to eat. I want my life back, I want to be human. I want to be human.

Katie. I wonder how she is. Is she happy? Maybe, in another reality, I could of at least said good-bye. Daemones Dominus.... A noble title, surely, but not one that I want.

Who am I? I don't deserve a name. I'm a devil, a monster. I don't deserve to live, but I will seek out my humanity.

I want to be human.

~~~~~

She walked through the rows of grave, holding a bouquet of roses. It was raining, but she still only wore jeans and a t-shirt. She stopped in front of a grave. It looked like any other moss covered grave. She read the date, ignoring the name concealed by moss. 22 August 2002 - 28 September 2018. She knelt down and cleaned the grave, placing the roses on the newly cleaned grave one by one. 29 roses. "One for each year," she whispered, "happy birthday." She stood up, letting the rain fall on her. She heard something behind her and she turned to face what looked like a man. He ad wings, a tail and two horns on his head. His head was lowered and his dark hair hung over his face.

"Katie?" He asked.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" He raised his head and pointed at the grave. "Who are you?" She asked again. He was wearing glasses.

"I've missed you." He replied with sadness in his voice.

"Tell me who you are or else I'll call the police." She noticed a small leather notebook in his hand. He raised his free hand to take off his glasses revealing black eyes. Katie stepped closer, staring into his eyes. "I know you, don't I." He nodded and his eyes grew lighter. "Tell me, who are you?" She reached up and felt his face. She realised he was crying. His eyes became completely clear and human and she instantly recognised him. She stepped back in shock as she said his name. "Jesse?" The man closed his eyes and she rushed forward to hug him. "I've missed you so much!" She said. He hugged her and gave her the book. For a long time they stood there holding each other without saying a word. Then he whispered in her ear, "I want to be human."

(Zhaira)