[The story may not be perfect, and it will be far from it but I would like your input. I am mainly writing it to practice writing dialogue and building characters that aren't like cardboard without the pressure to develop the lore of a world.
You get a story, although far from perfect and I get input on how to make characters more real.]
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Father of Devil's, Perpetual Blatherer
Heartless God.
A quite voice rang out in a dark room. No one answered, just as it had been for as long as he could remember. He tried to move, scratch an itch that had been festering for some time now but the chains on his hands forced him to stop.
He looked at them, they were dark with protrusions like thorns that had stabbed into his skin. "Why isn't there blood coming out?" The question was asked to the air, and as if by a miracle a voice came from the air. "Because they were made for that very propose child." The voice sounded exhausted but filled with a care that should have been foreign to such a grainy and deep whisper. "Honestly, why do you keep praying to him. He won't answer you. So why don't you just tear the chains from your hands, or better yet tear the hands from your body."
Silence filled the room again as the boy looked through the broken roof towards the crimson moon. " My lord will answer me and I can't regenerate to that level yet." A groan came from the very air before whispers r ached his ears again. "Yes you can't, but if you place the hands back to where they should be, they will reatach again."
This caused the boy's eyes to widen. He looked around the altar, a raised platform that had symbols of mysticism carved into the stone it was made from. Around it were severed parts of animals and humans while their blood was poured onto the boy.
Without further delay, the boy snapped his fingers causing profane symbols to appear in the air before they converged into a red, flaming dagger. Without a flinch he stabbed his own arm, his bicep wiggling under the heat, and with a slow motion she started cutting it off.
A smile was forming on the boy's face, the pain of the process giving him a certain pleasure that was tempting him to slow the process down. As he was a bout to reduce the intensity of the flames, " Faust, stop that. You will need to stop this new tendencies you have been getting and most importantly control them." The voice called to him. The whisper now stern.
It had watched as Faust turned slowly into what all people depicted devils as. Since awakening, Faust had been slowly allowing the chains to dig deeper into his skin, when he awoke they were not that deep but now the protrusions were nearly at the other side of his hands.
Hearing the rebuke, the smile on Faust's face faded and with a swift and forceful huff he teared through his arm causing it to fall onto the alter. "Now what?" When the hand fell, they both realised that even when the arms had fallen, how would they remove the chains from them. If they could find a method, how could he do it if he didn't have arms.
"I don't know, I was just giving you an idea." The voice sounded defeated and it was rightly so. It knew that Faust wasn't right in the head. It had watched him recite the honorific name of a diety, one who wasn't known to be kind, and even at some point he had turned it into a song. As it was about to talk once more Faust slowly turned his now empty shoulder, with black blood dripping to the chains.
As the blood fell onto the chains they slowly started being corroded. "I remembered that I had once fed my blood to a very mean man and he had turned into a group of worms. So I figured that if that worked, then I would turn the chains into worms and we can leave." His voice was innocent, but his eyes held a certain joy when he remembered the expression of the man.
The blood dripped into the chains, burning through them and even the stones underneath. A smile gradually formed on his lips and a low chuckle from the disembodied voice. In a few minutes the chains were eaten through, however, some parts remained in the boy's hand. Like the protrusions that had been inside his arm and a few centimeters of the chain that followed.
He now laid on the alter, now freed looking at the moon. He could see the signs of day coming but he didn't move. "I never asked but, what's your name?" The boy asked, his eyes slowly turning into a sickening reddish color and profane symbols floating around him. He was now free and could leave at any time so the voice wasn't needed for company.
"No need to get hostile, I am you." His answer didn't get a positive response from the young devil. The marks were slowly being filled with a dark red color, their original black fading. "It's true, I am basically your shadow. I guide you and act as the conscience you never had." This caused a bout of confusion and surprise to appear on the boy's face. The marks slowly grew darker but didn't dissapear.
"Is it that the reason you keep telling me to control my desires Shadow?" His question rang out. The voice gave a short answer that caused the boy to let out a small laugh. One filled with lunacy. "A devil with a conscience. I bet I am the only one of my race to ever have that." He mummured to himself wondering how the few acquaintances he had would react to it. "They would probably laugh at me." He said to himself with a small chuckle.
He nodd d to himself before turning back to look at the moon. "Well shadow, let us wreck havoc onto the world once more." He could feel that the porion had already been digested. As much as he hated his father his abilities were something he valued most from him. That and the very interesting things the man had shown him. "Shadow, do you know the formula to the porion I need." He asked the voice as he rose from the alter and walked to a relatively human corpse. It had long ears and it's skin was filled with marks but it was as close as he could think.
His body had already healed and apart from being naked he looked like an ordinary human. Sun kissed skin, a lean body and a pair of shinning blue eyes. He hopped towards the body and started to underess it. "I have the formula but it isn't going to do you want good." The boy paused as he was wearing his new looted pants. He looked to his side puzzled. "What do you mean it won't work. Is it because I will go mad?" His voice turned back to an innocent child with a bit of panic and wonder in his eyes.
"No, mostly because you have been connected to something else." This caused the boy to stop looting the bloodied shirt of another corpse and do a deep search of his body. He did fond something, a tether. One that he had ignored and thought that it was his connection to the abyss. He tried to follow it but halfway through the path he felt a great del of knowledge fill his mind.
Knowledge so great that it would cause the mind of some great men to crumble. However for Faust, the knowledge sipped into his mind and dissapeared. He also couldn't follow the tether anymore since his intuition warned him when he tried to do that again. "Faust, I think the abyss tried to communicate with you."
This caused the boy to be filled with nothing but confusion. "Explain, shadow." Shadow didn't stay silent for long before the whispers once more appeared. "When you followed that tether, it tried to talk to you but instead it's words were filled with too much information so it bared you from following the tether even more." As Shadow spoke, knowledge started filling into Faust's mind. New demonic rituals he had never knew, an archaic language that he was sure he couldn't speak but could write it down and a lot of useless knowledge about the size, composite, position and every little thing about the abyss. They all settled in his mind.
"In this information, was a core message. I think that is what it wanted to tell you." As Shadow continued Faust felt his mind be pulled into a dark space. Inside here was a large being. It had a large red crown on its head and a dark book in one of it's four arms. The skin of this being was a deep red, but it had marks that looked like cracks where darkness seemed to seep through. " Child, you won't be able to advance like the rest of your kin. However, worry not for there is a path." One of it's hands reached for the large book and one reached for the large ran like horns on its head, stretching them out as if they were not fitting. As the pages turned, gigantic words, written in the archaic language he had just learnt, filled his vision.
"For every time you want to ascend the sequence, you need to sacrifice something. Nothing is free in this world and in exchange for power I will need something." As the vision faded he saw a new word. One that he could feel was layered with curses. The layers slowly pealed away and a word appeared, "SOULS."
As his vision returned to the dark room with the red moon overhead, he felt a smile appearing on his face. He didn't smile because of the new information and the ease of advancing on his path, no he smiled because of a small voice. It had spoken to him when he was leaving the vision. Feminine and filled with love, thus it wasn't from Shadow.
"Shadow, since you are trying to make me control my desires you can be considered as the angel on my shoulder, right?" He asked right away. Shadow sounded confused as he answered. "Yes, I guess I could be. Why do you ask?" Curiosity filled his voice.
"I think I might have just found the devil on my shoulder." Faust spoke, his voice filled with joy and with that he skipped towards the large metalic door at the edge of the room. A spring in his step and a tune on his lips.