can be the devil*[RILEY]

[damon]

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While Damon had always been pro-dark side, he had never been to this extent. Before, it was with the views that he no longer wanted to hide in the shadows. He wanted to show all the humans what they were dealing with and what was out there. Why keep it a secret? It was among them and they had the right to know just as everyone else did. If there was some secret other species that was lurking under his nose, he damn well sure wanted to hear about it. It sounded logical. He didn’t really consider him above them (well, he considered himself above everyone, but it wasn’t like the humans were a special below him or anything. They fit in with everyone else he knew). Plus, he was pretty sure he would have been disowned if he were on the dark side of the war, even if there were some in his family that remained loyal to the humans. He used to think they weren’t so bad. Not so bad.

So many things had changed since then. To think it had only been the course of a few events over a couple of years. Maybe even one. He didn’t know. Time was different to the firetamer. It wasn’t just humans he felt like he was after. It was the world. The world collapsing in front of him. During all of his bad boy stunts in the past, he always figured that his luck was going to run out for him. It never bothered him. He never thought about it. Now that all the luck was run dry, he really wished he would have thought things differently. Every day, something reminded him of the pain in his chest and in his heart. He blocked it out. The firetamer, ironic considering the fire in his blood, never felt colder. He found it was easier this way. Already, he was starting to show the signs of feeling better. Damon’s “feeling better” was actually more of blocking everything he had ever knew out, but either way, it was somewhat working. That still didn’t settle it. He sold his soul to the devil.

Okay, it wasn’t the devil, but it might as well have been. Someone to protect his family because his little guys were all over the place making sure everything was in top form. The man in charge usually had someone put as a certain ‘job’ but since Damon’s ‘contract’ was a little strange and extensive, so was his work. Most of the time, he just killed people off. Or he was going to. There hadn’t been a call for him yet, and he wasn’t looking forward to the reality of him being a killer. Damon had done all kinds of stuff in the past. Drink. Smoke. Sniff. Steal. He never had thought about murder before. In fact, a year ago, he was sure that the thought of killing someone else would sicken him. It still kind of did, somewhere in his stomach. But it was for his family. It was to keep them safe. What else was he supposed to do? The Ellis clan needed to stick to each other. If no one else was going to do anything else, it was time for him to step in. Some might have said it was bit drastic measures. Maybe that’s what they needed. Something drastic.

It had been a couple of weeks. Elliot informed him it wasn’t going to be for a while since he usually had his other knights take care of it. Ease him into it as it will. After losing his dearest cousins… he couldn’t think about anything else. Damon was losing everything. Even the last woman who might have cared for him in a way he needed was gone. Off with a child he would never see. Rough life. There was no other option for him. This was just the way it had to be. Damon didn’t tell a soul about this of course. There were too many wrong things about it. He was getting up the courage to tell Annette, who he told absolutely everything in the world to after Riley died. It used to be Riley. His twin. His brother. Damon pushed those away as he pushed open the doors. In dark times like these, it was nice to return to somewhere similar. Somewhere he was used to seeing. So many memories walking in there trying to stay calm, cool, and collected. This is where he met Vi- another friend who went MIA.

That wasn’t what he was thinking of though. The memories he was thinking of was the first time he went with a group of friends for a drink. He had been such a dumbass. All nervous and sweaty. If it weren’t for his older bud having his back, he would have never gotten away with the fake ID. Even if this place didn’t care. From the looks of some of those in this place, that part hadn’t changed a bit. It was still open to everyone who wanted it. Damon went up to the counter, noticing the same guy was also behind the counter. That guy hadn’t aged a day. Not really something new in the city of Manuka. ”Black Russian.” He told him. The man behind the counter nodded approvingly, mixing the drinks and not even bothering to ID him. The only people who ID Damon at this point where the superficial newbies who thought they had to stick to the book exactly. Pussies. This is why Damon didn’t have a job. An official job, anyway.

Off a ways, he saw someone who almost looked familiar, but Damon couldn’t get up the courage to look at the man. It looked like… well it didn’t matter. He just kept his eyes down as he waited for his drink at the bar. Instead, his eyes tried to look around for anyone who was interesting. Not the familiar man. No, avoid him at all costs. It was easy not to feel anything when he didn’t think about it. Did what he normally did. Put on an easy teasing smile.

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