Chapter 6- Losing Is For The Weak

The pain.

It's too much.

"H-Help...d-dad please...s-she's taking o-over..."

My father grips my chin, a devious smirk lining his mouth.

"It's about time you learn how to become stronger and take a little pain, Symph."

"N-Nameless...I-I can't..."

"The devil is your brother. Your sister can handle it. Why can't you?"

My eyes start to flicker between blue, white, and red, my temples throbbing.

"I can't hold her off..."

"I didn't raise a weak girl, Symphony."

My hands start to tingle and when I look down, I see the blood red inking up my arms to my fingertips, forming a glowing red light.

"D-Dad, please! I need help!"

"You are a disappointment, Symphony."

And with that, he disappeared into thin air.

Leaving me to struggle with my own inner demon.

You are weak. You'll never be like me. Ever.

I don't want to be like you, Nameless!

But you will be, and you know it. You'll be a monster.

No...

Monster.

I'm not a—not a—

"I'M NOT A MONSTER!!"

I let out a blood curdling scream, a cry for help, as burning pain forms at my temples and my hands.

Searing.

Excruciating.

Pain.

A yellow mist appears in front of me, and the welcoming and worried face of my older sister comes into view.

She grabs onto my hands which are sizzling with red flames, watching as they die down.

"Symphony, what's happening to you?!"

"Deia! H-Help! Dad, h-he left me! He left me when I needed help! N-Nameless is t-taking over! I'm not a m-monster!"

My eyes start to flicker again, and Deia sits in front of me.

"You aren't, I know you aren't, and I know you and dad have your differences—"

"Differences?!"

My eyes stop at blood red as I begin to laugh hysterically.

"Me and father have our differences?! Dad is a monster. He wouldn't even help his child when she was going through pain! Now I'll make him go through some pain...feel his blood on my hands...and you know what? I love the title of monster...way better than being weak. Just like you. Maybe we'll start with you first."

"N-Nameless?!"

"That's me. Get used to it cause I'm going to be here for a while."

I produce a dagger out of nowhere, raising it towards her chest when she disappears in a cloud of yellow mist.

I'll get her next time.

I giggle like a madwoman, teleporting over to dear father.

If we can even call him that.

Sitting in his chair, watching that glowing orb, is my father.

Surrounded by all the demonic symbols that make him even more powerful then he already is.

Even has the scepter as well.

"Symphony, is that you? Did you finally figure out how to not be a weak bitch?"

"There's no Symphony, only Nameless."

"Ohh, so my daughter is weaker then I thought. Funny."

He doesn't even bother looking behind him, because he knows I'm already there with my knife raised.

"Wouldn't do that, sweetheart. You know I'm stronger than you. Faster than you."

"But you know I'm more powerful than you."

I can already sense the smirk on his face.

"Perhaps you are, my child. Put the knife down and show me what you got."

My playful look drops, as does the knife.

I take one step back, and my father rises to his unnaturally tall height.

Leaning slightly on his scepter, he turns to me.

His eyes are pitch black and expelling black ooze.

And there are dark black veins running up his arms to his palms, forming a black mass of destruction.

Nameless smirks, and she forms red and sable orbs of black magic in her hands.

She charges at her father, slashing and throwing orbs of magic at him.

He fights her back, and Nameless's lips rise in a snarl, as she lacerates his eye with her talon, watching as deep red blood exudes from it.

He snickers darkly, and Nameless backs away a few steps.

"Alright, alright. You've proved yourself quite enough. Nasty scratch there. If you keep up this work—"

His eyes dim down back to there original green color, and he wipes some of the blood away from the bleeding slash across his eye with his hand.

"—you may just become the next ruler and watcher of both hell and the underworld combined."

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(CELIA'S POV)

I stare at the girl expelling yellow smoke, and I blink a few times.

"B-But I don't want another demon! You're going to take over me!"

"I won't, I won't. I'm not as vicious and power hungry as my sister."

She smirks, producing a yellow orb then diminishing it with a small squeeze of her hand.

"I'm here to help."

"With what?!"

"Destroying her."

A part of me doesn't want to, but a bigger part of me knows it's best.

But she's basically the most powerful being in this world...how am I supposed to compete with that?

"Because you have me. You are also extremely powerful, and saying you have that whole camp of supernaturals on your side, we can very well kill her."

She frowns slightly.

"And my father."

"Your father?!"

"Yes. He's coming. Today. At the battle which you have to compete in. I may be a demon, I may be evil, but I'm not stupid enough to let my younger sister, my older brother, and my father to take over the world."

She releases a small snicker.

"I would rather be the one to do that."

She stands up, grabbing my hand.

"Since I'm your demon, I'm going to have to take control."

"Why?!"

"If you want to get out of the underworld that's the way to go."

She merges back into me, and my eyes start flickering between violet and yellow, stopping at a pure yellow.

"Woo! Haven't been a human in over five centuries! It feels good to be back!"

She boots down the door with one kick, teleporting us out of the underworld.

She teleports us again to the camp.

It's surrounded in a shadowy vortex of pitch black clouds, and black, blue, orange, white, and so many other colored lightning bolts.

Everyone's demons are here...including Nameless's.

I can feel it.

I can feel her.

Even if she isn't inside of me, I still know.

She's calling to me.

And I know this was her plan all along.

She knows it too.

He knows it too.

He is near. He is ready to strike.

The man with the large slash through his right eye from the original Nameless centuries back, the original Nameless that was possessing Symphony.

Symphony.

She knows it's bad that I know her real name.

She knows the power I now can hold over her because of it.

But she also believes she can beat me.

She knows she can beat me in this battle.

Because she knows that she has the camp and their demons on her side.

He is watching us at the moment.

He knows when to strike.

He knows when to kill.

The people he is going to kill tonight?

Me, Symphony, and anyone who gets in his way.

I know you're coming for me, Jaron Seth.

I know you're coming for me, Symphony's father.

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(NAMELESS'S POV)

Oh, Celia.

You know it's your time to die, don't you?

I have the camp on my side.

How?

Because I found a way to get their demons out permanently.

No more Acheron for you. Or Gale, or Draven, or Eliana, or Aquamarine, or even Aspen.

You know she trusts me more than you.

Who do you think acted as her motherly figure and best friend when her actual mother was rotting in hell?

That's right, me.

It's all me.

Because you're useless.

Today's that day.

Today he's coming.

My father is coming.

I haven't seen him in years, but after all the things I did?

I know he's going to try and destroy me for good.

But guess what?

Me and the original Nameless, my inner demon, made an alliance.

We'll destroy him and Celia together, in order for me to let her take control of me for a year.

Of course I agreed, because then I can watch all of the chaos she'll create, in my own mind!

The fun that'll be, both of the most powerful beings in the world, in one?

Sounds like a blast.

And perhaps it will be.

Not everyone will survive that year, but those who aren't are weak.

And the weak are always the ones who die in the movies.

But this isn't a movie, this is real life!

Which means, it's time to inflict some pain on people.

Isn't that right, Nameless?

Very, Symphony. I want the world and everyone in it to burn.

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(DRAVEN'S POV)

Me, Shadow, Shade, Vengeance, and Paine are ready.

Yes...I agreed to help Nameless.

Yes...you probably hate me.

But think about it...I'm the ruler over darkness, I'm the Grim Reaper, my loyalty lies within the shadows.

Which good old Nameless is in.

We've had our differences, we've had our mistakes, but in the end?

We always end up together.

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(ACHERON'S POV)

I'm currently struggling to get out of my own mind.

Astaroth's in control and I always know that leads to mayhem.

I should've known my half brother, Draven, was in with this, but Aspen?

I didn't expect this from her at all.

Aspen was the main part of this all, taking Nameless's side.

Maybe I was wrong all along?

Maybe Nameless is the one I should be forming alliances with?

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(ASPEN'S POV)

Love is a disease.

Love is painful.

Love is a poison.

Love is what ruins people.

Love isn't what you want.

I am naive. I am gullible.

I understand that...I understand that I, Aspen Soulless, is a nature spirit. The bringer of peace and agreements. I understand that I took the side of the one I shouldn't have, of Nameless.

An evil death spirit, demon, and one of the most powerful beings.

Someone I should've stayed away from.

But it wasn't my decision, she helped me through this all, since I was ten years old and my own parents did nothing to help me.

Sure, if I wasn't so close with her I would choose the other side, the side that feels so right but so wrong at the same time.

The good side.

But in the end, I chose the bad.

She acted somewhat as a mother figure, when my mother was nowhere to be found.

Yes, the people here are my friends, my acquaintances, but Nameless is just a little something more.

And of course, that leads me to say that I helped Nameless with this all.

But it's the least I could do...help her set up this battlefield for us to basically have a war against her own father?

But hear me out.

Everyone has their disputes, everyone is angry at one point or another in their life, and as a nature spirit, sometimes I don't believe violence is the answer.

But my demon side of me believes it is.

Sometimes, it can be.

And in this moment, all the pain and suffering he has caused her, she believes this is the best option.

And I do too.

Because you only know yourself the best...and myself trusts in Nameless.

But maybe I'm putting myself in grave danger.

Am I going to die?

I pray with everything I have that this was the right decision.

Perhaps this was all a humongous mistake?

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(ANONYMOUS'S POV)

Silly, silly girl.

You believe you can beat me?

Just because you have your little minions on your side?

I am one of the most powerful beings to ever exist.

You are just a spawn of me.

You are a shadow of me.

You are worthless.

You are weak.

I hope you're ready, sweetheart.

Because I'm here now, and your time's up, Symphony Esmerelda Seth.

It's time to die.

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(CELIA'S POV)

I walk across the street, hopping the fence to get inside.

As soon as I enter the premise, rain pours down on me.

I feel the tension.

I feel the power.

Practically being spoon fed to me.

I'm ready...

But are you?

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(NAMELESS'S POV)

Is that her?

Yes.

As soon as I see her round the corner, I resist the urge to burst out laughing.

She thinks she can beat me and a group of evil demons?

Silly Celia. Now I truly understand why people call her a psychopath, because only psychopaths think they can beat me.

But...

Maybe she'll be useful.

As a human shield.

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(ANONYMOUS'S POV)

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

The clock strikes twelve.

Tick.

I'm powerful.

Tock.

I'm here.

Tick.

I'm ready.

Tock.

To kill.

Tick.

Symphony Esmerelda Seth, are you ready to die?

Tock.

Celia Lucy Mae, are you ready to die?

Tick.

This'll be fun.

Tock.

See you in hell, hon.