The Boy Who Ate a Soul

My life was a living hell, and that night I would've died if I hadn't met him; he saved me, and even offered to make deal with me. If I only knew that he wasn't human, no he was the boy who ate the souls of humans, and it seemed, he had taken a liking to mine. My name is Allen Hughes, and this is my story about my friend; the boy who ate a soul.


2. Grey Dawn

   "Get up Allen!" it was the sound of his mother's voice, "You'll be late for school!" 

   "Ugh," was all that he replied with as he tried to roll over and go back to sleep. He didn't want to go to school, he hated the idea of having to get up each day, Monday through Friday and go to a place full of disdainful people that he was practically forced to refer to as, his peers. However he knew that if he didn't get up his mother would keep yelling, which in turn could wake up the alcoholic sperm doner that was his father in the next room. He didn't particularly want to get a belt across his backside, so begrudgingly he got up and started another day from as he saw it; hell. 

   "Allen Hughes! Are you up yet!?" his mother yelled again.

   "I'm up mom!" he yelled back. Now that he was up and slowly moving about he began to register the smell of bacon and eggs; oh how he loved the smell of bacon and eggs. Hurriedly gathering his things into his bag that he would need for the day he thundered downstairs to the kitchen.

   "Hi honey," his mother greeted him warmly, "I've made some eggs and bacon for you." setting the plate in front of her son she immediately went back to working on her own breakfast, sipping coffee as she went. 

   "Oh, I almost forgot," Allen tried to speak with egg in his mouth. His mother promptly turned to him and with a disapproving look answered.

   "You know better than to talk with your mouth full young man," she scolded.

   "Sorry," he replied swallowing the food. "Can I take some of the extra bacon to Alois?"

   "You really care for that poor boy don't you?" she smiled as she prepared a small sack of bacon, bread, and cheese for her son's friend. "Here you go hun, I suggest you leave now, if you're gonna get him from the chapel and be on time to school."

   "Alright," he replied, kissing his mother and heading out the door. "Love you, have a good day mom!" He shut the door before she could answer as he headed towards Eighth Street. As far as his mom, siblings, or anyone was concerned, Alois was a boy who lost his family in a mysterious fire in another town and he became a wanderer before being taken in by Father Cornell, the man who lead the congregation at the church. 

   "Ah good morning, Allen!" called the Father as Allen neared the church. The father was doing what he always did in the morning, sweeping the entrance to the church, and making sure everything was ready in case someone came in to perform a confession with him.

   "Good morning Father Cornell," he replied as he stopped short of the steps of the church. "Here, I've brought some bread for you for communion, if you'd like" he handed the father the partial loaf of bread he snuck from the bread box at home earlier; Allen liked the Father for the reason that he was a pleasant man who unlike the previous Father, didn't forcibly shove religion down your throat and wouldn't aggressively argue over a person's personal beliefs. 

   "Why thank you kindly, Allen," he smiled as he took the loaf of bread. "I will see that it goes to good use. If you're looking for Alois, he's polishing the alter in the sanctuary at the moment."

   "Thank you Father," Allen smiled as he entered the church, proceeding directly to the sanctuary. He chuckled at the thought of a demon polishing an altar, in a house of God of all places.

   "How's polishing the altar going, Alois?" he smirked upon reaching his companion. Alois turned around giving Allen a sort of glare as he stood up and leaned against the altar.

   "I hate it," he snorted. "I hate doing this work, a true demon should never stoop to this sort of work." He picked up the sponge and pail and returned it to the supply closet. "I don't see why you don't let me posses the old man, or even better, kill him." 

   "Not nice Alois," Allen smiled as walked up to his partner and pressed the cross necklace he made Alois wear against his smooth, and pale skin. There was an immediate sizzling sound as the crucifix burned into the demon boy's flesh. Alois stumbled backwards, falling onto the altar as Allen held the crucifix to his body.

   "Allen, please..." the demonic boy moaned, tears of blood coming to his eyes. "I'm sorry for being naughty.... it hurts so much," he moaned more as the cross burned further into his body. "Allen please stop." Allen, satisfied with punishing Alois let go of the crucifix and smiled slightly as Alois fell to the floor clasping his neck in agony, tears still streaming down his face.

   "You forget, he gave you a home, where I couldn't," Allen replied tersely. "I like the old man and so as per our contract, I command you to protect him, and never as so much upset him."

   "Heheh, That's why I like you Allen," Alois smiled getting to his feet, holding his partner's chin in his hand as he drew close. "Your soul is pure, but enraptured in darkness; much like smooth vanilla enraptured by the darkest chocolate. The smell drives me crazy, it makes me want you so bad, you've no idea." He then bit softly into his partner's neck, drawing blood to restore his damaged body.

   "Damn you," Allen softly sighed, giving into Alois' grasp.

   "It's not like you don't enjoy it," he taunted quietly. "I know you want to be with me just as much." He pulled away,grabbing the sack Allen's mom had made for him. "We should get going, don't want to be late for school," he smirked devilishly. And with that, the two partners headed out of the church towards school under the shroud of the mist that accompanied this grey dawn.

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