//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 Shadows: Bloodshed // Story: Supernatural: Day, Night, and Shadows // by BioQuillFiction //------------------------------// Sombra sat in the house Crowley took from his vessel, chewing away at the corpse of a child. It was a girl, and he admitted, her blood tasted...sweat, unlike the wife of Crowley’s vessel, which tasted of plain copper, and a hint of mint, strangely enough. It was his reward for deals well done. A month had passed since his first deal, Sombra now carrying fifteen souls under contract, and Crowley holding twenty. “I have to say, we make a good team Sombra.” Crowley mused, sipping a glass of whisky. “Blech, bland. I must see if my brand from my human days is still being made.” “What’s ‘brand’?” Sombra asked. Crowley rolled his eyes. “It’s a specific type of item. Say… the whisky I am drinking here… is crap. Not my favorite,  that’s called Craig, aged for at least thirty years. Been drinking it since, well, since I was about your age...however old you are.” Crowley pondered, taking another sip and gagging at it. “...Say Sombra, what was that trick you did that got us out of hell in the blink of an eye?” Sombra looked up at Crowley, mouth covered in blood. “Not sure, but, I’ve seen you teleport like that?” “Yeah, but it’s not easy teleporting across the world, not as I am now anyway. You, your...horn, thing lit up and we were topside.” Sombra shrugged. “It just happened.” “Hmmm. The demon that gave you to me said you can enter shadows, can you still do that?” “Yeah.” Sombra demonstrated by phasing into something like a liquid shadow, slithering around and taking cover inside the shadow of Crowley’s whisky bottle, then popping out on his lap. “Everything is white and light blue though when I do that.” “Strange?” Crowley said, tossing Sombra off of him. “Perhaps we should do some old fashioned dirty work.” “Like dig?” “No...just no you dumb...whatever you are. I mean let’s go out and kill some people, have some fun, scare the kiddies.” “Is that really fun?” “You like to eat corpses right?” “Yeah!” “Then think of this as...playing with your food...in a sense.” Crowley said, snapping his fingers as Nevaro appeared. “Watch the house boy, I am going to show Sombra how torture and murder can be fun.” Nevaro barked in reply, and Crowley grabbed Sombra by his scruff and teleported just outside of town. He dropped Sombra upon arrival. “Ouch…” Sombra groaned, getting himself back up. “So...where’s the fun?” “Well first, we pick targets, people no one will immediately notice or miss….Perhaps a drunk. For starters.” Crowley said as he walked into Town, Sombra close behind. “Stick to the shadows pup, for now.” Sombra pouted, but shifted into shadow and hid within Crowley’s. From the shadow Sombra watched Crowley walk to a bar, observe the tenets, and when a dirty old man was thrown out for not paying his tab, Crowley got up. They followed him to an empty street, then Crowley spoke up. “Hello sir.” He said, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. “How about a friendly...chat.” He signaled for Sombra to appear, and once he did, he grabbed him and teleported the two to their houses basement. Crowley had managed to acquire some...hobby items. Bone saws, chains, large meat hooks, surgical scalps, a few hammers, and a table with restraints. He quickly forced the man down, locking him onto the table. “Wha? Da hell?!” The man said, half drunk and trying to register what was transpiring. “So...what now?” Sombra asked, shadowing himself up to the table. “Now.” Crowley said, picking up a dagger. “We have some fun.” He then jabbed the dagger into the man’s arm, the man screaming in pain as Crowley carved it through his bone. “Now you go.” Sombra looked at the man, who was still crying in pain. Sombra grabbed the dagger’s handle in his mouth, pulling it out, then slashing the already carved flesh, making the man yelp in pain. ‘No, no, no. Be more forceful Sombra, really put...well, your body weight into it.” Sombra nodded, walking to the other arm and, swaying his body, jabbed the dagger halfway into the man’s arm bone, making him scream again. “Better.” Crowley commented. “The trick it breaking the bone when you cut, not just splitting it.” Sombra let go of the knife. “This is neat...I wonder…” Sombra said aloud, focusing on the tied up man as his horn lit up with a black aura. Soon, the man began to shake furiously, his bones moving under his skin...while he screamed, conscious for it all. His skull and head was not where his left arm would be, his spine was replaced with the bones in his laft leg, his spine now his right arm, and the other bones new, unnatural locations made him a screaming, crying monstrosity. Sombra smiled, clapping his hooves. “This is fun!” Crowley would never admit it, not to the devil, god, or even himself, but in that moment...he felt pride in what Sombra had done. “That’s right boy, and nice using that horn of yours. Guess it’s not for erectile dysfunctions after all.” Crowley was laid in bed, resting. Demons don’t need to rest, but Crowley did it out of habit, and, because it was the one place he could remember. Sombra never seemed to sleep, as far back as he could remember he never needed sleep. After them man he and Crowley tortured, mangled and killed, Sombra got a taste for the blood. He liked the taste before...but now...he wanted to kill his prey. Make it suffer and scream before feasting. He wanted to play with his food. Using his shadow ability, Sombra easily left the house, heading back into town he began searching for pray. Something that would be easy. Something weak. His eyes, from the shadows, spotted the woman he made his first deal with, the man she had love her by her side, her belly larger. Behind her, several people walked. They seemed...wrong. Somehow. Sombra couldn’t place it, but the three people following his first deal just seemed...wrong. He followed them, they followed his first deal. He then saw them tackle the man to the ground, one of the free ones holding the woman still. At this, Sombra saw them reveal a retractable row of teeth like his.. He stepped out of the shadows. “Um. Hello?” They all turned to him, the three assailants, and the man all looked at him...confusion across their faces. The woman however, seemed happy to see him. “What are you doing?” “...Trying to feast.” The one holding the woman replied, confused. “What...are you?” “No idea.” Sombra replied. “So...you’re going to kill that man?” “Duh.” One of the ones holding the man down replied. “The woman too.” “Oh, you can’t do that.” “...What?” “You can’t do that, she still has time on her contract.” “Contract...you’re some kind of demon?” “I guess.” “Well why do you care if her time is up now or later?” Sombra shrugged. “It just...bugs me.” “Just kill the demon wanna be.” One of the ones that was holding the man down got up, rushing at Sombra. Sombra blinked, seeing the not-human rush at him. Without even acting, shadow rushed out of the wall, decapitating it. “The hell?!” The one holding the woman yelled. Sombra looked at the remaining too. “I didn’t do it...Though… I wonder…” Sombra pondered, taking a step forwards, shadow appearing around him like an octopus raises its tentacles in defence. “Oh...that’s cool.” Sombra was grinning now, and it sent waves of fear down the not-humans backs. “Spare my deal and her mate, kill the not-humans.” Sombra ordered, the tentacles wrapping around the not-humans, taking them off the man and woman without harming them. Then squeezed the not-humans until their bodies broke into chunks, dropping them onto the ground before pulling all three corpses into the shadows. The man fainted while the woman walked up to Sombra, picking him up and hugging and kissing him. “Oh thank you again my cute little demon!” The woman said gratefully. “Your time isn’t up, I was just keeping my end of the deal...I think?” Sombra said, his voice muffled from being pressed into her chest. “Do other demons like you do what you just did?” The woman asked. Sombra pulled his head out of her chest. “I...don’t know any other demons like me. I was raised by hellhounds and given to a demon named Crowley.” “So...you’re the last of your kind, or the only one of your kind?” “I...I don’t know…” “Hmm. Mind if I speak with this Crowley? Once my husband wakes up.” “Sure...what for?” “You’ll see.” “I’m sorry, but what?” Crowley asked. When Sombra came home with two humans, saying the woman was his first deal and that sharp teethes not-humans, Vampires Crowley realized, and said she wanted to...renegotiate her deal. “You heard me, Make us demons, or something that can live a long time.”  the woman, Elisa, repeated. “...Why?” “To be with Sombra here.” Elisa said, picking up Sombra and hugging him. “He’s cute, gave me a body to die for, the man of my dreams, and we have a baby on the way.” “So...well...Look, I don’t know of a way to make you demons now, but I think there is a spell that will make you immortal to an extent. It’s a spell. Binds you to a person...or in this case demon/hellhound pony unicorn thing.” “What could kill us?” “For starters, Sombra dies, you die. Another thing would be specially made weapons, a rare tool I heard about simply called The Colt. Now...are you both serious about this?” Elisa nodded, her husband nodding also. “Will our baby be bound?” “Yes.” “My answer is still yes. Sombra gave me everything, plus he’s just so cute!” Elisa then squeezed Somba again, who seemed to be enjoying the affection that slightly sickened Crowley, the other half of him wanted in with him between those massive milk makers. “Well...Alright. I’ll be back, contact some old ‘friends’... til then, just...make yourselves at home I suppose.” Crowley said as he vanished. “So...demon servants Elisa?” Her husband, John, asked. “Yes John, you always wanted a unique life, what’s more unique that taking care of this little cutie.” Elisa said, scratching Sombra behind his ear, his shaking leg showing his joy. “Dawh.”