Kakodaimon Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
In the last seventeen months there had been only one incident…
that Kaylynn could remember. Something overcame her and she blacked out. What
followed were flashes and broken moments. It was sort of like a dream, sort of
like a drug induced fog. She could remember bits and pieces, feelings and
random thoughts. She knew certain things had happened, but couldn’t remember
doing them, and she could envision herself doing other things, but her mind
clearly didn’t know if those were real or not. It was sort of like waking up only
to realize you were still trapped in another person’s nightmare and there was
no escape.
That had been the incident that night.
Then there was the incident the next morning.
Kaylynn was on the bathroom floor when she woke up. She would have
thought the previous night had been a drunk or drugged hallucination but for
the fact that she felt no ill aftereffects. Things were strange, but she felt
energetic and alive in a way that she hadn’t felt for years, or possibly
forever. Upon sitting up she did suddenly grow terribly frightened. There on
the floor beside where she had lain were a piled up remains of sloughed skin.
There was also the splatter and smears of dried blood as if she had been
injured and thrashed about in her sleep. She checked her body and could not
find the source. She was perplexed. The blood was thick and dirty and had a
strangeness about it that implied it wasn’t exactly hers.
Kaylynn was scared, but she made herself recover and clean
everything up. Feeling amazing helped the fear subside faster than it should
have. Her mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than how amazing she felt.
It was like there was a new and luminous life-force within that needed to erupt
outwards and be celebrated.
She cleaned up the mess and then cleaned up herself and then went
out. She had to live. It was as if everything was fresh and new and she wanted
to experience everything all at once as much as possible. She ran in the park
and swam in a lake fully clothed. She laughed and cried and ate. She was her
impulses and it was as if she had no control over what was happening. All she
could do was submit to it. That night she went out on the prowl and found a strange
but beautiful man to sleep with. She was never like that, but today she was. It
was one of the most erotic and fulfilling experiences she had ever had.
At the end of the day she returned home and crashed onto her bed.
She slept. And slept. For close to three days she slept. Her entire body had
been spent and she had to recharge.
Once Kaylynn woke, the feelings from before were gone. She felt
normal. Normal desires, normal feelings, normal urges. She wondered if all of
the previous incidents – the fog, the shed skin, the day of recklessness – if
all of it had been a dream. The fact that three days had passed proved it was
no dream. Still she had no answer, no explanation.
She didn’t like missing time like that though. The day in between
had been amazing, but the surrounding incidents were too strange, too scary.
She vowed that it would not happen again.
And thus began her battle with the very thing that was inside her.
Kaylynn bravely did a yeoman job fighting her inner feelings and
desires. For a long time there were no incidents. For a long time, Kaylynn felt
fine. She did so well, that she was able to delude herself into believing she
was pretty much in control of things. She was training herself. She told
herself she could handle it.
Kaylynn was a nice enough individual with pleasant enough dreams,
but she lacked the inner strength to pursue or persuade life to her desires.
She was a bundle of potential, but a bit of an empty vessel lost at sea. She
was really just a ripe and easy fruit, just waiting to be picked.
Kaylynn felt the urges grow again. She felt hunger and anger and
the sexual desire to tear into the flesh of another and consume it fully. The
urges grew stronger and stronger and Kaylynn was in no position to fight them.
She was sharing half her body with a demi-daemon and had been slowly losing the
battle for the better part of two years.
The demi-daemon wasn’t a demon as such; it wasn’t full of fire or
brimstone. It was a daemon from an earlier tradition. It was in between man and
the divine. It was a partial intermediary being – a transport, just looking for
someone that needed to be transported.
Kaylynn began to cough up blood. She ran to her bathroom, fighting
the urge to vomit the whole way there. Her skin flaked and peeled. She felt
strange pains inside her and her body fought against itself. She looked at
herself in the mirror and didn’t recognize what she saw.
She coughed more blood. Uncontrollably. She began to vomit and
spew bits of innards and organs. Her projectile blood covered everything in the
room.
There was a pain in her chest. The point of a claw pierced her
skin from within. The claw ripped and tore and her body erupted outwards.
The daemon shed her skin and became something else entirely. Where
Kaylynn had been before, there was now this new thing – this thing between here
and there, this halfway creature.
She spread her wings and soared to unimaginable heights. Kaylynn,
as she had once been known, was no more.
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