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A Deal in the Mist

This is part one of a four part origin story for one of my OCs, enjoy

Eldergrove was a beautiful campus. Three hills overlooked the campus below. Most of the campus buildings were situated on that valley except for three. The first was the Chapel of St. Bede, almost as old as the university itself. Next was the Elderwood Gardens. Lastly was the series of row houses where some of the faculty lived, affectionately called “1% Row” by some of the students. Maybe that’s why Seth liked going up the hill so much. He felt above the world for once. He walked over to the usual spot and pulled his cigarettes out. The town laid on the opposite end of the hills, providing the perfect backdrop for a secluded moment. Seth looked past the sleepy town lights and into the stars above. The flame from the lighter brought to life the face of his shadow as he raised it to his cigarette. The smoke trailed as he continued to enjoy his solace, he knew it to be bittersweet. Killing himself slowly for a bit of joy. “A little nicotine to shut it off,” he thought. He then tossed the cigarette and stomped it out before walking slowly down the hill, disappearing into the campus below. A crimson mist began to swirl around him, thickening with each step he took. The air grew heavy with an unsettling warmth, and shadows danced within the red haze, twisting and contorting like malevolent spirits. He started running, horrified at what his eyes saw. The fog kept following him and getting thicker until it began to choke him. Seth's heart pounded in his chest as he sensed a presence, something dark and powerful, manifesting before him. After what felt like hours of running, Seth dropped to his knees from weakness as the fog enveloped him fully in the otherwise undisturbed campus grounds. “This is it, I’m going to die, a laced cigarette is going to kill me.” as Seth lowered his head in acceptance. Then something grabbed his chin from the fog. A warm, metallic scent filled his nose as the hand raised his head up to look into the mist. “ You’re a pathetic whelp aren't you.” a smooth condescending voice remarked. Seth felt tears descending down his cheeks as the voice continued. “You hurt yourself with your own head and I don’t even do anything.” The voice amused as he pulled Seth to his feet. Seth's eyes stared at the ground. “Look at me you pathetic creature!” The voice bellowed forcefully. “I am Agongath, the face of suffering and misery in hell and you’re the most pathetic human I’ve ever graced with my presence.” Seth looked up slowly and saw a fiery grin staring back at him. The flames warped around a spiral of barbed wire and chains, giving the demon an almost hypnotic appearance. Seth finally responded “What the fuck do you want from me?!” The voice responded “It’s not what I want, it’s what you want.” “You want to feel above it all, you want to feel like you’re above the other rats, scurrying around this world pretending to be something greater.” The voice grew smooth again “I can give you that, Seth Grayson… Just step towards my voice.” Seth’s tears stained his hoodie as he felt even more terrified. Not only were demons real, but this one in particular felt called to him. Seth had always felt like there was nothing special about him or unique about his life. His own anguish has been greater than anything inflicted on him by other people or even random chance. He slowly wiped the tears from his eyes and took a small step. Then another. Then he walked into the spiral of barbed wire and chains.

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