- He knows... (Need ideas here!)
- He can't maternize into the physical world.
KlitchKlitch was born odd. Not in too bad a way for most viscets, if he were a mortal he would have had nothing wrong with him. But he was born the farthest you can be from mortal, a demon. Klitch's problem was simple, but crippling. He couldn't materialize into the mortal world. Klitch could only roam the underworld, never to be able to strike fear or fight wars above. So his mother sought to fix that...
Klitch got up, striding out of his room and down the red hewn rock stairs, walking into the large main room of the cave that had been carved into a palace. His mother, the Queen of Demons, sat at the head chair of the table, deep in thought. Klitch slid into a chair, slowly eating his breakfast as he stared at his mother. She looked up, directly at him.
"They've found one Klitch. The perfect one for you, the body you need to go to the mortal realm. Finish your food and come with me, I'll show you it." Klitch got up, excitement in his head, though his sour expression didn't show it. She lead him to the room he knew so well, the room his mother had lovingly built for him so he could see the real world. In the center of the room lay a flat and large deep red stone, who's surface rippled like water if you touched it. His mother stood back,and Klitch stepped forwards. Kasius, the sarcastic fallen angel, watched, for he had helped set this all up. Klitch touched the stone, the red rippling surface coming to life. Klitch watched tow viscets, a father and son, with matching fluffy pelts, sit down, the father ladling some stew out of large black steel cauldron and handing it to his son. They sat, talking and laughing, as Klitch backed away from the stone, looking to Kasius and his mother.
"The they're necromancers. I found them when your mother told me to look for a body you could possess. Necromancers are threats to demons, and that one looks strong, I believe his name is Neko. That stew, your mom cursed it. When tomorrow comes, I'll possess the father for a bit, finish the spell we need, then you can take Neko, he looks strong, but I doubt he can fight off a demon prince." Klitch smiled for probably the first time since he was little, though the smile still was sharp and looked more like a smirk. The next day, Klitch awoke, pulling on more formal gear, feathers and skulls, and hanging the jewels he always wore from his large horns. His mother wished him luck, and he and Kasius departed. For Klitch, trying to materialize felt like running head first into a brick wall. It hurt. But, possessing a already fully materilized creature was so much easier.
Neko's father awoke, feeling sick, like something was wrong, some deep nauseous feeling. He glanced across the room to his sleeping son, breathing gently in his bed. He was going to go back to sleep for a bit, he knew he'd wake up in time to make breakfast for Neko. Hopefully today they'd get some more business, they hadn't been getting too many customers lately. He lay back down, tired and sick, and nodded back off the sleep. That's when Kasius came. It felt strange possessing a viscet for someone like Kasius who could be soild in the mortal world, being inside of another viscets mind, controlling another viscets body. Keeping the strange feeling from getting to him, he walked into the main room of the small home, pouring various magical components from the shelves and from the bag the Queen had given him. For the last step, he poured in the whole skeleton of a viscet, the bones floating in the dark liquid, looking sinister in the dim light.
"Neko! Come here, I have something to show you!" Neko sleepily rolled out of bed, walking down to his father's work station. All he saw was a big pot of bones.
"What is this dad?" But his father had started reading off some spell, too fast for Neko to tell what was happening, and in the blink of an eye, the stained bones rose up, smacking Neko hard, and he lost it.
Klitch was in control now, he could feel the power of this new body fueling him already. He knew Kasius had left, due to the father's face now turning to a confused expression, them fear. Klitch slashed out with his real sharp claws, knocking the older viscet down, leaving a deep gash on his already dark red fur. Smiling to himself, Klitch ran out into the blood red night.
