
Username: MotherMother
Name:
Damien/Damon. Referred to as Damien.
Gender: Male
Personality: Damien is, how should I say, not quite right in the head. He's got a twisted mind that warps his ideas into something villainous. But, he struggles with himself. He has an inward battle and, to soothe his confused mind, he decides there are two kalons within him. Damien; the beast, the deadly, uncaring monster. Damon; the lost boy, who just wants to be saved. But Damon will never win. No, no, no... This is Damien's home, and it's no place for a weakling.
Damien (the name he goes by most of the time) is not only insane, but convoluted. His wicked mind finds pleasure in terror, sunshine on a rainy day. And all the little voices in his head tell him to do
things... Things that might be considered evil.
Damien has a hunger for death and cruelty. Nothing curls his lips into what is probably a smile like a crying child, or terrified scream. Yes, how nice to hear them suffer, how nice to hear them feel the way that he once has.
Damon.
Help.
He is trapped. Confused. Where is Damon? What is this dark place he has fallen into? Oh no, here comes Damien. He suppresses Damon's rebellion and enjoys his suffering. How sweet, he can almost taste it. This is Damien's kingdom.
Story:
Danton crept quietly toward the shadow hunched in the corner of the basement. "Damien?" He breathed.
The shadow froze. A weary eye peered over his shoulder. Fiery eyes glinted in the dark, reflecting the faint shine of light that silhouetted the creature. "Are... Are you alright?"
A smile from Damien. But it's not genuine. No... instead it twists up his cheeks and struggles through his lower teeth. "Yes." He croaked, his lips barely moving.
Danton felt uneasy. A shiver ran through his fur. He watched Damien's muscles convulse, shudder, then relax. Then Damien lunged and fled from the room as if all the demons from Hell were chasing him. Danton yelled in shock, springing away. And Damien was gone. All that was left was a few drips marking his trail. Drops of... Danton gasped. Then he too ran from the room, ran from his fears, and slammed the door behind him. Blood. He didn't want to know what Damien had dragged in this time.
Like a cat, Damien loved to bring home dead things. But this wasn't normal, not for a kalon. Not for a civilized, proper kalon. A sane kalon wouldn't dare. But then, Damien wasn't sane.
A bit more about Damon: Damon is scarcely listened to in this kalon's mind. Constantly overrun by the stronger, scarier side. Damon is the small piece of humanity that the brain has left. A hint of pity for the things his body does. Damon is trapped in his own Hell, tormented ever day by the Kalon's actions. Pleasure in pain disgusts him. But Damon is a mere insect when it comes to who controls the body and brain, and is no match for the brutal killer. Nothing will set Damon free. Let him suffer. Let him die to leave the stronger persona, the killer.
Theme song: Save by Tyler Joseph
Art: All made by me