Memories of Fan-Ball/A, Mori

==Introduction  == Story made by me, Mori, under the permission of User:ZoshiX

Main character: Aleksander Morigon.

Other characters: The Devil of Catholic religion, Jericho Cane, many characters based off of the people I know in real life, and a song by Ke$ha, to some extent. ==To Hell for an Eternity  == At a young age, I gave my soul away to Satan.

When I was four, my mother couldn't afford to live in a town anymore. She was forced to settle down in a small village. Our father had done nothing to support us, despite the fact that he worked a well-paying job in the city. He resented my mother and I, he said that I was a mistake and that I never should have existed. He'd done nothing to support us. I  wasn't angry with him then, no. I was happy being with my mother, and my childhood friends, in that village.

And then, a great disaster came...

<span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">Maniacs attacked our village. They set fire to the small houses and began violently attacking the adults and children. Their faces were horrid, shaped like demons. Their laughter carried all the way up to the hills, along with the sounds of tortured casualties screaming in agony. <span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4; border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">My mother picked me up and rushed out of the village. But she was attacked. She didn't make it out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I just kept running, in tears. I never looked back. I couldn't look back. I'd made my way out into the forest before realizing that I'd been followed. <span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">All the demons from the village were stalking me from the trees. They did nothing. They simply stood there, as if waiting for something to happen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"W... what do you want?" I cried. "We await your command... master." One of the demons with a fox head spoke, in a metallic voice. "You are the one who summoned us, after all." "I... what? No..." I looked down. Earlier today I'd gotten into a fight with my friends... I remember saying that I wished I would never see them again. "I couldn't have..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I looked at my own hands in shock. They were glowing. A turquoise blue color radiated from them. <span style="font-family: Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt; mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">I realized it... I had done this. I had a magic power... and it had gotten out of hand when I was angry. I fell over, bawling. I'd done something so horrible... I wished that I'd never been born.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"I... I don't want to hurt anyone... I never wanted to hurt anyone!" I shouted. "I don't want this magic!" "Is that so?" The voice of a certain demon rang in my ears. It sounded like a thousand bells ringing at once. "Well, if no magic is what you want... I can surely make a deal with you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I saw the demon rise out of the crowd, and I instantly could tell who it was. It was the devil. He took the form of a monstrous dragon, covered in black entrails. His body consisted of grey skin; he had clit-claw wings and bony features.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Well then... if you don't want to hurt anyone else with your magic... perhaps I can help you..." "Wh-what do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">The devil pulled out an aged parchment with a few archaic and intricate symbols on it. They seemed to move around in a way that could make one dyslexic.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Sign this... and you will never be troubled with magic ever again." The devil told me. "In fact, you won't have to worry about magic at all..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I was too careless. I immediately slammed my hand onto a rock, causing blood to pour out of it. I placed my hand onto the contract, leaving a bloody handprint.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Good... hahaha..." The devil took his contract.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I then received a horrible shock. A blue substance, that seemed to be not a liquid or a gas, forced it's way out of my body. I felt sick. I was sweating, yet I was utterly cold and shivering. When the blue substance was completely out of my body, and into the hands of the devil, I felt utterly empty. I began to throw up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"There... now you can no longer use magic." The devil sneered. "And in return, I've taken your soul. Seems like a fair deal, no?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">He was taunting me. I wanted to attack him and hurt him. He took advantage of me as a child.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Y... You... I'll kill..." I stuttered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">The demons from the forest then closed in on me. The devil didn't stay behind to watch. =='''<span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">The thousand-spell wizard only knows about fifteen good ones... ''' == <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">After the attack, I spent an entire week walking around blindly. My vision was horribly impaired from the attacks. I was always tripping and falling. The world felt crooked and shaky.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">At the end of the week, I had almost given up on life. I sat down on a rock and waited to die.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Hey, kid." A man's voice called out to me. "What are you doin' out here?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I looked up and saw the blurry figure of a blonde man walking towards me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"I... I can't see you..." I said the first thing that came to mind. "You're... too blurry."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">The man calmly handed me a pair of glasses, sighing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Kid, ya shouldn't be out here without your parents." He sighed. "Don't worry, I'll take ya home." "I don't have a home." I said, putting the glasses on my face. "It was taken away from me..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I saw recognized the man. He was from legends... a man who had mastered one thousand spells. His name was Jericho Cane...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"What do you mean, it was 'taken away'?" He questioned. "Everyone I know was killed by the devil and his demons..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline">'''<span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">A One Year transition... '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">Jericho told me the truth behind the devil's contract. That since I gave him my soul, I was going to die unless I got it back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">Jericho and I spent a year together as travelers. <span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4; border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">We looked all around, trying to find a way to cure me. The only thing we found was an unnerving truth... that it would take ten years for me to die.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4; border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">After the first year, I got into contact with my father. He offered to have me taken into a home, which he would pay for, by myself. He said he could come and visit every once in a while. I was about to deny him when I received horrible news.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4; border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">Jericho was dead. He'd been hunted down by a demon and killed, all while I was receiving that call from my father.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt:10.5pt;background:#2D0013; vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">​"Alek... I need an answer," He said over the phone, "Do you want to start a life here in the city or not?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I tried not to cry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:10.5pt;background:#2D0013;vertical-align: baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Courier;mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt: nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">"Yes... father." ==<span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">My New Life  == <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I proceeded to live on my own. I raised myself to be a well-mannered young adult. I knew I could've just given up on life, knowing that I was going to die... but I could never.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I went on and lived my life as if I wasn't going to Die Young. Every day it was the same routine, over and over.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">But I'm going to enjoy the rest of my life... however short that may be... ==<span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4">Return to the Village (Epilogue) == <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in"> A few years later, I returned to the village. I was fourteen by then. And I was looking for my mother... if she had survived or not. I don't think I was ready to see her corpse...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I walked all throughout the village. Several decayed and rotting corpses were scattered throughout the fields, although so far there were none I couldn't identify, and none of them belonged to my mother. I sighed, pushing up my glasses. Either she was still alive, or this would be a long, disappointing day.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in; padding:0in">I walked over to my home. Nothing was there. It was still burnt to ashes from years ago. I sighed. "Mother... if you're here... say something... please..." <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt; margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> I stood in shock as I gazed upon a nearby wall.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4;border:nonewindowtext1.0pt; mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">In front of me lied a heavily mutilated corpse. All of it's limbs were torn off, and it was cut open in many places. It was bloodied all over. <span style="font-size:9.5pt; font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4">I was surprised that someone would do this to another living being... by now, it was almost impossible to tell it was a human. "To think... you were once a villager here..." I muttered. <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"><span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4">I sat down, exhausted. "Did you really make it out, mother?" I looked up at the corpse in front of me. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt; margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "STOP LOOKING AT ME..." A voice rumbled. "STOP.... LOOKING..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> I gasped and stood up. "That voice... mother?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "STOP... LOOKING... AT..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "Mom! Are you there?! Where are you?!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "STOP... LOOKING AT... MY INSIDES...!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> I froze, my eyes on the mutilated corpse in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "PLEASE... STOP..."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> "...No... NO! It can't... you can't be... Ah.... No.. <span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#D5D4D4; border:nonewindowtext1.0pt;mso-border-alt:nonewindowtext0in;padding:0in">. Aha.... ahahaha.... GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I FOUND YOU... GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> The black angel flew above us, laughing at me.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0in;line-height:15.75pt;vertical-align:baseline"> The... end...?