Demon

This vicious beast, a brownish red demon in color with sharps fangs and claws, prowls the night searching for his victim, his prey. His speed is unsurpassed as he runs toward his prey almost as if he were flying. The beast stops and watches his prey. To take his prey's life means to stop the pitiful life that he lives and mercifully sparing him. So the demon, Shivara, waits and watches until the time is just right to kill him. The prey knows he has a demon on his tracks as he tries to run but he cannot escape from Shivara. The teenage boy, Shivara's prey, runs for the nearest church. He bowed his head to pray to his God, but he was interrupted when Shivara followed him into the church. Shivara's deep voice echoed in the boy's mind "I am your God now." The boy collapsed to the floor and shouted and begged, "No...no...oh God...no...NO!!!" and everything went black.
The boy woke up the next morning to find Shivara staring at him. "Get out of here! Leave me alone!" he shouted at Shivara. Shivara growled, "Shut up." and the boy looked dumbfounded and speechless. The boy thought about yelling out for help when Shivara barked, "Don't do that. No one but you can see me."
"Why only me?"
"You're the one I'm supposed to kill." and a smile spread across the demon's face. The boy gave a terrified look and stared blankly into space. He got up and looked out towards the sun.
"When am I going to die?"
"Whenever I feel like it. When you feel no more suffering I will kill you."
"Why not kill me now?"
"You're in misery, pain, denial, rejection. I feed off of your tortured soul."
"You're letting me live because I deserve torture. I understand."
"Yeah, that's all there is to it. I'm in control of your death, therefore I am your God."
"Your not my God. God is merciful. You are not."
"What the hell do I care? I'm a demon after all who finally caught up with my prey."
"That maybe so, but your not killing me."
"All in good time." and Shivara stared greedily at him. The boy shivered and he was, once again, lost in thought. He slowly unsheathed a razorblade and it glimpsed in the light. "I'll be my own God and spare mercy on myself," he told the demon, "After all, it's my life and my fate, isn't it?"
"I won't let you do that. I want to see your expression when I tear your sould from your body and shred it to pieces after ripping out the center of the soul, the spirit heart." The demon held a grim expression. The boy made his way out the door accompanied by the demon.