Prolouge

Note: The story contains graphic material and horror concepts

Mark Naferrey came home from a rigorous thunderstorm that would set the whole town without power for days. He had come from a fancy suit and tie kind of dinner. 

He was that kind of man. He owned a huge mansion is a little town called Cold River. It was funny how in a little town like Cold River, there housed this huge picturesque Cinderella type marble looking structure. A huge dome made up the ceiling right when you walked in. Looking like rich succulent gold, made out of copper. 

He had come home like any other day, except for the fact that today he was slightly irritated because of the huge storm with rough winds and heavy rain that had made it hard for him to get home from the dinner party and caused tree branches to scatter across his yard. 

He hung up his black peacoat on the coat hook in his bedroom. He took off his black shiny dinner shoes, leaving them to dry on the floor in a neat position. 

He walked off to find a snack. 

Meanwhile, and unbenowest to him there lived a group of boys who inhabitated the house. These boys were called The Death Coterie, and they were comprised of seven demons with supernatural abilities. They didn't have to make themselves visible to him, but that was an option. They chose, however, to make themselves invisible to him. He also was not able to hear them as a matter of their choice. 

They naturally just traveled to go wherever they pleased. They were in a sort of cult or pact where they believed in killing and or harming others was fun and a way of life. Aside from two boys, Silas and Elvis, the other five hurt and killed others. Silas and Elvis did not agree with this and became prisoners to the group, forced to live forever with them and be around all the horror and grotesque. 

The other two, Dexter and Magnolia were demons as well, creatures of the undead. Magolia, better known as Magnolia Mime was a demon girl who chose to live there but was not part of the group. She made an agreement with them that they stay out of each others way but could both live there peacefully. 

Dexter was a demon boy who could shapeshift into a cat. He has half the time a boy and the other half a cat, and often he was happier being a cat. He was also held prisoner in the group and forced to live alongside them. Both Elvis, Silas, and Dexter had a spell put on them that made it so they could not leave the grounds of the mansion. Wherever the group decided to go, to travel to, to live, the boys had no choice but to follow. 

The group had specifically gotten very comfortable living in the mansion in Cold River. They had been there for about a year. They'd gone on watching Mark come and go from the mansion, hosting fancy parties, fancy dances, bringing over girls, and never actually falling in love with anyone. He lived alone and the empty rooms made for more places for the demons to live in. They could have lived in the same rooms as he did, because they can make themselves be invisible and silent to him and go on living thier lives without his interference, but he only lived in one room alone so they left him alone. 

Winston, one of the demons of the group had gotten tired of Mark and his lifestyle. He didn't want to see the sad lonley drunk mad anymore, with this big elegant mansion to himself. Winston simply felt bored with Mark and his lifestyle, that barely affected Winston at all. 

And it was a game to him, killing and or harming others. So as the days came and went, it was not a big deal to Winston to brutally end others lives, or mess with them in the worst possible ways. There was an option when killing humans for demons to either kill them and have them become a spirit/ghost or to kill them in a way that they would become a demon after they died like them. That's what the others did to Silas, Elvis, and Dexter who happened to be in thier path unfortunately at the wrong time one day. 

On this particular night, Winston's unnecessary aggravation tied well with the raging storm, that seemed to be getting worse as the night carried on. 

The winds howled outside, the sound of slashing and slamming and brushing, with the tree branches sliding and hitting on the sides of the mansion. The thunder boomed every couple of seconds. The power went out, altogether. 

It was ten o'clock at night. 

Mark took a book off a shelf in his den and went to read. He sat on a couch, and flipped angrily through the pages. 

"I can't see a damn thing!" He growled. "Where's a flashlight when you need one?"

Winston walked slowly into the room. His eyes became affixed on Mark and they never left him. He wouldn't smile. 

But then he did. He cracked a small and easy smile, as if offering some sort of comfort. However, inside, in his mind, there was red chaos with black blood.

"You really are that stupid aren't you?" He said, with a smile, coming up close to him. "You own this fancy big mansion, all to yourself.  You inherit money, not make it. You get this biig fancy life and for what? For being the moron you really are?"

He wielded a knife through the air. His eyes twinkled as the object came into form and he gripped the shiny silver knife in his white gloves. His eyes became energetic, full of dizzy stars. He gripped the knife harder. His eyes set on his throat. 

"Goodbye Moron" He reached over and with one slice, he drove the knife across Mark's neck, choosing in that moment to physically do it. Mark made a gagging helpless sound, grabbing his neck quickly as the blood spilled fast down his bedtime shirt. 

His eyes became bewildered. Winston made himself visible to Mark. He wiggled his fingers playfully at Mark as if to say "Surprise, I'm the one that did this, Bitch"

He then watched as Mark struggled for several more seconds, then collapsed slanted over the couch, going completely dead. 

He sighed. "That's enough of that now" He said in a breath, stalking out of the room to go tell the others.