Welcome To The Nightmare by S.K Nuanes (classic books for 10 year olds TXT) 📕

our real emotion within.
Some may be able to sense the interior expression, its impossible to lie to those people.
His heart stopped, he dropped dead to the ground.
I must of snapped his neck, while I was lost in my train of thought.
“Wow, I would hate to have you be pissed at me.” Robert said, coming out from a room. He had his hair short and had it cut very short, his skin was still pale, his eyes were still their sharp light blue. He had on a white concert t-shirt, and ripped skinny jeans.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Robert looked at me then chuckled, “That’s a good way to greet your friend.”
“Want me to throw you a surprise party, and invite you and have people scare the crap out of you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow with some sarcasm.
“I’m good.” Robert said, disturbed at my suggestion.
I rolled my eyes and looked at the body, I pushed the door closed.
“How did he find you?” Robert asked, looking at the body.
I walked over to it, and looked through the jacket there was nothing useful.
“Nothing, why do I feel like I am going to need to get an alarm system?” I said, annoyed.
“They finally caught up with you, after how many years?” Robert chuckled.
“They have every right, to be pissed at me.” I said, looking out the window placing my hand on the window and looking out to the front.
Robert sighed and then said, “You still remember her.”
The way he said it was like he was shocked but he almost seemed disgusted.
“Yes, I can’t get her out of my mind.” I said, low.
“You really loved her. Shame that events turned to tragic.” Robert said, sighing and pulling his phone out.
I looked back at him then said, “You haven’t had a real relationship have you.”
“No, you should know I don’t have long relationships. You should find someone new.” Robert said, laughing.
I raised an eyebrow then I rolled my eyes then said low, “No, there is a demon that has moved into town. Need to figure out where it is. Find it and kill it.”
“So serious.” Robert said, jumping off the railing, and walked over to me and said, “You will find it, come on let’s go.”
“Go where?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Robert looked at me then chuckled then said, “Where else, we are gonna do speeding dating for you. I can easily get any girl I want in my bed. You on the other hand, are kind of scary.”
“Jeez thanks.” I said, with bunch of sarcasm.
Robert didn’t see the sarcasm in my voice; he looked at me then said, “Not every girl, is tough as she was. You need to soften up.” Robert said, walking to the garage.
“All relationships are doomed to end, on the second of death. Or by some terrible drama.” I said, rolling my eyes.
We walked outside, over to the garage, the front yard, had hedges and an old fountain which hadn’t been in use.
The garage was once a barn; inside there was a black Lexus LMFA.
“Wow, you couldn’t just go with a old Chevy truck?” Robert said, looking at the car and checking it out.
I walked inside the garage and unlocked it and got inside, and looked at Robert, “Are you coming?”
He got inside and closed his door; I put the car into drive and drove off the driveway and onto the road.
“Where are we going?” Robert asked, looking at me.
I sighed then there was a huge explosion from the woods, I slammed the brake hard as I could, Robert was thrown forward, we both looked at where it came from.
“What was that?” Robert asked, looking at me.
I knew what it was; only demons could sense other demons, before any other supernatural creature.
I drove the car to the side of the road, and got out and walked around to the trunk and opened it. I took the keys out of the car.
There were couple weapons, designed to kill certain creatures.
Robert got out of the car and walked around to the trunk, and saw the weapons then asked, “Are you going all, Buffy The Vampire Slayer

, on me?”
I looked at him then rolled my eyes then said, “No, I just keep some weapons around, to get rid of pests.”
“Do you have a secret weapon vault back at your house?” Robert asked, raising an eyebrow. Looking at me as if I was possibly a serial killer.
“Possibly, I drive around with few emergency items just in case. Cause you know, never a dull moment with me around.” I said, with a fake laugh.
Robert then pulled a stake out and looked at it, “Any rouge vampires?”
I snatched the stake out of his hand, and tossed it back into the truck. Then took out a silver knife, with black design on the handle.
The small dagger seemed alive, I touched it and it grew longer, into a full tang zangetsu sword.
It was alive, a rare weapon, only archangels receive them. I remembered how I obtained such a rare weapon.


1704


The blood was everywhere, on the trees, ground, rocks anything that could be found in a field.
Couple demons decided to kill a small village of angels who taken human form, and plain humans.
The moon was high in the sky, it was midnight or later, other demons had torches and were setting trees and bodies on fire.
I slipped away from the group I was assigned to, there was a door leading into the ground, like a bomb shelter almost. I opened the door; no one locked it although there was someone hiding. I closed the door quietly as I could. I had to lower my head, so I could fit through the tunnel, which wasn’t lit.
There was a golden door, which was about eight feet tall; I opened the door slowly, ready for someone to attack me. There was no one there, expect a bloody body in the center, I walked slowly unsure if they were dead or not.
I looked up there was a hole and the moon was right above. Giving the room light.
The body was a teenager boy about, fourteen, he had short black hair, his skin was a darker toner, his clothes were torn, wounds looked infected.
He was shaking as if he was freezing to death.
“Who-who are you?” The boy asked.
I sighed then said, “I’m Brent, what happened?”
He coughed then said, “I tried to protect my love, but there were to many. They made me weak, let me watch them kill her. Then they tried to finish me off.”
I walked over to him and kneed next to him, “You fought well, now you need to let go. And go up to Heaven.”
The boy nodded slowly then rolled over to me, his eyes were a dark green, able to keep many out of his head.
Blood was running out of his lip, he took something out of his pocket then handed it to me, it looked like a dagger or a pocketknife.
“It’s a rare weapon, it’s alive. It will take to the user and change to it’s suiting.” The boy coughed.
I looked at the black case it came in; I could almost feel a heart beat.
I heard stories of these kinds of weapons; they came in all kinds of weapons, from knives to bow and arrows. They can be used for good or evil. No evil being ever obtained one. Only Arch Angels had them.
Then the boy slowly closed his eyes, then his soul left his body and went through the roof and towards the moon, and then he was gone.
I took the knife out of its case, it was a small silver dagger, the handler had the black designs on it, and then like veins the designs wrapped around the blade. Then I focused hard on it, and the designs stopped moving. It became a dagger again.
A weapon once in the hands of good is fallen into the Devil’s son hands. This should be interesting.

“So how did you get that?” Robert asked, looking at the sword.
The sword returned to its dagger form I placed it into my pocket.
“Oh, I found it lost. Someone dropped it in a battle.” I said, lying about where I found it. It was in one of the years where Robert and me had no contact.
He didn’t need to know the blood baths I was force to watch. And even take part in creating them.
“Come on, need to find out what happened.” I said, closing the trunk.
I walked off up the hill, there was something covered in the smell of whiskey and ash.
A very familiar scent that filled most parts of Hell, or the typical smell demons have.
There was a demon there, he had goat horns on his head, neck of a llama, wings like a crow they were about six feet long, body of a human, feet of a goat, and it stood about seven feet tall. Its eyes were a dark green they looked almost human.
“What is that?” Robert asked, catching up to me.
“This is the result of a goat and a llama try and date. It just doesn’t work out.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“What about the wings and the human body?” Robert said, as his fangs came out of his gums.
“This is why you don't do drugs.” I said, with a slight cocky grin.
The demon snarled low, it inhaled my scent the demon eyes rolled back most demons, do that when they are taking the prey’s scent in.
It then looked at me, it knew who I was and it grinned at me, “Prince Ayperos.” The demon said, in a dark voice. It seemed a sound wave trying to get out, of a cobweb.
“You must have a face, that is known to everyone.” Robert said, getting ready to lunge.
“Oh you know, this irresistible face is known by many.” I said, chuckling.
The demon then charged towards us, I dodged it then landed behind it, and then Robert ran up a tree and looked down, the demon then turned around. I grabbed its neck then flipped it slamming its head onto the ground.
It kicked me hard in the rib cage; I grabbed it by the throat then slowly started choking it.
My hand transformed into its claw form, I stabbed into it’s chest, and searched around for a heart. It didn’t have one.
It chuckled as it looked down at me, then kicked me with all it’s hooves.
I fell to the ground, it’s wounds healed up.
“I had my heart removed. A witch of Satan’s in fact. She holds my heart in a box, with many other demons
It helps decreasing my chance of being murdered. Only way I can die. If the witch was to destroy my heart.” The demon chuckled.
“How did she get it out without killing you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
The demon chuckled then said, “A spell, what else?”
“So, there’s no way to kill you right now.” I said, crossing my arms.
The demon chuckled and smiled, as if he had won this fight.
“Nope. Now I really don’t want to kill a demon of Royal Blood. Oh what to do.” The demon said, acting as if he was in deep thought.
I tried to think of other ways to kill a demon; I always used the heart trick. The weapon I had in my boot, I had almost forgotten about it. I pulled it out,