Eli didn't really know what to expect while he walked home. Yeah, he had the idea it wasn't gonna be like the flick of the switch, but he wasn't expecting it to be... this. He had kept on saying thinking to himself I let go. But nothing happened, aside from the usual stress induced back pain. His eyes didn't sting, didn't feel different, the back pain didn't go away or intensify. Nothing. It was as soon as he got home that there was a change.
He sat on the couch and contemplated his thoughts. A lot has happened, and he hasn't exactly felt the best. Maybe he should get help. That was when it hit him like a truck. Pain. So, so much. Before, it had been his back would hurt the most. Eyes sting, occasionally a headache. But this was different. So much more violent. He tried to stand but his legs gave out under him, so he collapsed back onto the couch. His back felt like someone had gotten a rolling pin and was going to town on it. His eyes weren't just stinging. He felt like they had melted somehow, and he clasped his eyes shut to minimise the pain from them the best he could.
His heart pounded for the worst sensation. Burning. He felt hot, yet also cold. It had to be a fever, something he hasn't had in decades. It was a horrible feeling on his arms, bringing back memories from a long time ago. He laid back on the couch, the pain still there. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want an ambulance called. He didn't want his neighbours get worried. He needed to do this alone. He grabbed his shirt from where he tossed it and tore a piece off. He bundled it up so it'd be thicker and bit down on it. That at least helped... a little.
He doesn't know when, but he fell unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~~ Afternoon, June 7th, 2018 ~~~~~~~~~~
He woke up, his face into the ground. The moment he groggily realised he was on the ground, he felt pain again. It wasn't as intense as before, but still uncomfortable. He pushed himself up, but only managed to twist himself around so he sat on the ground. His back ached massively, and his eyes felt like something had been jammed into them. He checked his arms and hands for any changes, but found the same burn scars as he used to have. He felt his left collarbone and found the ugly lump that was a bullet scar.
He looked at the window. He could vaguely remember that the time he went out must have been afternoon. But it was pitch black now. He really hoped he'd been unconscious for some hours rather than days. Not that anyone would miss him... He shook his head and found himself lightheaded. Still feverish. He forced himself to stand, using the couch he must have fell out of as support. As he stood up straight, he felt his vision blur. Definitely lightheaded.
He found the torn piece of cloth discarded on the ground. He saw something move from the corner of his eye and he snapped onto it quick. He blinked as he saw a small fly buzz away. He... couldn't have noticed something like that before, right? He walked to his small kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. Something definitely felt different. He drank the water quick, not realising how thirsty he was.
In fact, he didn't realise how hungry he was either. He felt like he'd suddenly been hit with dehydration and hunger. To satiate this, he promptly drank another two glasses full of water and grabbed his entire stash of snacks. He went through everything, and only felt a little satisfaction once everything was gone. Now, he felt tired. So, he returned to the couch and collapsed onto it. He then slowly realised that before, his legs wouldn't have draped over the end of the couch, but now they did.
But, too tired and heavy feeling to really care, Eli slowly drifted back into another dreamless unconsciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~ Morning, June 8th, 2018 ~~~~~~~~~~
He started up, sitting suddenly. He panted as he realised he must've dreamt something. Likely a nightmare. He couldn't remember what, though. He groaned as he rubbed his face. As he came to his senses, he somewhat remembered the events of the previous day. It must've been a dream. He wouldn't be surprised if he really did have some kind of fever, so he began chalking it to a fever dream.
He stood up from the couch, still not registering his change in height. He just felt slightly off-balance. He walked to the bathroom, and washed his face. When he looked in the mirror, he was in for a shock.
Eli used to stand perfect for his mirror. He'd see his face, practically perfectly centre. But he found himself stooped in order to see glimpses of his own face. He'd grown. How could he have grown that much? He began to panic. It... could be a change in perception? Then he saw his eyes. His irises a light blue, still, but the white of his eyes gone. Instead, they were now a solid black. He began to frantically rub his eyes but it didn't go away. That was real. He splashed his face with water some more times but nothing worked.
Something has changed. Again, he saw something at the corner of his eye and an extra pair of arms appeared on impulse. One of them smacked at what he saw, into the wall. He turned to look, and saw it was a small fly again. He'd been able to react so fast to something so small. How? He rapidly figured out it must be true. He must've given in. He must be a demon now. Or, at least half. It didn't exactly ease his conscience, but he now felt less worried about a sudden growth spurt and eye change.
As he looked down at himself, he decided one thing. He needed to set aside some of his limited money to get clothes. He went ahead and tried on some of his, but found only one pair of pants, some boots, black t-shirt and his jacket still fit. That was enough for him. Okay, plan for the day. Leave the house and go find some kind of... official. It would probably be best that he was actually listed on documents properly now. Second, get some clothes. He couldn't wear the exact same outfit forever, so he needed to get more.
Third... what should he do next? He suddenly didn't want to mope around and stay home. He felt strangely energised. Confident. He shook his head. That wasn't normal, not for him. He hummed as he paced. He'll... just see where the day takes him? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He promptly got dressed and left out the door, locking it behind him.
Time to get started on his first day as a proper half-demon.
He sat on the couch and contemplated his thoughts. A lot has happened, and he hasn't exactly felt the best. Maybe he should get help. That was when it hit him like a truck. Pain. So, so much. Before, it had been his back would hurt the most. Eyes sting, occasionally a headache. But this was different. So much more violent. He tried to stand but his legs gave out under him, so he collapsed back onto the couch. His back felt like someone had gotten a rolling pin and was going to town on it. His eyes weren't just stinging. He felt like they had melted somehow, and he clasped his eyes shut to minimise the pain from them the best he could.
His heart pounded for the worst sensation. Burning. He felt hot, yet also cold. It had to be a fever, something he hasn't had in decades. It was a horrible feeling on his arms, bringing back memories from a long time ago. He laid back on the couch, the pain still there. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want an ambulance called. He didn't want his neighbours get worried. He needed to do this alone. He grabbed his shirt from where he tossed it and tore a piece off. He bundled it up so it'd be thicker and bit down on it. That at least helped... a little.
He doesn't know when, but he fell unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~~ Afternoon, June 7th, 2018 ~~~~~~~~~~
He woke up, his face into the ground. The moment he groggily realised he was on the ground, he felt pain again. It wasn't as intense as before, but still uncomfortable. He pushed himself up, but only managed to twist himself around so he sat on the ground. His back ached massively, and his eyes felt like something had been jammed into them. He checked his arms and hands for any changes, but found the same burn scars as he used to have. He felt his left collarbone and found the ugly lump that was a bullet scar.
He looked at the window. He could vaguely remember that the time he went out must have been afternoon. But it was pitch black now. He really hoped he'd been unconscious for some hours rather than days. Not that anyone would miss him... He shook his head and found himself lightheaded. Still feverish. He forced himself to stand, using the couch he must have fell out of as support. As he stood up straight, he felt his vision blur. Definitely lightheaded.
He found the torn piece of cloth discarded on the ground. He saw something move from the corner of his eye and he snapped onto it quick. He blinked as he saw a small fly buzz away. He... couldn't have noticed something like that before, right? He walked to his small kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. Something definitely felt different. He drank the water quick, not realising how thirsty he was.
In fact, he didn't realise how hungry he was either. He felt like he'd suddenly been hit with dehydration and hunger. To satiate this, he promptly drank another two glasses full of water and grabbed his entire stash of snacks. He went through everything, and only felt a little satisfaction once everything was gone. Now, he felt tired. So, he returned to the couch and collapsed onto it. He then slowly realised that before, his legs wouldn't have draped over the end of the couch, but now they did.
But, too tired and heavy feeling to really care, Eli slowly drifted back into another dreamless unconsciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~ Morning, June 8th, 2018 ~~~~~~~~~~
He started up, sitting suddenly. He panted as he realised he must've dreamt something. Likely a nightmare. He couldn't remember what, though. He groaned as he rubbed his face. As he came to his senses, he somewhat remembered the events of the previous day. It must've been a dream. He wouldn't be surprised if he really did have some kind of fever, so he began chalking it to a fever dream.
He stood up from the couch, still not registering his change in height. He just felt slightly off-balance. He walked to the bathroom, and washed his face. When he looked in the mirror, he was in for a shock.
Eli used to stand perfect for his mirror. He'd see his face, practically perfectly centre. But he found himself stooped in order to see glimpses of his own face. He'd grown. How could he have grown that much? He began to panic. It... could be a change in perception? Then he saw his eyes. His irises a light blue, still, but the white of his eyes gone. Instead, they were now a solid black. He began to frantically rub his eyes but it didn't go away. That was real. He splashed his face with water some more times but nothing worked.
Something has changed. Again, he saw something at the corner of his eye and an extra pair of arms appeared on impulse. One of them smacked at what he saw, into the wall. He turned to look, and saw it was a small fly again. He'd been able to react so fast to something so small. How? He rapidly figured out it must be true. He must've given in. He must be a demon now. Or, at least half. It didn't exactly ease his conscience, but he now felt less worried about a sudden growth spurt and eye change.
As he looked down at himself, he decided one thing. He needed to set aside some of his limited money to get clothes. He went ahead and tried on some of his, but found only one pair of pants, some boots, black t-shirt and his jacket still fit. That was enough for him. Okay, plan for the day. Leave the house and go find some kind of... official. It would probably be best that he was actually listed on documents properly now. Second, get some clothes. He couldn't wear the exact same outfit forever, so he needed to get more.
Third... what should he do next? He suddenly didn't want to mope around and stay home. He felt strangely energised. Confident. He shook his head. That wasn't normal, not for him. He hummed as he paced. He'll... just see where the day takes him? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He promptly got dressed and left out the door, locking it behind him.
Time to get started on his first day as a proper half-demon.